Ladyboot Arch
Ladyboot Arch, photo by Harold Davis. View this image larger. This is an image of Ladyboot Arch, named for perhaps obvious reasons, shot in the Alabama Hills on the last…
Ladyboot Arch, photo by Harold Davis. View this image larger. This is an image of Ladyboot Arch, named for perhaps obvious reasons, shot in the Alabama Hills on the last…
Arc of the Blue Sky, photo by Harold Davis. View this image larger. On the day before the Star Circle Academy workshop began I shot with some friends and early…
On a balmy autumn night in early November I treated myself to a good dinner at the Yosemite Lodge restaurant. Then I headed out into the Yosemite Valley night with…
About fifty miles down the desolate Saline Valley road, one valley to the west of Death Valley, as the sun set, I stopped to camp for the night. I set…
View this image larger. This is a two minute exposure by bright moonlight diffused through a layer of clouds taken at Pfeiffer Beach in Big Sur, California. For this image…
Gradually I became aware of light, so much light that it woke me because I thought it was dawn. Actually, the crescent moon was rising above the trees. I knew…
This is my favorite tree in the Patriarch Grove of Bristlecone Pines. Even when we pretend neutrality (as with our kids) the truth is that we likely have our favorites.…
The Bristlecone Pines were in their youth when Odysseus plowed the Aegean in search of a way home to his Ithaca. These trees were already ancient when Julius Caesar crossed…
I spent last week leading a night photography workshop high in the White Mountains on the California-Nevada border. This eastern California desert mountain range is home to the ancient Bristlecone…
My image of Death Valley Star Trails has been shortlisted by the Royal Observatory in Greenwich, England for their 2011 Astronomy Photographer of the Year competition. Wish me luck! Here's…
At about 10,000 feet elevation the mosquitos were ferocious. They swarmed in great clouds, buzzing their way through any minute gaps in my defences. Even lotion purportedly made of 100%…
Leaving Berkeley in mid-afternoon, I grabbed a quick bite in Mariposa and made it up to Glacier Point just after sunset. There was still some light to see what I…
Relative to the earth, the stars wheel in the heavens every night, though we don't see them that way. If we live in a city we hardly see the stars…
Creeping on a dark night towards a thousand foot drop-off, in a place one has never been, with no clear path or trail, while lugging heavy gear is surprisingly (or…
Dipping below the plateau of the Colorado on a moonless night heading for Marble Canyon, I felt adrift driving the van. With apparent nothingness outside, I was alone in time…
On my homeward leg on my recent southwest trip, I swung down to New River, Arizona to visit Phyllis's mom Barbara. It was still dark of the moon, so I…
From Death Valley I drove across the suprisingly wild and beautiful uplands of Lake Mead National Recreation Area, and photographed Hoover Dam (more on these locations in a later story).…
Death Valley is one of the grandest and most expansive landscapes on the North American continent. Therefore, camping at Furnace Creek is something of a paradox because conditions are cramped…