When the White Mountains aren’t so white. It’s pretty obvious that when the early European settlers who arrived in New Hampshire first laid eyes on what are now known as the White Mountains, it wasn’t during the fall. Had they arrived during late September or early October, they would probably have been named the Red,… Read More
Early Autumn, a flash of gold, reflections on Stonehouse Pond.
A cold wind blows, bringing a chill to the morning air. Summer’s warmth becomes a pleasant memory as green becomes red and gold. The days are crisp, the air is clear, the hillsides dressed in brilliant Autumn Hues. * * * The question posed on the Daily Post, “Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin… Read More
One evening last fall I had the pleasure of staying in a most spectacular and spacious room. A room like no other. Its walls beautifully decorated in shades of evergreen and autumn gold, with well placed splashes of crimson. The finishing touch, a border of distant mountains under a nearly cloudless blue sky. The… Read More
Mid Stream, Mid Leap, By The Light Of The Moon With time to kill one evening this past week, I stopped by a small stream near where I work to capture a few long exposures of fallen leaves swirling on the water’s surface. Two of my favorites from my experiments with leaves, water, and time,… Read More
The mountains seemed to go on and on… From my bedroom window. Over the weekend I went on my first solo wilderness overnight in New Hampshire’s White Mountains. This spectacular view from the top of Stairs Mountain, the reward for a long hike carrying a fully loaded pack, awaited me as I reached my camp… Read More
Yes it was! Many of you who read my blog regularly know how I often enjoy spending my mornings. The morning usually starts out with a pre-dawn hike, often several miles through the still dark mountains, just as often alone, racing the rising sun in search of a spectacular view. This past Sunday was no… Read More
On the shore there is fire, and that fire is beautiful. As I eagerly await this years first autumn visit to the White Mountains of New Hampshire, I’ve looked to autumns past for inspiration. Here’s an image from “our” lake captured a few years ago. Edit: I just realized that this is my 200th post… Read More