Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
A tiny cabin is adorned by the colors of autumn in the heart of Nantahala National Forest.
Nantahala National Forest
NC USA
A Walk in the Woods
I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees
- Henry David Thoreau
The earthy trail wound through the tall denizens of the misty woods. It was eerily silent, the only sound being the crunch of every step I took towards my destination. And yet, I never felt alone - I had the forest for company and I had so much to learn during my trek on the Kumano Kodo.
Kumano Kodo
Kii Peninsula, Japan
Hiking on the crest
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks
- John Muir
I certainly did not expect to experience what I did during a four day sojourn into the Teton backcountry. Even though it was nearly a decade ago, I still remember the trials and tribulations I endured during the traverse of the Teton high country, but the vistas that trek opened up was beyond anything I had ever imagined. It was truly one for the books.
Grand Teton National Park
WY USA
The Dancing Dame of the Sand
The object of art is to make eternal the desperately fleeting moment
The dancing dame of sand swirled and swayed with the light in the darkness of the canyon. It didn't last long - its fleeting motion dissipated in a blink of an eye, but just long enough to be frozen behind the lens of a camera. Thankfully, it didn't take much to reset and recreate the ephemeral vision once again.
Lake Powell Navajo Tribal Park
AZ USA
Early morning mysteries
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises
- Unkown
Nothing refreshes and re-energizes the soul more than smell of a fresh morning in a rain-forest laden with swirls of moist fog gently caressing its lush green slopes. It is not often that one can get out of the tree cover in a forest, but on this one morning in Colombia, I was able to.
Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona
Colombia
Too much of a good thing
This is one of those places in the North Cascades that has become too popular for its own good. Not just for the glistening alpine lake set amidst the towering granite peaks of the Cascades, but also for the larches that sprinkle gold on the rocky slopes that line the bowl-like depression where this beautiful lake lays. I remember spending a lot of effort into trying to pick up empty plastic bottles and food waste from around the pristine alpine lake.
I have witnessed how crowded up a popular area can get. And that increases the chance that visitors don't adhere to Leave No Trace principles. Not a day goes by when I don't read trip reports of trails and campsites littered with trash. At a popular backcountry location in the North Cascades I visited over a year ago, I was shocked to see the dirty remains of an illegal campfire covering over a dozen beer cans, innumerable cigarette butts, food wrappers and much more. I spent over an hour trying to clean up as much as I could and haul all the trash, but one can only do so much.
I urge you all to read about Leave No Trace , and adhere to it when you are out in the wilderness. Here are three key principles of the seven things you can do when you outdoors:
1. Leave what you find: Leave areas as you found them. Don't clear out sites or build fire rings, damage trees and plants/
2. Dispose of waste properly: Pack it in and pack it out, and this includes all trash, leftover food, fruit skins. litter and toilet paper. Always leave the place cleaner than you found it.
3. Travel and camp on durable surfaces: Concentrate usage on existing trails and focus activity in areas where vegetation is absent
These will help ensure that you such pristine locations are preserved for posterity.
North Cascades National Park
WA USA
A Heart of Gold
I hadn't expected to find a heart of gold in the Pacific Northwest, a region not especially known for its fall foliage, especially against the stars of the show of colors - New England, the Smokies, Colorado and the like. But over the weekend, one little corner of Washington put on a show to delight any nature lover.
The subalpine larch, Larix lyallii, are hardy deciduous conifers that grow in the alpine and sub-alpine terrain along the dry eastern slopes of the Cascades, characterized by short dry summers and long cold winters. And in fall, their needles turn to a golden yellow color, making even a single tree stand out against the rocky terrain ubiquitous in the area. And I happened upon an entire forest of these larches all deciding to change color at the same time.
Okanagan Wenatchee National Forest
WA USA
The drop
Morning light had just started to illuminate the far end of the still lake. A raft of ducks made their way across, submerging periodically to fish for their morning meal. The cool air was silent, interrupted by the occasional shriek of osprey out on a hunting flight. High clouds swirled in the hazy skies above, a sign of an approaching front of smoke. I was not worried; it was my last day there, but I certainly didn't want this moment to end.
As I was pondering on composition ideas, I noticed a school of fish leaving tiny ripples in the still reflection, and wondered whether I could employ that to get a foreground. This image is the result of one such attempt.
Sawtooth National Forest
ID USA
Beyond Sunset
I almost didn't get this shot.
It was getting dark and cold at the summit of the peak near Mt Baker. My shoes, having been soaked in slushy snow for the better part of the evening, was starting to freeze over. And I didn't relish the thought of walking down on snowy trails in pitch black.
But last light of twilight wasn't done yet. As a dark blue hue enveloped the sky from the eastern horizon, the western sky transitioned from bright yellow to a deep orange the likes of which I had never seen before. And against this backdrop, the unmistakable cone of Mt Baker rose up framed by a gradation of colors. And I knew I had to stop and get this.
Mt Baker Wilderness
WA USA
Summer Memories
Everyone is excited about the colorful season of Fall coming up, where nature puts on a show before she finally settles down for the winter. Perhaps we can spare a moment for the balmy days of summer spent lying down on a green grass meadow watching the wispy clouds flutter away. Watching the fleeting patterns of clouds reminds me of bucolic summer days of years past, a time of carefree life and trivial experiences.
This particular area of Palouse brought back those memories, and I tried to render it as I imagined in my minds eye.
Palouse
WA USA