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On my recent road trip from Seattle to Yosemite, I visited quite a few places including Proxy Falls which was recommended by my friend Carol. When I got to the trail head, it was already around 4:00 pm. That meant I had only 2 hours before complete darkness! That was a scary thought given that it was my first time there and no one around! Usually I love to have the place all to myself to photograph freely, but when you are 2 hours into the woods, you'd like some company! Luckily, I didn't get lost in the woods and made it back in one piece, but I had a very limited time to shoot. When I finally found the place, I was floored by the beauty and peacefulness of the waterfall. It made me forget about the fact that I was soaking wet and very cold! It absolutely burned me that I had to leave quickly, because it was simply to dark for a decent shot!
Just a literal quick snap in Black Dragon of Solace. She was once a slave, born into it, before her new 'Master' Celas found her. They adventured for some time, before coming to Elyona. There Celas met his husband Almalik, and Solace found two that filled her heart, and helped gently lead her into standing on her own. A girl who loves nothing more than caring for her two masters, making salves, shampoos, conditioners, creams...
No matter where life takes them.
Getting seriously back logged on images but I look at it as a good thing. This is an image from last weekend playing in the snow in Humboldt County with my buddy Mike Ryan. I was excited about this image because I never photographed Spanish moss in snow or even remember seeing that before. Hope you enjoy the image as much as it was for me to photograph it.
Mount Rainier from Kerry Park.
Perhaps the only thing that never lets Seattle peeps stop dreaming...
My father passed seven years ago; this is in memory of his dear best friend, Joe, who passed away Friday evening. Taken at Richart Lake, Muscatatuck NWR.
Historic Immaculate Conception Church, Eckley Miner's Village Museum, Eckley, PA
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This little bay isn't usually accessible in my town. But the tide was low enough. It was a lovely place to sit, and take my time over my shot. An enjoyable but damp evening.
Photo taken at Sunny's Studio
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This image was taken early on a Sunday morning in mid-January, when London experienced several hours of snowfall.
The snow had fallen steadily overnight when this was captured near Golders Hill Park, one of the highest points in North London, where I'd hoped the snow would be heavy enough to provide some scenic material and where the high altitude helped to keep the snow cold and fresh. I'd previously hiked past this spot, hidden away near a path leading from Golders Hill Park towards the Hampstead Pergola and Hill Gardens, and was drawn to it the moment I saw it in the early-morning light. The idea of a view from an empty snow-covered bench surrounded by bare trees seemed to tell a story, and the setting felt like it had been lifted out of a fairytale.
The image was straightforward to shoot and edit, with multiple exposures captured and blended to control the intensity of light in the sky and to preserve as much detail as possible among the trees in the low-light conditions. I isolated the bench in Photoshop so that I could control its contrast and colour balance separately from the background, holding on to a hint of the red tones in the wooden backboard to complement the sub-zero blues and cyans surrounding it. Finally, I brushed in some additional traces of snowfall to complete the wintry atmosphere.
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“Space has a spiritual equivalent and can heal what is divided and burdensome in us.”
~Gretel Ehrlich, The Solace of Open Spaces
Why do I travel?
There are three parts to this answer, each of which on its own could be a complete response depending on the reader's own experience.
First, I travel to find my expressions… my art. Art, in its barest form, is our soul’s response to all that churn us. Question us. Make us wonder and contemplate. Truest art – Gretel Ehrlich argued and I humbly concur – would have the same qualities as earth. They would weather harshness and time, hide their deepest message for those with the tenderest light, allow the wind to wipe out their frivolities, and be obtuse and worthless to the vain and the less experienced. From my travels, I learned another important aspect of art: it must be manifested – just as mountains stand and rivers flow – irrespective of having patrons or appreciation. It is purely an assertion of being alive, which transcends the medium of expression and is bound by no limits… a miniature replica of open spaces that kindles its genesis in the first place.
Second, I travel for my son. I have often wondered, what would I want to leave behind with Rishabh when my impermanence materializes? Not riches, nor stories… he can earn them on his own. I rather leave him with lessons that come our way during our travels. Like waterfalls, we must embrace unavoidable falls in life with grace. Like butterflies, we must explore and migrate to the unknown following our instincts. Most importantly, like Saguaros and Joshua-s, we must endure harshness and despair, because they – as Ehrlich pointed out – empty out into an unquenchable appetite for life.
Third, I travel to find solace. After losing her dearest to an incurable disease, Ehrlich – a former urbanite, found her solace in nature and wrote 'The Solace of Open Space'. Stuck to my griefs, I tend to forget that life is a continuous ceremony of seasons, where – as Ehrlich puts it – “the paradox is exquisite". New leaves of spring must fall in autumn so that emptiness may harbor hopes of another spring. In Hawai’i, I saw first-hand how the fragile land endures great loss when lava erupts from volcanoes and ruins everything in its path. Nevertheless, punctuating the devastation, I also saw life protruding tenderly in those jagged lava rocks as soft seedlings. In Ehrlich’s words, ”to be tough is to be fragile; to be tender is to be truly fierce.” Out in raw winds under the warm sun, I have come to realize that my griefs are not the end of me; instead my pains and losses are, in her words, an odd kind of fullness. To quote Ehrlich again, “True solace is finding none, which is to say, it is everywhere.”
So, I travel. As often as I can. As far and as wide as I can.