An early hike with friends to Dream Lake rewarded us with a vibrant sunrise over the tail waters that gently flow towards Nymph Lake. Though the weather was brutal and the wind ripping, the warm hues took even the deepest chills away.
I returned to this spot the following weekend only to find the water almost entirely frozen. What luck I had getting possibly the last reflections for 2010.
This shot was a result of the following weekend: :thumb186067607:
On the same evening I witnessed the glory of Upper Falls, I also visited the older, much larger, relative, Lower Falls. The water of Lower Falls has a massive decent of over 300 feet! The spray coming up off of the falls floor was astounding. The sunlight was coming in at a very flattering angle, lighting up only the area right of the falls. Making it easy to clearly see Lower Falls as well as adding an element of drama to the scene.
Baita Segantini (2200m) and the Pale di San Martino group, near San Martino di Castrozza.
I hiked up there from 1400m on four out of eight evenings I have spent in the Dolomites, Italy. Three of them completely cloudless but on the fourth hike and my last day of the whole trip I finally got my chance. _______________________________
This was the first site that Marianne and I stopped at on a great last weekend in Iceland. We are every grateful to Orvar and Mai for showing us around (Orvar's site is at www.arcticphoto.is) the area. We had visited the area to the left of this scene but to walk on the glacier itself and find small pools of crystal clarity like this was a dream. If anyone has an inkling to visit this particular location, the access point is behind a fosshotel just past the actual sign to Svinafell glacier.
It was the first evening of my brother's and my trip to Missouri Gulch, and I wanted to have some spots scouted out for potential shots to come. Since less than 50 feet away from camp was a stream of fresh runoff, I decided to explore the area last as I hiked my way down from the slopes. Finding a neat area to setup, I squatted the tripod right above the water and squared everything up.
The sun had set long ago, unfortunately without a cloud in the sky, but still kissed the peak of Mt. Belford. So, fooling around, I decided to work on a focus stack shot.
Redid this shot, so let's talk sharpness and how it is better with it.
I enjoyed how the lovely warm hues of the peak popped against the cool evening, the frigid water and dark night sky, making a wonderfully subtle shot. The smooth flowing stream takes me back to falling asleep, listening as it played its music while I dozed off into my dreams of summiting the nearby 14ers.
What a wonderful substitution for a fan. (something I cannot sleep without)
An early rise of 4am started the day in a good direction to get my little brother in law and I to Rocky Mountain National Park on time. Being from Missouri, Ben doesn't have a ton of opportunities to hike in the mountains. So, while visiting for Thanksgiving, I wanted to give him a chance to do so.
We pulled into the parking lot without another soul in sight. A clean slate of fresh three inch powder covered everyone's tracks from the days before. It was our own winter wonderland.
We quickly made our way up along the trail I had been on so many other times, however. Passing Nymph Lake, I did make one wrong turn since the trail had a decent drift over it, throwing off my memory of which way the trail forked.
We waded through waste deep snow at this point. Ben became superman and smashed a way up to a ridge line that we worked back to the path.
Once we were back on track, it was no time at all before we stood in front of Hallett Peak and Flattop Mountain. I quickly setup for my shots watching the early dawn light slowly melt over the peaks. The wind began to pick up above tree line and the snow began to soar, creating a huge flame from the vibrant morning light.
Sharing the moment with Ben was pretty awesome. And I do believe that our shouts and hoots in response to the beauty didn't go unnoticed since two other photographers surprised us during our war cries.
Other than dunking my legs in icy water, it was a fabulous day to share with my little bro.
Maintaining a quick pace hiking up Mt. Belford (14,197 ft), one may forget to take a moment and look back to see what ground you've covered. So, during the sunrise, you can bet I looked back to see the sun barely caressing the tops of the nearby mountains. And having wildflowers everywhere made the moment that much more magical.
The Minarets are a section of the Sierras that I have been starring at since I was a child and has been on my "to do" list for years. Although we had to change our plans because snow was blocking our route to the next set of lakes, I feel I have a good taste of this area and cannot wait to get back next year. TOP PRIORITY!
On a side note. I was stupid enough to jump into this lake at 10,000ft in October. Dont believe, just ask Ben. Not one of my brighter ideas. haha!