Come On UpTruckee, CA

"Come on up", he said, "It's warm inside".
"Hmmm," she thought doubtfully, unimpressed with the spartan entrance, despite her freezing feet. She was suspicious.
"Well," he said, reading her expression, "it's up to you... but warm food... a warm bed... a little lovin';  stay as long as you like. Whaddya think?"

He took a few steps, and slyly glanced back to see if she followed. 
She stood, watching. He looked away continued up the stairs, invitingly. She took a few hesitant steps. He opened the door. Out wafted the what were undeniably most delicious cornucopia of smells she'd ever experienced. Her mouth watered. She may have even drooled a bit. 

He chuckled quietly as she followed at last, stepping carefully up the snow-covered stairs, then through the door and into what would turn out to be her lifelong home. She sniffed the delicious air once more, licked her chops and wagged her tail. 

He named her Angel. 
And she was his, as he was hers from that day forward. 
The Time It Takes To Dream
In the tiny town of Volcano, CA you might find Indian Grinding Rock State Park, once home to the Miwok native Indians of Northern California. Many ceremonies are performed in this roundhouse - and although I'll likely never see them - I could feel the whispers as I stood there.
Sky On Fire
When a scene like this is presents itself to you, it's kind of like the spotlight switching on and the director barking "Action!!". You're on. You're in the zone. Maybe a little nervous about hitting your mark, saying your lines right. Which is kinda silly, since a scene like this has nothing to do with you. All you can really do is be in awe. And do your best to be in service of such a moment so that maybe someone who wasn't even there can understand why you were left completely speechless.
The sky was indeed on fire that night. 
July 2010. Glenshire pond,Truckee, CA.


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She Reveled in Her PurplenessTruckee, CA

GreenGreenGreenGreenPurpleGreen.
She loved being a woman of color.



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Harold & Maude
Harold and Maude proclaimed their hearts 
on the side of a barn
in the midst of a field
where the sun could kiss
the love they shared.
Oh Captain, My CaptainEl Capitan, Yosemite, CA

She was a mountain person.
Always had been. 
The strength, the power, the quiet sense of undeniable mastery
So perfectly resonated within her.



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The Spotlight
She was no spring chicken, but her posture was still amazing.
And she was still most comfortable in the warmth of the center spot.



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High Noon at Bell Rock
I'd been in lovely Sedona for a gathering. It was June and it rained pretty much the whole time. Of course, the sun came out as I was leaving for the airport to come home. Bell Rock at noon. Who shoots at noon, I thought? But it was my only chance, so I pulled over with only a few moments to find that shot that would speak of my experience there. There was no romantic, mysterious early morning/late afternoon glow... just the stark overheadness of high noon to work with. This was the result. 

Proving to myself once again, that sometimes we just have too many expectations about "special"... when it might be just sitting there staring at us under the high noon sun.



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The Shot I Fell Off The Bridge For
It had snowed. Alot. Like about 5 feet in 3 days. When that happens, it changes where the edges of things appear to be. 

I saw this scene taking shape and snowshoed out to greet it. Set up my tripod on the little bridge over the creek that feeds the lake. With the sunset about to peak, I looked up, took a step back... and fell off the bridge right onto my back in the creek. Someone let out schoolgirl shriek. Certainly that was not me. And yet... I was alone. sigh. Lying there in the slush, I looked up again - and saw my camera and tripod dangling by a mere participle above me. Luckily, it wasn't heavy enough the break through and join my little creek party jam. I had to scramble out on my hands and knees, because my snowshoes wouldn't grab in the voluminous, drifty snow. This gorgeous painting of a moment graciously hovered until I got my shot. 



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And in the end, that's all that really counts.

Come On Up

Truckee, CA

"Come on up", he said, "It's warm inside".
"Hmmm," she thought doubtfully, unimpressed with the spartan entrance, despite her freezing feet. She was suspicious.
"Well," he said, reading her expression, "it's up to you... but warm food... a warm bed... a little lovin';  stay as long as you like. Whaddya think?"

He took a few steps, and slyly glanced back to see if she followed. 
She stood, watching. He looked away continued up the stairs, invitingly. She took a few hesitant steps. He opened the door. Out wafted the what were undeniably most delicious cornucopia of smells she'd ever experienced. Her mouth watered. She may have even drooled a bit. 

He chuckled quietly as she followed at last, stepping carefully up the snow-covered stairs, then through the door and into what would turn out to be her lifelong home. She sniffed the delicious air once more, licked her chops and wagged her tail. 

He named her Angel. 
And she was his, as he was hers from that day forward. 
Come On UpTruckee, CA

"Come on up", he said, "It's warm inside".
"Hmmm," she thought doubtfully, unimpressed with the spartan entrance, despite her freezing feet. She was suspicious.
"Well," he said, reading her expression, "it's up to you... but warm food... a warm bed... a little lovin';  stay as long as you like. Whaddya think?"

He took a few steps, and slyly glanced back to see if she followed. 
She stood, watching. He looked away continued up the stairs, invitingly. She took a few hesitant steps. He opened the door. Out wafted the what were undeniably most delicious cornucopia of smells she'd ever experienced. Her mouth watered. She may have even drooled a bit. 

He chuckled quietly as she followed at last, stepping carefully up the snow-covered stairs, then through the door and into what would turn out to be her lifelong home. She sniffed the delicious air once more, licked her chops and wagged her tail. 

He named her Angel. 
And she was his, as he was hers from that day forward. 

Come On Up

Truckee, CA

"Come on up", he said, "It's warm inside".
"Hmmm," she thought doubtfully, unimpressed with the spartan entrance, despite her freezing feet. She was suspicious.
"Well," he said, reading her expression, "it's up to you... but warm food... a warm bed... a little lovin';  stay as long as you like. Whaddya think?"

He took a few steps, and slyly glanced back to see if she followed. 
She stood, watching. He looked away continued up the stairs, invitingly. She took a few hesitant steps. He opened the door. Out wafted the what were undeniably most delicious cornucopia of smells she'd ever experienced. Her mouth watered. She may have even drooled a bit. 

He chuckled quietly as she followed at last, stepping carefully up the snow-covered stairs, then through the door and into what would turn out to be her lifelong home. She sniffed the delicious air once more, licked her chops and wagged her tail. 

He named her Angel. 
And she was his, as he was hers from that day forward. 
See photo in original gallery.