A while back I shared some photographs from an early July visit to the Sierra Nevada in the area betweenTuolumne Meadows and Mono Lake. I have a few more photographs from that adventure, and the first one below is one of them.
The rest come from a backpack trip a week ago.
Years ago I used to regularly travel the backcountry with a group of fellow backpackers. (This is not the photographer group that I’ve mentioned here previously.) One of them put together a four-day trip into an area just east of the Sierra Crest, so I joined them and went into the backcountry again. I’ve included a few photographs from that trip here, too.
(Traveling in the backcountry with non-photographers is always an interesting experience — for them and for me. My schedule is ou and out of the tent a bit after 5:00AM, then photographing for the next two to three hours. By the time I get back to camp they are crawling out of tents and fixing coffee. My evening ritual is similarly odd. I fix dinner around 4:30 or 5:00 and then wander off again, continuing to photograph until the light is gone. They must think I’m a ghost.)
One more from Yosemite — and a few from a backpack trip.
A while back I shared some photographs from an early July visit to the Sierra Nevada in the area betweenTuolumne Meadows and Mono Lake. I have a few more photographs from that adventure, and the first one below is one of them.
The rest come from a backpack trip a week ago.
Years ago I used to regularly travel the backcountry with a group of fellow backpackers. (This is not the photographer group that I’ve mentioned here previously.) One of them put together a four-day trip into an area just east of the Sierra Crest, so I joined them and went into the backcountry again. I’ve included a few photographs from that trip here, too.
(Traveling in the backcountry with non-photographers is always an interesting experience — for them and for me. My schedule is ou and out of the tent a bit after 5:00AM, then photographing for the next two to three hours. By the time I get back to camp they are crawling out of tents and fixing coffee. My evening ritual is similarly odd. I fix dinner around 4:30 or 5:00 and then wander off again, continuing to photograph until the light is gone. They must think I’m a ghost.)
