My eyes were focused on the ups and downs and ins and outs of the landscape displaying incredible options for photographs (my best friend, Angela, was driving, so I could – if necessary – vault out of the car at a moment’s notice if I spied a great potential shot), we came around a corner and I felt a cool breeze dance through the open window and tease through the hair on the back of my neck ….

Yes, the goal of the trip was to connect, through a camera lens, to the magnificence of this ancient treasure; but, after the grueling journey to reach this destination, it became far more about reconnecting with the heart of the Redwoods themselves; their souls (old, old souls). 

When the snow hits my mountains (and my city streets), all I can think of is heading for the desert – mostly the red-rock Utah desert. I dream about it day and night: meandering through the cool (yep, it’s winter) sweet sage, the jagged prickly cactus, the empty dry washes …

Journey along on a photograph adventure…