Islands in the storm. Time was I hiked the Kaibab trail with my father in the ’90s. We made it a few miles in, past the first set of switchbacks and over a long plateau to where the trail wound deep into the canyon. It was spring and we hit a whiteout. For a moment...
A purpose-built camera. I hesitate to write about gear. Tools are tools and the bitter truth is that a great craftsman rises above his tools to create a masterpiece whereas most of us try to improve our abominations by buying better or faster hammers to hit the same nails at the same awkward angles. The...
The Mothership. More info on lenticular clouds. Strolling along the south rim, late December, I caught a bit of great light at the tail end of a day that saw sheets of snowstorms wafting over and into the canyon. As I began my western journey home, I spotted a solitary lenticular cloud sculpted by the...
The cavernous heart of Arizona. Here are some images from the Grand Canyon, taken 23 months ago. My parents and I, mittened and capped and bundled against the Arizona night, our boots crunch-crunching down the lofty and marshmallow-snow-bound switchbacks of the Bright Angel trail, found ourselves in the blazing luminosity of the last few hours...
A belated “Happy New Year.” Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne? Illness has made me late in wishing you all the very best in 2013 and thanking you all for your support and friendship in 2012. It’s my great pleasure to know...
