6.20.17 – “The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
While I don’t share Fitzgerald’s affinity for New York City, or cities in general, I feel the same promise whenever I catch sunrise on the Grand Canyon.
6.17.17 – It was tough crawling out of my sleeping bag at 4:45 this morning in the crisp 38° air, but the mountain sunrise did not disappoint. This is just one quick edit from a plethora of photos to come later; the Gunnison National Forest around Crested Butte is simply amazing.
5.29.17 – Beaver Creek Reservoir was totally socked in with heavy fog this morning, but I watched two kayakers paddle away into the distance. Right before they went around the bend, a gap opened up in the fog and let in a thick beam of light, illuminating the opposite bank with a golden glow.
1.9.17 – I posted another photo of the same sunrise a few days ago taken at a wider angle. This new shot uses a different viewpoint and a telephoto lens to highlight the mountains looming over the reservoir. I’m not sure I like one more than the other, but they’re distinctly different photos.
1.9.17 – I took advantage of a snow day from school to get out and about this morning. Although it was 8° as the sun came up, I thought the benefits of spending time outside were well worth the chill.
1.1.17 – While others slept, I was up watching the year’s first sunrise from the Wineberry Cabin, maintained by the Potomac Appalachian Trail Club.
6.15.16 – I’m finishing up editing photos from the summer and I can’t stop posting shots from Jökulsárlón. These three are from the sunrise (around 3:00 AM). Although cloud cover was heavy, the sunlight broke through for just a few minutes, giving some distinct and rapidly changing colors in the clouds, before fading back into obscurity. The first two photos are taken from the same spot, just minutes apart as the light shifted.
6.20.15 – On my way out of the park one morning, I stumbled upon a secluded field of wildflowers. These subtle little spots are part of what makes Grand Teton such a special place.