Predawn, Merced Luna rises amongst a young aspen grove from the frigid and snowless banks of a December Merced. I waited for sunrise to blush the face of El Capitan on the opposite bank. This near the solstice, it was long after sunrise before the sun breached the canyon’s eastern ramparts, which left me plenty...
Ursa Major Since time immemorial, these pinpricks in the breach have marched across the heavens much as they do now. In the cities we may have blotted these lamps from the sky, but they burn there still; and, every once in a while, we are lucky enough to stand and see them dance. Here is...
A milestone. Hey all, please forgive the recent lack of new posts, but things outside of blogging have been busier than ever recently and The Golden Sieve has, regrettably, fallen by the wayside. But take heart, I’m making a solid effort to do more to get more images and posts out there! This is my...
