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A spring day in the Oregon hills.
Maybe that’s enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom…is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go. – Anthony Bourdain
A week of work, a day off, a walk through the park. I’ve been sidelined from posting lately, but I’ve been thinking of Spain and it’s time to get back to photography.
After two weeks of being mostly offline, a return to posting. This incredible cloud formation was just minutes before the sky around Lake Naivasha opened with a massive…
The craggy, green emptiness of the Gobi, in a National Park a few hours from Dalanzadgad.
In the late afternoon light, we race across the South Gobi to reach Dalanzadgad before the sky rips open.
Empty streets. Quiet but for the grinding rumble of snowplow blades scraping the pavement. Fresh snow underfoot. More than two feet between Friday and Saturday. A city paralyzed.…
From a fabulous visit to the African Fund For Endangered Wildlife. I could watch these massive, fascinating creatures all day.
Cold water after a long and difficult hike to the top of Cerro Chato, a dormant volcano near La Fortuna, Costa Rica. The proportions made me think of Mark…
Late afternoon rocks by the church and the main beach promenade.
Some of the beautiful flowers for sale at the Pike Place Market.
A hike through a forest near the Kingston ferry terminal where enormous cedars shoot straight into the sky.
The masterpiece of 20th century residential architecture.
At this year’s celebration, a great day on the Mall.
Thinking of Spring and the flowers for sale along Rue Mouffetard.
Along the Billy Goat Trail.
From a path along the Bruce Trail, near Big Bay, looking south.
The Coves of La Jolla on a cloudy summer day.
Along the Billy Goat Trail in Great Falls Park.
Far from the city lights.
An untouched sidewalk along an unusually quiet Germantown Road, courtesy of the “Polar Vortex.”
On the edge of a parking lot, about 25cm worth of snow.
Seen last night while walking the empty streets.
The swamp by the side of the road.
In a silent forest of cedars, poplars and ancient granite, a void worthy of a fantastic fable.
While moving downhill on a trail.
When I originally edited my New Zealand trip galleries, the Milford Sound portion of the trip made for some difficult decision making. There were just too many amazing…
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