... a river snaking through brown hills,
... a blue lake shaped like a jigsaw puzzle piece,
... and the snowy, showy Grand Tetons.
I was never quite sure where I was — but my phone camera's location finder knew. We flew over the Cascades, down to Pomeroy in southeastern Washington State. From there over Sugar City and Dubois, Idaho, to Bridger-Teton and Medicine Bow National Forests in Wyoming. And from there, we flew into Denver.
Those were the geographic realities. But from my window seat I saw only shapes and shadows, geometric purity. It seemed like I was seeing the essence of things.