On May 3, 2006, more than 12 years ago, I created an image at the Foothills Parkway. I know this because the picture is a
As I write this, I’m in route to photograph the ancient bristlecone pine forest. That’s right, I’m headed to the White Mountains of south-central California
The Foothills Parkway, Great Smoky Mountains National Park. It’s so close to my house and sometimes yet so far. I’m trying remember the last time
It’s a Saturday morning. The sky is gray and the ground is wet here in East Tennessee. I’m content sitting here in my chair with
Almost immediately after returning from Alaska at the end of July, I quietly began planning my next adventure. It is what I do after all.
I’ve had several days back home now to reacclimate after my Alaska adventure. I’ve been taking a break from social media and Facebook keeps reminding