Winter Light. The view at 4,802′. There are 48 peaks on the official list of New Hampshire summits with an elevation of over 4,000 feet. Mount Moosilauke is #10 on that list. “The Moose,” is also the western most peak to be included on the list, and one I had yet to climb. My reward… Read More
Your Photographs Are You. The photographs you make are unique. No matter the location, they are a piece of you. Ten, a hundred, a thousand times, regardless of how often a place as been seen through a lens, the pictures you make will be different. A small part of everything you are, the life you’ve lead… Read More
Blue & Gold And A New Year. While many(most?) were still warm in their beds, the New Year dawned blue and magical along the rocky New Hampshire coast. This, the first image, in fact the first press of the shutter for 2015, is but a 30 second glimpse of the enchanting twilight. 16°F At First Light… Read More
Cold winter morning. The New Hampshire seacoast. Fire in the sky. Warmth an illusion. Find more warmth Here.
Along with the first snow comes wanderlust. Along with seasons first big snow storm came a desire to head to the mountains. A call to get out and explore I would not resist. The sky at sunset was rather plain, yet the pastels on the horizon as the blue hour set in made for a… Read More
Mirror, Mirror. New Hampshire’s Mt. Chocorua, uniquely doubled in a mirror image created of snow and ice.
Winter Treasure. Winter is coming. Cold winds blow. The mountains frosted white. Deep in forest as the cold takes hold, icy treasures glisten. Changing, new, from day to day on the whims of the stream. There for the taking diamond white, jewels created of ice.
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Seasons Change Windswept and frigid. Lonely, beautiful in frozen solitude with just one other sharing the alpine majesty. Only the winter wind breaks the silence. Clouds fill the sky over sun warmed summits. Trails come alive with mountain adventurers. Seasons change, the mountains remain.
Feeding my soul at 5,000 feet. The mountains are my church, and the windswept summits are the altar upon which I find solace. In The Church Of Ice And Snow. Many worship behind stained glass, or under minarets. My place of worship is in solitude, high on a mountain ridge as I watch the sun… Read More