Sunday, February 20, 2011
"The less talk, the better," Arizona, March 2010
Today is Ansel Adams' birthday; he would have been 109 if he were superhuman. I was drawn in from the moment I first saw one of his black-and-white prints taken at Yosemite, so I thought I'd take a moment to tip my hat to the man today. The combination of his photographs and the crisp, exciting action shots I saw in Sports Illustrated are what drew me to the hobby.
The header on this blog, of course, also recognizes Adams, and for this day, I went back to find a photo taken out West, one that might have been taken by Adams (though in black and white) had he stood where I stood. However, I stood in a parking lot -- making sure to step forward enough so that the pavement did not encroach upon the view, leaving the contrast between blue sky and white clouds against the red rock and green desert foliage to speak for itself.
And, once more, I'll let Adams speak for himself:
"I hesitate to define just what the qualities of a true wilderness experience are. Like music and art, wilderness can be defined only on its own terms. The less talk, the better."
Monday, September 13, 2010
"Daybreak on the reservation," Arizona/Utah, March 2010
I'm not sure I've experienced a place any more peaceful and spectacular as Monument Valley at daybreak.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
"Peaks, valleys and the like," Colorado, May 2006
It's hard not to take a good photograph in the West. But sometimes it helps to mix up the views with a vertical landscape.
Monday, June 21, 2010
"Disappearing Endeavor," March 2008
I've posted this photo before, but considering that I've let this blog slide a bit of late (a little over a month, sadly), I thought it was worth reposting the image now that it was selected for a New York Times gallery of reader-submitted photos. It's only 12 images of shuttle launches -- no contest or prize or anything -- but cool nonetheless. Not bad for my one and only launch and a less-than-ideal viewing point and low cloud cover. Not my best night shot, either, but considering the timing, I'm happy to include it.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
"Rusted in Jerome," Arizona, March 2010
The wheel on the truck hasn't gone 'round in quite a long time.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
"Clouds fill the Canyon," Grand Canyon, March 2010
Is it overcast when you're above the clouds? Or does this fall more into the undercast category? Or maybe we were just in a cloud sandwich at the Canyon, a thick mist filling the void below us, an unbroken cover above us, occasionally dusting us with flakes so that we felt we were living in a snowglobe. So to remember the visit, we bought a Grand Canyon snowglobe at the gift shop on our way out the next day.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
"The Watchtower," Grand Canyon, March 2010
In a 22- or 23-hour span, we saw much of what the Grand Canyon had to offer -- a snowed-in, cloudy cover of white and a bright, clear winter day along the South Rim. On our way out of the park, headed east along Arizona 64 on the way up to Monument Valley, we stopped at the Watchtower at Desert View for one last look. The tower itself was under renovation (and still open), but we passed on climbing the round, spiral steps. How much better can the view get when it's already so spectacular?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
"Fiery sky," New Jersey, November 2007
So often, I find myself walking to the train station in the late afternoon or evening just as the sky is putting on a hell of a light show.
Friday, February 19, 2010
"To go into solitude," Colorado, May 2006
To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Nature"
Friday, January 29, 2010
"To the horizon," Wyoming, May 2006
"If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame," Counting Crows, "Mrs. Potter's Lullaby"
Thursday, January 07, 2010
"Emerging from the storm," Ohio, July 2009
I'm pretty sure this was in Ohio. We came across this dramatic storm cloud on I-80 as we headed west to Cleveland. It was so-so in color, but I found the black-and-white treatment gave it another layer.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Day 361 of 365
U.S. 220 near Bedford, Pa., as we made our way home from Johnstown to New Jersey through a Currier and Ives countryside -- red barns and white farmhouses set in a snow-dusted field among the undulating hillsides.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Day 326 of 365
Yeah, I've used it before, but this scene today driving west on Route 36 had me singing Springsteen in my head:
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh but mama that's where the fun is
-- "Blinded by the Light"
Friday, November 06, 2009
Day 310 of 365
This was the first really chilly evening of the season. I relented and pulled out the heavier winter coat and wore a knit cap and a scarf for the first time, too.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Day 306 of 365
What an amazing sky on this night with the moon peeking through the clouds. It made for some interesting sights.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
"Rocky Mountain stop," Colorado, May 2006
There's always that dichotomy in a visit to a national park -- at least those grand, expansive Western national parks that were established to preserve the vast wilderness. How much of the park are you truly experiencing if you don't get too far from the car?
When my former college roommate and I went out West on a weeklong road trip to mark our 30th birthdays, we devised a grand loop that began and ended in Denver and went as far north and west as Yellowstone and Idaho and as far east as Billings and Cheyenne and that little southwestern corner of Nebraska.
After spending the first two nights in Boulder, we drove through Rocky Mountain National Park on our way north into Wyoming. We stopped at parking areas and vistas, spent a little time walking along the ridges and gazing into the valleys, but we didn't truly leave the car behind and traipse down a mountain path to truly get a feel for the place, the way we did on a college trip to Great Smoky Mountain National Park.
On the one hand, I would've preferred to spend more time -- more quiet time -- in the Rocky Mountain NP, but on the other, we wouldn't have been able to do and see as much as we did if we'd allotted more time for any of our stops. We would've had to cut something out of Boulder, Rocky Mountain NP, Jackson Hole (and the Tetons and Yellowstone), Little Bighorn National Monument, Cheyenne or our last night in Denver. As it was, we didn't get to actually enter Teton NP or detour to Devil's Tower (I definitely have to get back to that one).
But in the end, I think I'd rather spend a little time at more places on the first visit and come back a second time to experience a place more fully. And then someday, when I'm independently wealthy or comfortably retired, I'll simply be able to do whatever, wherever, whenever, for however long I'd like.
Or so I can dream...
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Day 279 of 365
Resumed my annual autumn tradition of a trip to Sussex County, which usually involves High Point State Park. After last year's trip came too late to get the leaves at peak color (but it wasn't a total loss), I decided to consider several trips over two or three weeks rather than setting aside one day to try to pinpoint the peak.
Today was nearly perfect. The weather, that is. The foliage is still spotty, but the scenery still starred in and around the park. I had good light, pleasant breezes and plenty of autumn splendor to behold.
As far as this shot goes, I didn't intend to shoot at this angle, but to get the golden tree into the frame, I had to because I was at the edge of the trail with my foot as far as it could go before stepping onto the loose, gravelly, steep slope. I could've tried to descend a few feet to get under the tree more and bring it closer to the monument, but I was in sneakers (I'd left my hiking boots in the car, hoping the monument would be open for a climb to the top, but it wasn't -- weekends only after Labor Day) and didn't want to get a few feet and then slide down the hill in a gravel-slide. I think it turned out OK, though.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Day 273 of 365
Looking east along 14th Street from the corner at Ninth Ave.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Day 269 of 365
At the western end of 15th Street, where the road ends at the West Side Highway along the Hudson River.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Day 266 of 365
Just 100 days to go! On the first day of autumn -- and Bruce Springsteen's birthday -- I went up to Garret Mountain for a 3-mile run on the loop road and the path around Barbour Pond. As I drove in, I caught a glimpse of this tree just starting to sprout its colors for fall. After my run, I drove the one-way loop again to stop for this shot.
