Spirit that form’d this scene,
These tumbled rock-piles grim and red,
These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks,
These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,

These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
I know thee, savage spirit–we have communed together,
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
Was’t charged against my chants they had forgotten art?
To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse?
The lyrist’s measur’d beat, the wrought-out temple’s
grace–column and polish’d arch forgot?
But thou that revelest here–spirit that form’d this scene,
They have remember’d thee

— Walt Whitman, Spirit that Form’d this Scene

Here’s a series taken during a roadtrip from Colorado back to the California. Pictures from the Rockies (Dillon and Breckenridge), from Mesa Verde National Park, Aches National Park, Canyonlands National Park, and from the Middlegate Station on Highway 50 in Nevada.