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...
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...
On never forgetting the valley. Earlier here and here. Yesterday was cold in California, or rather, it was cold for California. Rainy too. I walked home from the train station as shadow and Earth began their nightly embrace. I couldn’t help but remember December along the meadows and riverbanks of Yosemite. The links in the...
Through the rain and wind. A prelude to this photo can be found here. The four of us had debated heading to the valley. It was raining hard and the weather wasn’t about to break. But went we did and found our favorite valley flush. The park road crosses the Pohono Bridge, bisects a meadow...
