When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees.
ummers in the Pacific Northwest are full of indelible moments and experiences: warm gusts of air rushing through the Douglas fir and cedar treelined trails, sun dappled lakes with tepid water, mouthwatering smells of mesquite wood burning and outdoor grills, and of course what all us Northwesterners desperately crave after the cold months: glorious sunshine!
The Ptarmigan Trail has been on my bucket list for a long time and with good reason: it’s an absolute gem of a hike with big incredible views of towering Mount Shuksan at the start and the majestic Mount Baker towards the end. Summer was slowly slipping away so I kept a keen eye on the weather and thankfully found a break in late September.
If you want beautiful desert hiking with sheer isolation, it doesn’t get a whole lot better than the Coachella Valley just outside of Palm Springs.
Some past memories of Hawaii feel like a distant dream: fuzzy and fading with obscured details, colors and images (like the 35mm film I shot with my Pentax camera).
when stuck in the doldrums of a Seattle winter and in dire need of a respite and some sunshine (Seattle winters can get rather doomy and gloomy) i hopped a quick two hour flight down to my friend Greg’s casa in Palm Springs. it had been years since going down there so was definitely overdue.