The Storm
After the first warning drops the clouds poured several times over the next two hours. The broken strands of one of the storms stream from Little Scraggy Peak as I start the final descent to the Colorado Trail.
After the first warning drops the clouds poured several times over the next two hours. The broken strands of one of the storms stream from Little Scraggy Peak as I start the final descent to the Colorado Trail.
As I set out on a ride, rain begins to fall on my bike. Soon rain turns to hail, lightning and thunder, and everything is covered in mud.
The white of the hoarfrost on these trees provides a strong contrast to the deep blue of the sky.
I stopped shortly after midnight to catch the moon rising over the high plains. After hours of driving in blackness the lesser of the sky’s lights was brilliantly bright.
In the mountains fog is often just clouds blowing through the forest. A photo can capture the shrouded trees, but not the way the mist swirls through them.
An abandoned mine building above Leadville, CO. There are lots of old mine towns, but Leadville is special in how closely everything is grown together. Turn east on 7th street. Drive for 10 minutes. Congratulations, all the mines you could ever ask for.
So very, very gold. I know I’m posting a picture of a gold crystal and saying how pictures don’t convey how gold gold is, but some of it comes through by the glow that overpowers the camera lens.
This view north is from my first climb in the Sawatch range, Huron Peak. With a fresh coat of snow it was a bad mistake continuing after forgetting sunscreen.
The drama of fall colors can be appreciated even on a very small scale. The back lighting from the sun brings out the saturated colors without any need for editing.
Thanksgiving night, ghostly pylons float over Denver. Effect achieved with a fast picture from a moving car.