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Watercolor Reflections
Some of the most spectacular aspen stands just above Bear Lake in beloved Rocky Mountain National Park. Foliage reflects in the waters of the lake just after sunset after a wonderful autumn day.
Autumn's View of Hallet
One of my favorite scenes from my 2025 outing. This image was captured as first light glanced the top of Hallet Peak for only about a minute. This particular image was made just as the first wisps of cloud began to filter the light and before they quickly blotted out the light all together.
Accents of Rocky
My 2025 trip to the National Park was one not to be forgotten too soon. The display of color interplaying with the dynamic weather patterns unveiled the best of this treasured landscape.
After the Storm
Sometimes an image is more than just a photo. A similar image to the one you see here was originally photographed by Erik Stensland. His shot spoke to me and proved to be a bit of an anchor during an extended, and years long, battle with my physical health. The darkest time in my life with many sleepless nights, spending a small fortune on doctors and scans, lost and without answers, I could see myself in his image. His image features some of the most dark and foreboding cloud formations that I have ever seen. It is not hard to imagine more than just clouds, but a mythical creature of the sky that might swallow up everything in its path. And yet the darkness does not overcome, the Light still finds a way. I saw my own story in that photograph, and I held onto the Light’s victory through all those long and turbulent years.
Fast forward nearly four years later. This past fall a friend and I chanced upon a similar scene while exploring the national park for new vantage points. A beautiful evening in autumn and the storm clouds have gone. I find myself nearly physically whole and now with answers and hope of complete wholeness. After the storm the sky has turned tranquil and a time of joy and rejoicing is drawing near.
Fast forward nearly four years later. This past fall a friend and I chanced upon a similar scene while exploring the national park for new vantage points. A beautiful evening in autumn and the storm clouds have gone. I find myself nearly physically whole and now with answers and hope of complete wholeness. After the storm the sky has turned tranquil and a time of joy and rejoicing is drawing near.
A Song of Praise
A mountaintop moment as the first light of day finds its way through a small gap on the eastern horizon. I am nearly bursting out of my body with the joy this moment brings to me. Unable to hold back the overwhelming elation and thanksgiving for such a gift of existing here and now in this place and in this time. Completely humbled by the immersion in this Sacred beauty.
Autumn's Looking Glass
Perched above Bear Lake in the late Autumn and surrounded by those I love most. We all shared this brief moment together, beauty and wonder surrounding us all tonight.
Brushstrokes of Autumn
One phrase I have never really cared for is “back to reality.” Often thrown around after a wonderful experience or time of restoration met with the transition back into the daily and the more routine happenings of life. I wonder, have I somehow escaped from reality in exchange for a dream? Are the good fruits of life somehow grounded in unreality while life is meant to be sustainably lived in a type of bog filled with the abundant shades of an overcast winter gray?
The rich experiences in life, the truth, the color, love and laughter, I find to be grounded in a sweeter reality. It is the love in life, joy and peace that facilitates lasting human flourishing, after all. Enjoying this cluster of aspen quaking in the gentle breeze, bursting in unabashed color on a perfect fall day, I am reawakened and refreshed once again. For it is both the mundane happenings of life as well as the the mountaintop highs that comprise reality.
The rich experiences in life, the truth, the color, love and laughter, I find to be grounded in a sweeter reality. It is the love in life, joy and peace that facilitates lasting human flourishing, after all. Enjoying this cluster of aspen quaking in the gentle breeze, bursting in unabashed color on a perfect fall day, I am reawakened and refreshed once again. For it is both the mundane happenings of life as well as the the mountaintop highs that comprise reality.
A Place to Dream
Mid summer at Dream Lake, a living painting teeming with inspiration.
Matterhorn Morning
On this July morning and after numerous attempts over a seven year period and many miles of hiking to photograph this location, high altitude cloud illuminates in the predawn light. Thick banded ribbons of pink and magenta ignite overhead with the rushing stream below drawing the eyes toward one of my favorite peaks in all the park, Little Matterhorn.
Refreshed
Stormy weather batters the mountains deep in the park. Although it is August, a heavy, slushy mix falls for hours as the blustery winds bring wave after wave of moisture into the high country. Heading back to camp for some hot food and my warm bed, I notice the last light of the day gracing the peaks one last time. Although I am tired and cold from the day’s adventure, my heart leaps at the sight, and I quickly capture one more image and no doubt one of my favorites of the year. The swell of energy this valley exudes is palpable over the majestic sight celebrating the day’s end. The earth is refreshed by the gift of rain, and I am as well by this blessed gift of hopeful light.
