MOUNTAINS

The Minions and the Master

Alabama Hills, Lone Pine, CA

Thief of My Heart

Convict Lake, CA

Rock Me Gently

Convict Lake, CA

Golden Hour for a Minute

Mono Lake, CA

Good Morning

Mono Lake, CA

Prickly Mood

Alabama Hills, Lone Pine, cA

Double or Nothing

North Lake, Eastern Sierras, CA

Final Witness

Is Grandeur still Grand if it has no witness? And if no one's there to vouch for it, how would you know for sure that the moment had, indeed, been "Grand? Luckily, that night there were at least two witnesses. And "Grandeur" most assuredly did happen.

Oh Captain, My Captain

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

Tunnel View Of My Dreams

Talk about an iconic view! It's almost intimidating to lay a lens on this one... but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. I always see Tunnel View two ways in my mind: one is that classic black and white a la Ansel Adams... the other is something like this. All warm, luscious colors and textures and that dreamy sense of a memory. And also that feeling of another time, another place. I almost expect to see dinosaurs! ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

It's All Right There In Front Of You

She gave me a long look, that while enigmatic, was also loving and kind. When she finally spoke, it was deliberately, quietly; but with a power that made the air hum, weaving itself into a moment of only us, apart from time. "It's all right there in front of you. Look. Where your eyes see form, structure, depth and balance... Your heart will understand truth, wisdom, discernment. Then listen carefully. For in that moment you will Know... and you will be free." She took a breath. The air waited expectantly. "As above, so below... as within, so without, top to bottom, side to side, corner to corner, all around. So be it. Now." She opened her eyes and smiled. Then slowly faded... and disappeared. It took me years to understand what she meant. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Mountain Blues

Eastern Sierras, CA

Snow Fields on High

Eastern Sierras, CA

Conjuring

Eastern Sierras, CA

The Ribbon of Owens

Owens River Valley, CA

Mountain Moods

Eastern Sierras, CA

Mountain Light

Bishop, CA

Cool Start

Bishop, CA

Smoky Blue

Smoky Mountain National Park, TN

Treeset

Lake Tahoe, CA

Mountain Lines

Eastern Sierras, CA

Overseer

Bishop, CA

Morning On The Ledge

Donner Summit, CA Like every morning, when the light was still soft and the colors just waking up, she looked out over the edge of her world. All was well, serene and still beautiful. Fujifilm X-T1 60mm Macro lens

Mists Of Silver Lake

Not so long ago, I stood here on the shore of Silver Lake in the eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains. Took a week, got away from the hum of computers, emails and the madding crowd. Went into nature. Got up at 5am and beat the sun to the day. More than once. Hoped for golds, pinks, purples and brilliance, but got mist. Magic, flirtatious mist though… so all was well. Had breakfast at the oldest trout fishing retreat in the Eastern Sierras. Last seats, end of the counter. People-watched. Followed whims. Captured starlight. Breathed. Came home. (Reluctantly) Remembered. Still do.

Summer Mountain

Climb Up Fall

Around here, climbers and skiers are the Heroes. Come Fall, they know they've only got a few good climbing days left for the year. I don't know if they know intrepid photographers look for frame-ups just like this, combining the two though! hehheh.

Lit Up

The Bishop's Ranch

Nevermind that his name was Bishop, he was a bishop and lived in a town called Bishop... the ranch itself was called Safe Haven and had been in the family for years.

Day In The Sun

Sunsets Do Smile Sometimes

...and on occasion, they'll do a little jig.

Remembering

She thought about all the time she spent trying to remember. Stuff to pick up, bring with, find, people's names. It took up a good chunk of the day. Then she remembered New Zealand. Which took no time at all. She wondered why that was...

Entrance to the Mountains

These magnificent sentries are like dare-you-to-pass guardians of ancient realms. I felt like I should have to decode an ancient rune or dodge poison darts whilst leaping from rock to rock over a wide mountain stream to gain entry. But that day but we were allowed to drive peacefully on through.