Photo of the Week

Boulders poke above the snow along the outlet of Cavell Lake on a pristine winter morning in Jasper National Park, Alberta. Spending a few nights at the Edith Cavell Hostel and exploring the surrounding backcountry was one of the best winter adventures I’ve experienced thus far, and I can’t wait to return and make a longer excursion to explore the mythical Tonquin Valley. Prints Available.

Photo of the Week

While hardwoods such as maple, birch and aspen steal the show in autumn, as the temperature drops and snow begins to fall, it becomes time for the evergreens to shine. Stately evergreens caked with freshly fallen snow is one of my personal favorite subjects to photograph, and I was able to capture the one seen in the photo here under a colorful sunrise sky. Adirondack Mountains, New York. Contact for prints.

Photo of the Week

It’s about the journey, not the destination. This well-worn saying can be applied to almost any context, but may hold most true when used in regards to climbing mountains. The sense of achievement, awe, and wonder gained from moving your being to a mountain summit rivals any other human activity or pursuit in terms of sheer intensity and emotion. Yet mountains are about so much more than just reaching the summit. The route to and from the apex of these wilderness temples is filled with challenges that crescendo with elevation gained, and beautiful nooks and crannies of the forest that the hurried hiker can easily blow right past. I was reminded of all of this on a winter trek into the High Peaks, when I took a break while clambering along Phelps Brook. I had been in a hurry to put in miles up to this point, but as I took a breather I discovered that in my haste to reach loftier destinations, I had nearly blown right by what would end up being the most beautiful thing I saw all day. Fresh snow and ice ringed the cascading brook that I had been absentmindedly hiking next to, and a stillness that can only be found in the winter forest permeated the air. I sat and watched and listened to the water flow and the ice crack for a long while, until the chill and mist rising from the brook made me get moving again. I hiked the rest of the day with new eyes and a new mindset, and reveled in each step of the journey. Adirondack High Peaks, New York. Contact for prints.

Fine Art Prints

To truly appreciate the colors and details of a stunning photograph, nothing compares to a fine art print. Prints not only provide a means to display a photograph at a much larger scale, they also allow for the photograph to be printed in an expanded color space beyond the sRGB of the Web. The result is a piece of art that fully captures the details, colors, and beauty of the scene as I experienced it.  

All prints are digitally-signed, and include the year in which they were printed. While prints are typically signed in the bottom-right corner, occasionally the bottom-left will be signed if it fits the composition better. I also include a handwritten note with each print about the moment captured in the photograph, what it means to me, and what I hope it will mean to you. 

Photo of the Week

A long exposure revealed the subtle motion of fallen leaves swirling in eddies in Roaring Fork. An old water-powered gristmill, which was built in the early 1900s and was used to grind grain into flour, is scenically perched above the creek. This photo came at quite the cost. After briefly turning my back to grab my pack, I heard a loud kerplunk and turned around to see a horrifying sight. The legs of my upside down tripod (with the camera still attached) were sticking out of the creek. I dove in to retrieve my precious possessions, and although my trusty old wide-angle lens survived, my new camera was finished. I learned two important lessons that day. First, never turn your back on your camera when it’s balanced in a precarious position. More importantly, getting insurance for your gear is always worth it. Too bad I didn’t learn that lesson before this incident…Prints Available.