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River of a Dream A bit of imagination often spins a tale when I get in my photo "zone". It sure took over as I stood in this spot. When I let my eyes soften and gaze down, it was like some kind of giant primordial sea, er, mountain stream turtle was lurking about. In fact... I was standing on its back! We went on quite a ride for this shot. It was AWEsome! ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
One Last Wave Before I Rush OutYuba River, CA ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Red House On The Roaring River Winter 2010-11 kicked our butts. I know we weren’t alone, but up here in the Sierra Nevadas, we had match-point record snowfall. At 50-60 feet depending on where you were standing, it didn’t actually break all the records… but it was jawdropping all the same. And interminable. I mean, people tunneled down into their homes, okaayyy? I mention this because when you have record snowfall, it means record snowmelt too. This was the Yuba River near Big Bend on July 4th. Water level higher even than it was 2 weeks before… and so dangerous even the gnarliest kayakers were benched. This house had the best view… although I think if you lived there, you’d have gone deaf from the constant roar. Man, nature amazes me. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
InSeine Sunset My first time in France, first gaze upon the Seine river - and first full view of this gorgeous city so full of art, history and promise. It even had proper lighting, which I thought was very considerate. Just heavenly! So I made it look the way it felt. I couldn't believe this sunset. People said it was unusual, but it was my first time in Paris, so how would I know? The thought did cross my mind; "Gee, it's just like the Glenshire Pond!". Then realized I'd probably committed some kind of mental crime de comparison. The bridge is the Pont des Arts. It was a tit bit nippily in December when we were there. Snapping this shot in all my layers and full length down coat I could hardly imagine it - but during the summer it becomes a "studio en plein air" - a spot for painters, photographers, and other artists, and a picnic grounds for locals. Hey - let's go there then! Wanna? ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Yuba River, Sierra Nevadas Sometimes around here I'm struck with the whole pioneer thing. Donner Party, the native peoples, the incredible spirit of all the people who were - and are - determined to find a way to live here. Because we really do sit in the middle of a wilderness that is farrrrr older than we can imagine. It is stunningly beautiful... and utterly uncompromising. Oh sure, we build our houses, have our Starbucks, schuss down our ski hills and all that. But we can never forget that we're so here on a hall pass. It's revokable. And we have to respect the power of these mountains or risk... everything. Not that living color doesn't represent that... but sometimes I like looking at it in a warm monochrome. Because that's the simplest way to see the complex layers of history, power, of order and quiet... and the stunning beauty of this high elevation world that lets me Be. I keep my hall pass close to my heart at all times. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Yuba River Dreams This was from last July 4th... up in the Sierras, along I-80. Yuba River. The granite there is old, wise and ancient. I love hanging out there, 'cause sometimes I could swear I hear the faint tinkling of bells and whispers on the wind. Magic much? ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

One Last Wave Before I Rush Out

Yuba River, CA

©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
One Last Wave Before I Rush OutYuba River, CA ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

One Last Wave Before I Rush Out

Yuba River, CA

©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
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