Tuesday, September 28, 2010



Monday, September 20, 2010

Mountain Range With Stars

Mountain Range with Stars

The notion of photographing in mid day sun is usually not something a lot of photographers would get excited about. Harsh shadows, dull color and hard to work with light, yeah a lot to take on. Sure the hours of sunset or sunrise are optimal to create those dramatic landscapes and rich colors we all love but what about the rest of those hours in between? It's still a useful area we shouldn't give the cold shoulder to. Being able to interpret this quality of light is a great exercise we should all try out once in a while. I set out to today to break the old golden hour way of doing things and turned over a nice new leaf. Now that I'm amped on spending more time in the details during mid day light, I make the most of my time creating images instead of sitting around waiting. This does come with a new rule of thumb though; make sure you have enough battery so when you do encounter that golden luminance you can keep on rocking it!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Morning Light

Morning Light on Merced copy

Morning light on the Merced River.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Canyon of Kings

Kings Canyon View

Kings Canyon, Sequoia National Forest.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Province


A man with one eye and a crooked nose, stands with friends on the outskirts of their city.
They look out on those still included,
still in color,
still alive.
They do not feel angry.
They do not feel sad.
They are weather worn, alone together.
They are home, and proud to be so.
The gentle residents question our impediment.
their Habitat is ascending signals as a vigil to the short span.
The iron lake province prevails as we whither frail,slow down and bail.
Even then will her elegance surpass our riches left behind.
Personalities of the forest watch as we tourists walk amongst their plan.
Some exiled,
some guardians,
standing or fallen,
growing sideways by their gnarled roots.
They do not merely hang on, but lay strong.
lending us a sight far less appreciated than deserved.
If The givers cease to persist we surly can't exist in the midst of broken arbor fists.
We're a living death compared to the givers of breath.
Feeling this energy in the form of inspiration.
We speak of their perspiration.
One weekend a year we lend an ear.
I understand what it means to sit still, quiet amongst peers.
Even in the cacophonous groan of machinery, they smile and continue to give.
And STILL I ask for more...
May I borrow your essence for a photograph Sir?

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Exiled

The exiled ll

The Fallen

The Fallen