Southeastern inland: Mammoth Mountain Dead Forest … where the CO2 gas seeped up from below to kill the trees. Posted warnings tell parents and pet owners to keep little ones away. (See https://pubs.usgs.gov/dds/dds-81/Intro/facts-sheet/GasKillingTrees.html)
“And the remaining trees of his forests will be so few that a child could write them down”
When you can’t ski down … pull up a seat! Summer at Northstar
Inland Northern trail near Mt. Shasta, laboring up the dusty trail, hot and sweaty. But look up, where “… over everything the glory will be a canopy.”
Pull up a seat on the beach at Lake Tahoe.
Coastal mossy madrona along the Dipsea Trail. ” … how is the wood of a vine different from that of a branch from any of the trees in the forest?” Or a blanket of moss from leaves?
Azalea or rhododendron? “Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come …”
Looking south from the trail …
Or looking north from the top of The Nipple, “I see skies of blue” above the Pacific Crest Trail.
Texture on the hiking trail
Texture of light and brick in Sacramento
And what about the elastic texture of time? It flies smoothly when having fun, yet drags roughly when dutifully dogging work.
I’ve not had time to capture or create an image to express this taffy-pull challenge of returning to work, that necessary reality tugging time from photography. And, therein lies the rub of my existential Which Way Photo Challenge: take time to make a living or make time to take a photo.
All hail the end of the COVID-battical!
Looking into the window of a lighting shop in Sacramento.
Early sun landing on the airport hangar rooftops in Truckee, as seen through the window.
Last full moon waning — last on the DSLR
Last trail trekked — last on the cell camera
All out of gas
not that it matters when you break down on the trail
Denim by candlelight with some light reading companions
Texture and spots … lines and dots … brown and dirty … ghostly Bodie, CA.
Initially posted in color in April 2014, I just converted the above image into a black and white pencil sketch.
First posted in September 2012 in black and white, this Yosemite view has long been one of my favorites.
Previously in de-saturated color in December 2012, the lines and texture seem to pop better in black and white.
After seeing real rainy pics, I began playing, or should I sing, “Dancing in the rain!”?
After the rain, as the day ends, the setting sun ignites the clearing clouds.
Early evidence of warmer days grows between a rock and a hard freeze.
“… the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”
For every bark, there is a season.
“a season for every activity under the heavens: … a time to uproot …
… a time to tear down …
… a time to scatter …
… a time to embrace … and a time for peace.”
… now is the bridge. “The future’s not ours to see … “