Mountain Laughter
Flowers fill the basin on late summer’s morning. Though they will soon retreat back into the earth for another long winter, today they unabashedly exude with the gleeful radiance of this day. Refusing to be ushered ahead in what is not, they only cling to what is. And what is in this moment is the nearing warmth of the rising sun, the light and airy fragrance of their fondest neighbors and the mystery of the endless joys to be forever discovered anew in the immediacy of the now.
The Breath of Longs
Mighty Longs Peak towers high overhead as the rich hues of morning light ignite the diamond head and adorn in blankets of magenta.
Elephant Balm
I have never tired of discovering the Elephants Head flower while out on the trail. Whenever I happen upon these living marvels, I strive to take notice of each petal on their elegant and detailed stalks. A delight to both the eye and the body, these flowers are also used by Native Americans for a wide array of medicinal purposes. They prove more a balm for the soul today as they bloom at the base of a majestic mountain under the light of alpine glow.
Painted Beauties
A quiet moment far away from the noise, another gift from on high. How fleeting and rare with each one unique, how vast is the sum for those who seek.
Laughing Cascades
After hiking about 7 miles and over a few late June snow banks, we arrive at one of our most beloved locations. The surrounding areas of Lion Lake are flush with yellow and white marsh marigolds, crowding the banks of the multiple surrounding streams. Resting by this small cascade for a few hours observing this bountiful cascade as the crisp waters of snowmelt bound over rock and around each bend descending into the lake. The song of summer in the high country rings clear once again.
The Fern & The Rock
The resilience of life and where even the seemingly most fragile and delicate forms are found is astounding. Utterly opposed and yet beautifully coexisting as one, this silent celebration of fern and rock intertwine in wonder. Soft light prevails through the overhead forest canopy providing just enough illumination upon the tender shoots of this humble fern.
Fairytale Forest
An early morning hike through densely wooded forest leading to a tapestry of rock, earth and root. The woven elements come together in such an order that they spark the imagination; what happenings might be present here when humans do not tread?
Of Sand and Light
Last light piercing through the clear horizon at the end of my first visit to Death Valley National Park. The final moments of intense golden light accentuating the westward facing ridges contrast against the deep and cool shadows of those eastern facing. A simple but spectacular interplay of sand and light.
Sand Castle
A single pointed sand dune stands tall above its surrounding neighbors amidst sand tossed about by the incoming winds. The ever-changing sands of Death Valley National Park are a marvel to behold. I find them mesmerizing at almost any time of day as the the ever changing interplay of light and shadow, texture and ridges never stop refracting a higher Beauty.
View From the Shore
A curiously abstract scene of white sandstone tiles swept clean meet a towering sand dune in the late evening light. The blurred clouds are carried on by the air current with the last bit of illumination from the sun’s fading light. Sometimes long after a visit to a unique location, I look back on my photos and wonder if these places were truly as I captured them. Or was it just a dream? Places of wild wonder and abstract beauty seem so utterly out of place in my day to day life in sprawling suburbia. The hidden, creative brilliance of such places does in fact exist, and what a Wonder these are. Stand on the shores of creation and enter in; see that there is much more to living than we are being sold.
Under a Sky of Fire
Long after sunset the sky burns with one of the most exaggerated and color popping sunsets I have ever witnessed. A riverbed of cracked mud tiles reflect the intensity of colors from the blazing sky above. Truly, we’ve been gifted a great and precious gift in this world.
Tiles
Below sea level at the lowest point in North America, you are surrounded with a unique beauty. After a week camping in the basin, it is difficult to imagine any substantial rain ever gracing the lands of such a scorched landscape. And yet, these mud tiles were partly formed by that rare and precious life-giving and sustaining substance, water. So rich in texture and mystery, the combination of flash flooding and intense heat sculpted these mud tiles.
Sands of Contrast
Rolling waves of light and texture in the golden light of evening. A calm and ease of the rolling dunes of this night inviting me to partake in a shared experience. Will the Light’s wisdom take hold should I enter, or will I resist insisting upon inner turmoil?
Sand Swell
A cresting wave of sand sculpted in the hands of desert winds. The ever-changing sand dunes in Death Valley National Park in low light create a sea of shapes revealing a living canvas of texture and color.
Earthen Roots
Earthen columns of crumbling ancient rock alight in a toasted variation of delicious warm tones. Structures like these are prevalent throughout Death Valley National Park and in nearly every color of the rainbow. With this particular structure being so far below sea level, it was as if I was staring at a subterranean root structure of a long ago mountain. The soft, dappled light glancing off the edges of these ridges reminded me a bit of an abstract and otherworldly sculpture. I find my eyes invited to dance along each crevasses rise and fall.
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