It was time for a shower. Climbing out of Death Valley, we arrived at Lone Pine, California, in the late…
Our night in the overflow camp was not that bad, and we were up early covering the short distance to…
There is always the desert. Although I thrive in arid landscapes, I find them difficult to photograph. Of course, there are waves…
Desna, my wife and partner, is into horses. I am comfortable around horses and like them, but I am mostly…
As I mentioned in my previous post, after months of futile attempts, I have resolved for 2020 to stick to…
It is a new year, 2020. I thought of doing a retrospective of last year’s favorite journeys and images. “My…
After endless days of blue skies, it looks like there is a change in the forecast. A generally dry cold front will roll through early Sunday morning, bringing strong winds and, more importantly, mid-level clouds and a slight chance of precipitation in the Sierra.
Although photo workshops can feel like a one-off experience, and often the expense makes it so, it is likely that…
We were down to five – Erno, Bob, Ken, Nick, and me. Nick and I had commandeered a rental van early in the morning, loaded up the rest of the crew at the guesthouse, dropped Thor at some random roundabout near his home, and headed back to the Snaefellsnes Peninsula. A stop at the Hotel Rjúkandi was required…
It was the final day of the Iceland Workshop, and it felt like we had some locations to catch up on. Although the storm had faded, it left a sky that couldn’t decide if it was going to be a backdrop of interest or a curtain of gray. We’d try to make the most of it before heading back toward Reykjavik and the departures at Keflavik.