Wreathed in Alpenglow I told you I had been thinking about the valley recently. When last I was there, our camp stove broke and we bought sandwiches and sat on the edge of a swollen Merced to watch the last rays of light hit the saddle of the Bridalveil. The river was high. Never before...
Apropos of the protests I was in Madison, Wisconsin during the dust-up over the collective bargaining rights of public employees. I wandered out unto the steps of the capitol building before sunrise. There were posters in the windows and a few people on the streets with signs in support of public employees. The fervor over...
The Cecil H. Green Library at Stanford Libraries are dangerous places. You step into the stacks, pick up a book and you never know what you’re going to learn. Fujifilm RVP 100, Sinar F1, 90mm f/8, 3:30 exposure, pulled 1.0 stops. I had to sign a release and speak with the administration to be allowed...
and missing it Saw the valley from the plane back from Indiana. Thinking about when I can get back. This is from 11 months ago, dawn.
A return to fond memories This is a post about returning to well-loved places and reconnecting. I traveled to Bloomington, Indiana last week for a family wedding and I found some time to grab a snap or two around campus. The leaves were turning and the Gothic facades of campus were framed by reds and...
