I didn't shoot much in a way of street photography when I was in NYC this past week. It was more of an R&R kind of vacation but I still had my camera around my neck in case a moment presented itself. And, this gem did!
Humor is something I look for when I go out in the streets to photograph. It's a way for me to be present in the moment and to focus on the positive side of life.
The fog burned off at this point along the trail.
I love hiking on foggy days particularly at the moment when the fog begins to lift and the clouds slowly part to make way for the sun to appear. A sort of dance happens with the light. It intensifies then fades again. Sometimes it happens gradually. Other times it happens in a flash. When it appears at just the right spot along the trail, the landscape transforms into something quite magical. It's subtle but beautiful.
The heat wave lingered in the Bay Area for several days before the temperatures cooled off this past weekend.On Sunday morning, the clouds appeared as the sun washed the landscape at Lafayette Ridge.We've hiked here several times since spring and it was the first time I've seen it this beautiful.
I make it a point to revisit my pictures after some time has passed. I tend to judge them too quickly just soon after I take them. For example, I didn't think much about these two images back when I photographed them in October. But,by being removed from the experience and seeing them again with fresh eyes several months later, I have found a renewed interest in them.
We paused on the trail in awe of this small patch of landscape illuminated by soft warm light from the sun. Gone are the harsh early morning rays of summer. Fall has arrived.
Lately, I've been going on long stretches without pulling my camera from my daypack. I realized as we've been hiking these past few months that every trail is different and the landscape alters depending on the weather. Today was an exception. All the elements seem to have come together and I felt that tug to capture these two images.
I didn't have any expectations on this trail. We've done a hike back in October at the nearby park. It was hot that day with not a hint of a cloud in the sky. I wasn't able to produce any interesting images. This time around, the conditions were different. The weather was cooler and the landscape kept changing right before my eyes whenever the sun peeked through the rolling clouds. I had fun observing the light as it crept from one area to the next. I waited to click the shutter until the moment when it fell on the right places.
That's what the national parks do. They perform a kind of open-heart surgery on us, permitting us more room in our hearts for the love of these places, for the love of our country, for the love of our family.
The harsh sun in Sedona made it difficult to get good images. Nonetheless, I tried to capture something interesting on the rare instance that the scene along the trail fell in complete shade.
We hiked just beyond the end of the West Fork Trail. Going through the canyon was just inspiring. Played with geometry on this one.
Yesterday, I took my new camera for a spin. I walked until I reached the end of the pier and tried to make an interesting picture.
I took these photographs while waiting for a friend in Berkeley on Christmas Eve.
I love the light on this trail– subtle but significant.
It rained on Thanksgiving Day but cleared in the early afternoon. The sun was struggling to breakthrough the clouds so I tried to capture some interesting reflections on the water.
I have loved redwood trees ever since I first encountered them at the Redwood National Park on a road trip from Seattle to Santa Barbara in 1994. I always feel this sudden burst of energy whenever I am around them. This past weekend while hiking at Mt. Tamalpais, I noticed the warm morning light just touching the edges of the tree trunks. I couldn't resist taking this image.