A Parque of Many Paths
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.
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…
A nearby park from the 25th floor of my hotel.
In a silent forest of cedars, poplars and ancient granite, a void worthy of a fantastic fable.
A long exposure of a group of falls on the Argentina side, processed to look like vintage wet-plate photo chemistry.
Nearing the end of the trail on the Brazil side of the falls, a glimpse behind the water. This perspective is from the top left corner of the…
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…
At the edge of the Champ de Mars, the public green space between the Eiffel Tower and Les Invalides.
Looking west toward the Brazil side of the falls.
A stream through the Gunpowder Falls State Park.
Looking up, in Gunpowder Falls State Park.
Back in Selcuk, a working-class town devoid of much decoration or fanfare, I await my next bus while taking photos of kids playing in the streets. After a quick meal at a neighborhood eatery, my next stop is Pamukkale.
It began this morning in Taupo with a 5 am wakeup call for the bus ride to Tongariro National Park. The bars were still bumping and thumping with New Year’s festivities, but I suited up with cold weather gear, attempting to be prepared for the Tongariro Crossing, billed as New Zealand’s most spectacular one-day walk.
Abel Tasman National Park has golden beaches and water so clear that kayaks in shallow water simply appear to be floating in space. I bask in the sun and climb some of the 57 km of trails that wind and twist through dense trees. I wander beaches and explore tiny side trails.