The Mouth
The beginning of the falls, at the top of the “Devil’s Throat.”
The beginning of the falls, at the top of the “Devil’s Throat.”
Looking through the trees on the Brazil side of the falls. The rightmost side of the walkway at the top is where On The Edge was taken.
People departed. Tour boats stopped. Just the roar and the early evening sun over this massive ring of waterfalls.
A pair of “tiny” waterfalls near the end of the main trail in Iguazu National Park. With hundreds of falls in the park spilling millions of gallons of water per minute, it’s easy to overlook these tiny cascades as afterthoughts.
Looking west toward the Brazil side of the falls.
Trees along the walk to Mont Saint Michel.
From the walkway atop the Devil’s Throat portion of the Iguazu Falls, looking south at the Argentine side.
A stream through the Gunpowder Falls State Park.
Mount Mulanje, from the window of the UNICEF vehicle.
Looking up, in Gunpowder Falls State Park.
In a park beside the Eastern Market in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.
Few things generate such an immediate, visceral reaction as anything vaguely “nuclear.” Yet for such an evocative word, very few people actually know what radioactive material is. The green liquid in this vial is radioactive phosphate, a substance used for decades in molecular biology research. Using this specific material (not all isotopes are green – sorry, Simpsons fans) has allowed us to understand the very roots of our chemical composition in the letters of our DNA. Pictured behind the vial is a protective lead container.
When the veil of fog and rain finally lifted, there was yet more water. The rapids upstream of the falls have a lot of character, and stand in stark contrast to the still, leafless trees.
In the fog of the late afternoon, there was only noise. So thick was the mist in the air that the famous falls were invisible, even standing right beside the gorge into which they fell. While waiting for a break, I turned in the other direction.
New Year’s Day meant a long drive from Toronto to Baltimore. It was a slight detour to visit the Falls, but worth the diversion to spend a few hours walking along the water.
Taken during my ill-fated attempt at a timelapse photography using a tripod mounted on a moving kayak. At least I kept the boat upright and my glasses on my head. This is also one of the few shots I’ve posted with no post-processing.
Amidst two feet of snow, ice and general Decemberish weather on the shortest day of the year, this shot from this summer struck me as the polar opposite of what’s outside.
Another from the swamp in Edgewood, about a half hour north of Baltimore. It should be worth returning in a few months amidst the snow and frozen water.
I’m trying to have my camera with me more often, and stumbling upon a swamp with interesting trees is reward enough for carrying my gear around.
Shot from a moving van after visiting the Seno Otway penguin colony, I just missed a Ñandu (similar to an Ostrich) that was running across the field. This shot was skipped on the first pass, but pulled out now because I haven’t posted anything in forever. So much for one a week!