Along the eastern plains of Mono Lake lies a sandy plain sparsely dotted with long dead shrubs.Read More
Eighteen miles on foot, backpack laden with gear, surrounded by granite and Jeffery pine, I walked on the rooftop of California.
There are times that define us, that seek us out and ask the deep questions of self that only you can answer. Along a small creek, deep in the heart of the John Muir Wilderness was such a time.Read More
I often struggle with the 35mm frame. An odd width, not quite panoramic, and not compressed enough to match the clean feel of a 4x5 dimensioned frame. For years I exclusively photographed square (long before Instagram), I loved the look of equal vertical and horizontal lines. A few years ago I started getting into panoramic images.Read More
...to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience; to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder upon it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of the moon and the colors of the dawn and dusk.Read More