A torrent of images. We live in a world of exploding photographic documentation. Not only is it certain is that the number of photographs taken every year is growing, its growth rate is growing. Years ago, I remember reading that the average American is exposed to as many images in a day as his great-grandparents...
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...
Another year gone by Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne? This past year was a wonderful one, I wanted to thank family, friends and readers for their kindness and generosity. Two-thousand and twelve will be a big year and I look forward...
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...
