On the road

Life got busy in October
Busy is good
I photographed families
Business pros
And lots of scenes
Whatever caught my fancy,
From central Oregon to the Bay Area
Too many images to share at once
So I’ll start with scenes
Hope you enjoy!

Smith Park State Park, Oregon

oregon smith park state park landscape photography path bridge sky

Crater Lake National Park

oregon crater lake national park landscape photography

Red bramble on the banks of the Deschutes River

oregon deschuttes river red bramble wilderness nature photography

Deer: Sawyer Park, Bend, Oregon

bend oregon sawyer park pale yellow grass deer

Fall Colors on the Deschutes River

bend oregon deshchuttes river stone landscape photography

Grass at twilight in central Oregon

bend oregon deschuttes river grass landscape photography

Homestead: Somewhere, central Oregon

oregon homestead at nightfall landscape photography

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neilson portrait photography outdoor candid natural light wilderness utah beard

He’s nameless to most people
To me he’s Utah’s Most Celebrated Outdoorsman
Granted, it’s a little long for a nickname
But it’s a damn fine description
So that definitely counts for something
Anyhow, real moments are elusive snow leopards
It’s always a privilege to witness them
Man, I love photography!

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The Old Ways

For the avid reader in search of a great book, I highly recommend The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot by Robert Macfarlane.

The Old Ways explores the role of walking—or wayfaring—in seeing the world aright.

That is, in realizing a straight path is never only linear.

But before you can earn such insight, you’ve got to log some trail miles first.

So without further ado, I’d like to share some of my favorite quotes—and Neilson landscape photographs—from The Old Ways in the hopes of piquing your interest.

“The eye is enticed by a path, and the mind’s eye also. The imagination cannot help but pursue a line in the land—onwards in space, but also backwards in time to the histories of a route and its previous followers.”

landscape bay area wilderness path sky grass

“Humans are animals and like all animals we leave tracks as we walk: signs of passage made in snow, sand, mud, grass, dew, earth or moss…. Most of our journeys now occur on asphalt and concrete—and these are substances not easily impressed.”

landscape bay area wilderness henry coe path

“Paths are the habits of landscapes. They are acts of consensual making. It’s hard to create a footpath on your own.”

landscape yosemite half dome path

“An hour later I went for a walk with a flask of whisky to keep me warm.” Now that’s a gorgeous landscape photo!


“For pilgrims walking the Camino, every footfall is doubled, landing at once on the actual road and also on the path of faith.”

landscape bay area wilderness black mountain paths

“Old paths are mediums in two senses: means of communion as well as means of motion.”

Family photography ranch boy setting sun

“Paths need walking.”


“Footpaths are mundane in the best sense of that word: “wordly,” open to all. As rights of way determined and sustained by use, they constitute a labyrinth of liberty, a slender network of common land that still threads through our aggressively privatized world of barbed wires and gates….”

landscape bay area wilderness black mountain path clouds

“The compact between writing and walking is almost as old as a literature—a walk is only a step away from a story, and every path tells.”

landscape bay area wilderness fremont older path

“Paths run through people as surely as they run through places.”

landscape bay area wilderness open space preserve clouds sky trail grass

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Landscape photography at Rancho San Antonio in Cupertino while in hot pursuit of a coyote but cornering yellow flowers instead

Camera in hand,
I chased a coyote through dry brush,
Over two ridge lines
And into a valley,
Where she lost me for good.
In a sweat,
I plopped down, frustrated.
I complained to myself.
At last, I looked up
In a field of yellow wild flowers,
Sagely nodding in the breeze.
I chuckled.
Lesson learned,
I gathered them up in a single frame
And returned home.

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