The shoreline of the lake is never the same... The wind- whipped water forms swirling pools, deposits layers of fluffy froth on the shoreline, and can’t help but reflect the light show of sunset in its mirrored surface, whether the clouds that have gathered participate or not. What was unforgettable about this moment, though, was sharing it with the love of my life, who witnessed the wonders of Mono Lake for the first time and bid adieu to the day in my arms... Photographed February 2021
I have always vowed to greet sunrise as often as I can, and on road trips this becomes a balancing act between photographing late into the night, greeting sunrise, and driving hundreds of miles afterward. On this last day of our father-son road trip, the already tenuous cloud cover began to stream away just as the first light of dawn touched the ancient walls of the canyon, setting the stage for a sunrise to be remembered... Photographed August 2021.
Light flees the Owens Valley well before sunset, as the Sierran crags capture its vermillion hues on their western flanks, leaving the valley in a dusky trance awaiting nightfall. The beginning of this daily ritual is marked by the crescent Sun crowning the highest peaks, and casting one last glance into the valley it leaves to the clouds above and rocks below. There are few trees in the Alabama Hills, but each looks forward to this moment when it erupts in backlit flame. Photographed November 2018.
