stepping back into Death Valley
How the sands of time move effortlessly in the hourglass, sliding from one end of the spectrum to the other.......
How the sands of time move effortlessly in the hourglass, sliding from one end of the spectrum to the other.......
The name is so ominous, Death Valley National Park, that I believe most people are turned off just by hearing...
2018 is my year of intimacy and dreams. Life has taken on new meaning lately, with a rejuvenated purpose for...
Six hours straight north from San Francisco lies the otherworldly land of the California Redwoods. The tiny town of Klamath...
It's still dark, sunrise won't be here for at least another half an hour. I can only feel the mighty...
Where the Pacific ocean meets the start of the Redwood forest is a sliver of land where the mighty elk...
Upon leaving Fern Canyon, the inexplicable pull to stay in the Redwoods takes the lone hiker to the Friendship trail....
The smoke was so thick that the temperature was easily ten degrees higher than normal. The wildfires that were burning...
Far beyond the cities and towns you know lies the enchanted redwood forests of NorCal. A tiny place named Klamath,...
He opens the cabin door and is assaulted by the scent of fresh pines. Not a cloud in the sky...
The Redwood forest is covered in gray ash from the nearby fires, a coffin that is closing down on the...
Griffith Park is jam-packed with cars as I enter. I try to follow the road up to the Observatory, but...