Spring from atop Twin Peaks. Tourists, locals and myself climbed Twin Peaks the weekend past to see the sun set over this great shoulder of civilization we call San Francisco. The tide rolled out, the fogs inward and the heather waved in the hot breath of the fading afternoon. First image is from the D800...
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...
Soft soils and cool mornings. Wine is civilization, and has been since time immemorial. To walk through the vineyard in the cool of the early morning has been a part of the human experience for as long as there has been what could reasonably be called humanity. The Russian River wanders west on its seaward...
My road lies East. Since ever I remember, wilderness photography, for me, meant the American West. In my twenties, my wife and I would drive for days to come to where the rocky spine of the world broke the plains. At the beginning of my thirties, I lived for three years on the incomparable hearth...
You’re scared of room 237, ain’t ya? Recent Yosemite posts here, here and here. A longtime and diehard fan of Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining and a bona fide Yosemite junkie, I’ve always viewed the interior of the Ahwahnee Hotel with a mixture of awe and dread. One can be forgiven if—upon first entering the grand...
