We flew along the valley to Jasper and then turned toward Banff. All along the way our senses were immersed in beauty. Sometimes it had the look of the southwest after a wet winter.
2563 Wyoming?
Then moments later it could have been a river scene in the Pacific northwest, still actually far to the south of us.
2564 Washington?
Other scenes looked like something from Mordor in Tolkien’s stories, with all the bleak rock a wizard works like this split peak.
2566 Mt Doom?
As we passed Jasper (to the left in this pic) it looked at first like any small town. But the color of the lake (just above the center of this pic) looked fake. Even if you click to see the full-size version you probably can’t tell, but it’s a shade of green dye for a St. Patrick’s Day fountain. It was real though, because we saw several more up in the wilderness. Must be something about the minerals in the water.
2586 Boston Pond?
Sometimes the peaks seemed to mingle with the clouds, as if something had swapped the world above and the world below.
2657 Upside Down?
Woven into the cliff faces here and there were wispy ribbons of rain like these, tenderly and patiently caressing immutable stone for ages until it melted away beneath them.
2683-704-11 Magic Ribbons?
John & Anne Wiley 
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