Scene Again Images: Photography by Cliff Davis

Rocky Mountain Front, near Choteau, Teton County, MT.

Light and shadows, Haystack Butte, Augusta, Montana. View from the north.

It’s always nice to be recognized by fellow photographers, this group - The International Art of Photography - is from Central Europe!

Thank you, Denver 7 news for the repost!

Twin Lakes, Colorado. A recent trip to Leadville and Buena Vista with drives over Cottonwood Pass and Independence Pass, with a stop at Twin Lakes for this always beautiful view.

It’s hard to beat this view, but the clouds this day were impressive in their own right.

Although I’ve been out for a few trips already this spring, I am really feeling the itch to get out more. I’m excited for wildflower season, and more scenes like this.

The view from near Shrine Pass looking west on a June afternoon to Mount of the Holy Cross.

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Millissa Schmit Riggin, Tori Sassolino, Mocanu Dumitru Lorin, Gyöngyi Lászlóné Katona, Jeff Hall, Kathy Ranieri, Robert Nelson, Bobbie Voelker, Chantal Hope Coghlan Delnita Davis

Cache la Poudre, northern Colorado

As I turn to head west and enter the canyon, the sign reads: Cache la Poudre River Corridor National Heritage Area.

Cache la Poudre—French for “hide the powder”—is the only federally designated National Wild and Scenic River in Colorado and is the heart of the Cache la Poudre River Corridor National Heritage Area, a 45-mile stretch from the Roosevelt National Forest to its confluence with the South Platte River east of Greeley.

Known to locals as the Poudre—pronounced Poo-der—this river is where the story begins.

According to legend, French trappers were caught in a blizzard along this river’s banks—November 1836, by most accounts. To lighten their wagons and cross the water, they buried supplies in a pit, including a large quantity of gunpowder. With the storm raging, they moved on, but the river kept its story.

Before it was Cache la Poudre, the river was called Piteux (“piteous”) and Pateros Creek. Native people had their own names: the Lakota Sioux called it Minni Luzahan (Swift Current). The Utes and Cheyenne were also present, but the predominant tribe in the area in the mid-1800s—just before large-scale white settlement occurred—was the Arapaho. Archaeological evidence shows that the area was used continuously by natives for about 13,000 years ago.

The river is about 101 miles long from its headwaters in Rocky Mountain National Park to its confluence with the South Platte River near Greeley. Highway 14 follows the river for most of the canyon portion, roughly 45–50 miles of winding road through Poudre Canyon.

The canyon walls rise abruptly, their jagged formations carved through ancient metamorphic stone into a deep, narrow gorge that commands the eye and defines the landscape. Through it all, the river never stops—sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent—always moving, always shaping its surroundings.

There is something about the depth and isolation of the canyon and the wild unpredictability of the river that mirrors the weight of life itself. At times, that weight demands distance—a chance to step away from people, obligations, and noise—to clear the mind and reconnect with who you are. Out there, the canyon becomes a vast and quiet space where the world falls nearly silent and all that remains are the sound of running water and the flow of your thoughts.

On this cool mid‑May morning, low clouds hung deep in the canyon, veiling it in rain and wet snow, giving the drive an ephemeral, almost dreamlike quality, and offering the time and solitude needed to calm and connect mind and soul.

Just west of Cameron Pass at 10,000 ft. ASL, in northern Colorado, on a cool May morning.

The view south from near the Poudre Canyon Highway into the north end of the aptly named Never Summer Range.

Dead Horse Gulch, Glenwood Canyon, Western Slope, Colorado.