In the heart of Los Padres National Forest, the Big Sur River is carving steep gorges and sharp-crested ridges. Sykes campground—where I captured the image above—is a 10-mile hike through untamed canyon wilderness. It was a challenging destination to reach even when there was an established trail. But now in the wake of fires, road closures,Continue reading “Of Time and the River”
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Fields of Gold
Meaghan had a straightforward request. Shoot my family, she said. Not that kind, the other. I chuckled to myself. I admire a woman who’s direct. To the point. Like this. It’s a gorgeous image. Matt wondered about his role in the affair. How does the back of my head look, he asked. Splendid, I said.Continue reading “Fields of Gold”
Cast a Spell
Not long ago, a man met a woman. He fancied her, and she returned the favor. As often happens, one thing led to another. Poof! just like that—two became four. And a happy four, at that. How happy? THHIIISSSS happy. Big sister agrees with little brother. You can see it in her eyes. Happiness is aContinue reading “Cast a Spell”
Dance Like Everybody’s Watching
Melody. That’s her name. It describes her laugh, too. And her movement. She’s a ballet dancer, after all. And every ballet dancer needs a portrait. Well, portraits—one is never enough. Of course, they have to be worthy of a dancer’s art. So while I played with light, Melody played with expressions. Lots of them, endlesslyContinue reading “Dance Like Everybody’s Watching”
Stay Wild
Between the Bay Area and the blue border of the Pacific ocean, the Santa Cruz Mountains stretch for over 50 miles. Skyline/CA 35 traces the spine of that ridge, from Fort Funston and Redwood City, through Crystal Springs and Portola Valley, to Palo Alto and Saratoga—and beyond. The country is gorgeous along Skyline. Grasslands andContinue reading “Stay Wild”