Tetons in the Fall

The title of this post may be deceiving in that I came over to the Tetons for really one purpose.  Because I did not draw a good elk tag for the first time in nearly 20 years, I decided to visit the Tetons in hopes of catching the elk rut in full glory.  Therefore, I haven't spent much time shooting the landscape, hoping more for intimate encounters with my favorite animal on the planet, the majestic wapiti or elk.  With just one day remaining of my time here, I have captured much more through auditory means then through the lens.  Bugles can be heard everywhere, from the deepest willows to the dry sagebrush flats.  The bulls are definitely at work resounding their challenges.  I just haven't had so much luck catching them.  I've chased them through deep timber, waded through willows so thick I knew I was within 30 yards and still couldn't see what I was after, and I've seen them in the deepest dusk,  in light so dim to be far beyond the capabilities of my camera's sensor to record.  Despite the frustration with not finding what I'm really here for, here are a few images so far of what I've encountered.  I'll post many more once I'm home, but for now, this is what I can post sitting in the lobby of the Jackson Lake Lodge looking out the window at Mt. Moran soaring into the smoky blue.