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... A sense of peace and a quality elicit of time spent in nature meditation. That place you must go alone where the wind, the sea air, the pebbles underfoot, the pine branches at the beach edge all grow their roots through your soul tugging at the primordial soup that we all still have deep inside.
Read MoreA fading half moon, setting in the west, illuminates a valley carved from a solid block of granite. Rock made of primary minerals reflect the moon's light like millions of tiny mirrors. The stars above, etched in deep indigo and the quiet of a midnight, inform a mountain peace. A lone artist paints what he feels, packs up and moves on.
Read MoreWhen I'm back home, my Mama often comes photographing with me in the early morning. We have ourselves the most beautiful adventures, scouring the countryside in Northwest Washington, looking for interesting subjects. We always find something: an unexplored back road, a different view, a hidden beach. This morning was no different.
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.
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