We took a little ride up Mount Washington today, and did some hiking there and also in an area with little waterfalls and placid pools called Diana’s Baths (all part of the White Mountains National Forest).
This area is absolutely breathtaking in Autumn.
The one photo below of the walking path shrouded in fog is from the top of Mt. Washington. It was 30 degrees with high winds and zero visibility up there this morning.
In New Hampshire now, near Intervale. We spent most of the afternoon driving to get here, then walked around the Main Street of a little New Hampshire tourist town called North Conway. It’s beautiful here with the leaves turning. Dinner soon!
I just returned from Portland on Tuesday, a weekend trip filled with family, mostly, and not an insignificant amount of wine.
I took a few photos while I was there of the beautiful country—and the wineries, of course.
It was relaxing and fun. I got to read a book and a half, and see cousins and aunts and uncles I haven’t seen for years, and unplug for a little while.
These grasses abound. The nectar of the gods fills those golden barrels to the brim.
King's voice, moved in moments of passion, is a constant reminder to remain vigilant. My photos from the Martin Luther King Historic Site in Atlanta + speeches.
A photo essay of our weekend trip to Denver, CO. Mountainscapes, graffiti art, the Botanic Gardens, and the Carousel of Happiness.
ASHEVILLE, N.C. — July 3rd. Our slow-rolling arrival in Asheville is heralded by curvy two-lane highways through forested foothills. In the gullets of mountain tunnels we breathe incandescent yellow darkness; in the sunlight, fresh mountain air.