Cooke City, Montana Trail Ridge Highway, Rocky Mountain NP. The mountains near the northeast entrance to Yellowstone National Park. Herb’s dad walking the cat. Trail Ridge summit. To see the PDF version of this page, click here. To comment on…
EDITOR’S NOTE: The Zephyr was only in its fourth year of publication when the effects of an already runaway recreation/tourist/amenities industry became a real worry, at least to me. The reality of it was a sobering wake-up call and I…
Not long ago, a barn that had stood in my Colorado hometown for 90 years was demolished, but not before a land developer tried to purchase it for his new ranch. An old red barn. A wealthy real estate magnate.…
I grew up in Portland Oregon, and when I was in the fourth grade, 9 years old (1957), my Dad sprung me for a week to go to, of all places, Moab, Utah. To this day, I do not know…
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… 1. There’s a big, slow curve as you come in to Bishop,…
The Good, The Bad, and The Frozen Acrylic, 14×20″ Collection of the artist. Cards available on the Wilder Arts website. Dave Wilder’s art can be seen at: http://www.wilderarts.com and at the Laughing Raven Gallery 417 Hull Ave. Jerome, Arizona…
DOWNTOWN RENO, 1944 & 2013 (present day ‘reality’ courtesy of Google street view) Fallon, NV HERB RINGER came West from his home in New Jersey in 1939. Camera in hand, Herb captured the American West, from the Canadian Border…
The Zephyr is honored to present selected images from TOM TILL’s remarkable book, “Then & Now.” Castle Gate, Utah (Click the caption text to enlarge.) Split Mountain Visit Tom Till’s Website. To see the PDF version of this…
In the blink of an eye, summer has left us. The maples are turning red below South Peak, the aspens are on the cusp. The mornings are cold and crisp. The most poignant and melancholy and lovely time of the…
I made my 28th trip to the top of a nearby mountain last month. But who’s counting? I hadn’t missed a year since 1985, and then my own procrastinations and an early snow storm stymied my efforts to make the…