The fall colors were boomin' just off US 395 southbound approaching Conway Summit. The brilliant blue skies and kiss of snow on the mountains lended themselves to the picutre perfect scene along the roadside.
Just north of the Golden Gate, tucked amongst the Marin Headlands, is Rodeo Beach, a prototypical, wind-swept, Northern California beach that calls more for winter parkas than skimpy swimwear. Every once in a while, though, the winds shift and the air temperature rises above "frigid" allowing you to shed the parka in favor of a wind breaker.
Emerald Bay is beautiful. It almost makes me wish that I still had my kayak!
The hike to Chimney Rock from the bus stop where you are dropped off is an easy walk that is fairly flat that overlooks Drake's Bay on the one side and the Pacific Ocean on the other. On the Drake's Bay side is the Historic Point Reyes Lifeboat Station and the remaining Point Reyes Fish Dock, which in the winter and early spring can be run by breeding and nursing Elephant Seals.
Overall, Red Rock Canyon doesn't have that much red rock nor is it much of a canyon. I suppose like most of Las Vegas, it all sounds better than it really is
Half Dome and Tenaya Canyon
I have to admit, I processed this photo. I just can't help myself. But I particularly like how the shading falls on what I think is Tressider Peak and the Echo Peaks behind it.
Passing Steamboat Point, you get views of the Great Plains extending off to the eastern horizon. With each hairpin turn on the descent, the mountainous west receded into memory as there would be nothing but straight roads and severe cross winds for miles to come.
Warning The spines of the Teddybear Cholla stick instantly and hold tightly by means of minute, backwardly directed barbs. When a joint (which seems to jump when detached by a light touch or bump) is severely stuck, the victim's best solution is to cut the spines with scissors or clippers and pull them from the flesh with pliers.(src: eNature.com)
The winds were offshore once again and so it was time to go back to Point Reyes National Seashore for a saunter along Liamantour Spit.
Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes at Dawn
Sunrise at Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes, Death Valley
The Wild, Wild West
We opted for the standard tour, which over two and a half hours hit all the viewpoints on the self-drive tour plus gave us access to back country areas to see a side of Monument Valley that you cannot see on the self-drive tour.
With the clouds parting, the windswept landscape was unreal.
Three minutes later, a left onto Lancaster Road and the horizon seemed to be tinged orange. The road jigged left, then right and then I was headed straight into a sea of orange. Not even at the preserve yet, I stopped along the side of the road along with everyone else and ran toward the fields that were covered with the orange goodness. There, we all proceeded to literally frolic.
I drove the last mile to the preserve fulfilled.
Cool dunes at sunrise
Sunrise at Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes, Death Valley
It wasn't planned that way; but it turned out to be better than we could have ever planned.
I sometimes wonder whether the folks at Nikon wish that I would stop posting photos.* Other people take such beautiful pictures with the same camera that I have, except mine are out focus, badly composed, and incorrectly exposed. I can't be making their camera look good.* And yes, I am conceited enough to think that the folks at Nikon even see my photos.
The sun set as thunder rolled across the mountain tops casting the kind of light over the disintegrating thunderheads reserved for god-moments.
We rose early the next morning getting to the Hope Valley Cafe just in time for the first cup of coffee to come out of the perculator. From there, the goal was to cross over Carson Pass and descend into the Sierra Foothill wine country.
As we rose in elevation up to Hope Valley, a thick fog enshrouded us, casting a starkness across the scenery.
While waiting for a table at Rucola, I spied the Tribute in Light overhead and resolved that I would have to go back down to Brooklyn Bridge Park after dinner for at least one more shot of the lower Manhattan skyline.
The food at Rucola, by the way, was amazing; such a neighborhood gem.
Dunes at Dawn
Black and white image of Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes at sunrise, Death Valley National Park
Along Route 24, Capitol Reef National Park
It seems almost instinctual that whenever you see a place named "Sunset Point" on a map, particularly a national park map, you want to go camera and tripod in hand.
And so we went to watch the sun set over Capitol Reef National Park from--you guessed it--Sunset Point.
Half Dome off Big Oak Flat Road
The first view of Half Dome in Yosemite National Park is from turnouts along Big Oak Flat Road (if you enter via CA 120). Smoke from fires in the area had settled into the valley largely obsuring the view.Nature, however, is no match for technology so I downloaded a trial of Lightroom to see if the new dehaze slider would do anything. It did; it turned the sky yellow.Ansel Adams is probably turning in his grave.
Woohoo. Awash in aspen sold on society6. Now, Im a professional photographer.Thank you for validating me, whoever you are.
Lost among the dunes
Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes, Death Valley
Toward the end of the jeep tour, we walked around Round Lake.
Sunrise @ Temple of the Sun II
The previous time that I had been in Capitol Reef National Park, I was on Belle, so I was free to roam off the beaten track to experience the southern end of the park as it was meant to be experienced--alone, by oneself, among the grandeur of nature along dirt roads and stream crossings.
This time, we were in Betty, our Honda Civic Hybrid whose off road abilities were sorely lacking. So we booked a jeep tour to take us up through Cathedral Valley and then up into Fishlake National Forest for the fall colors.
The day of the wedding dawned sunny and breezy east of San Gorgonio Pass, where stands the oldest windfarm in the U.S. So, of course, I had to get up before the dawn to head out there and take pictures in the 50 mph breeze.