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  • A moody winter sunset from the icy banks of the Ausable River. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    Dramatic Flare
  • It’s about the journey, not the destination. This well-worn saying can be applied to almost any context, but may hold most true when used in regards to climbing mountains. The sense of achievement, awe, and wonder gained from moving your being to a mountain summit rivals any other human activity or pursuit in terms of sheer intensity and emotion. Yet mountains are about so much more than just reaching the summit. The route to and from the apex of these wilderness temples is filled with challenges that crescendo with elevation gained, and beautiful nooks and crannies of the forest that the hurried hiker can easily blow right past. I was reminded of all of this on a winter trek into the High Peaks, when I took a break while clambering along Phelps Brook. I had been in a hurry to put in miles up to this point, but as I took a breather I discovered that in my haste to reach loftier destinations, I had nearly blown right by what would end up being the most beautiful thing I saw all day. Fresh snow and ice ringed the cascading brook that I had been absentmindedly hiking next to, and a stillness that can only be found in the winter forest permeated the air. I sat and watched and listened to the water flow and the ice crack for a long while, until the chill and mist rising from the brook made me get moving again. I hiked the rest of the day with new eyes and a new mindset, and reveled in each step of the journey. Adirondack High Peaks, New York
    The Journey
  • Otherworldly ice formations adorn the boulders surrounding a waterfall on the Ausable River. Adirondacks, New York.
    Haunting Beauty
  • A waterfall spills into the frozen chasm of High Falls Gorge in winter. Adirondack Park, New York.
    Takeover
  • Frozen spray from the Ausable River  adorns the boulders surrounding a waterfall. Adirondacks, New York.
    Glazed
  • Ice begins to form around a waterfall in the Adirondacks under a beautiful sunset sky.
    Final Flow
  • Snow and ice cover the steep granite walls of High Falls Gorge. Adirondack Park, New York.
    Falling For You
  • The Cloudsplitter Gondola pokes above snowy evergreens on a clear and cloudless day. Adirondack High Peaks, New York.
    Cloudsplitter
  • Otherworldly ice formations adorn the boulders surrounding a waterfall on the Ausable River. Adirondacks, New York.
    The Art of Ice
  • Ice coats rounded granite boulders along the rugged coast of Maine on a frigid evening in February. The night before was the coldest weather my Dad and I have ever camped in, with temperatures dipping close to -20 degrees Fahrenheit! Braving the winter weather has several advantages, though, including practically zero crowds and interesting photo-ops. Acadia National Park, Maine.
    Shiver
  • During stretches of sub-freezing winter weather, the shoreline of Lake Ontario transforms into a fantasyland of ice sheets and towers. As sunset approached one evening while I was exploring the shore, a large sheet of “pancake” ice among the smaller pieces caught my eye. As the large pancake bobbed in the icy water, it got snagged on a submerged boulder, causing the center of the ice sheet to pop out. The pancake was tuned into a glazed donut just as the pastel pinks and blues of sunset began to creep into the sky, and made a perfect foreground for this icy winter shot.
    Glazed Donut
  • Sure, winter can have its downsides, like shoveling the driveway and excavating your car from its icy tomb before work, but is there anything more magical than hiking through the forest on a bluebird day after a snow storm? Adirondack Mountains, NY.
    Magic's in the Air
  • After a foggy and bumpy five hour car ride, followed by a white-knuckle zodiac boat ride, I was beginning to wonder whether coming to Quirpon Island on a family trip had been a horrible decision. My fears were assuaged, however, as soon we made our final approach to the island and I looked up to behold something that I had been waiting years to see. A massive iceberg appeared out of the mist, and in an instant I knew that this would undoubtedly be one of the best trips of our lives. I stood slack-jawed, completely in awe at this incredible sight, and as soon as we landed I ran down to the rocky shore to get a closer look. I was so caught up in taking photos that I missed the ride up to our accommodations at the Quirpon Lighthouse Inn, and the initial excitement that I felt that foggy afternoon never dissipated as I spent the following three days giddily photographing these icy, ancient beauties. Quirpon Island, Newfoundland.
    Welcome to the Show
  • An iceberg emerges through mysterious fog as waves crash on the rugged coast of Quirpon Island, Newfoundland. The icebergs that can be found floating the icy waters  around Newfoundland are 10,000 - 20,000 years old, and have spent 4-6 years drifting down after calving off the glaciers of Greenland.
    Out of the Mist
  • A boulder protrudes from the icy shore of the Athabasca River as winter slowly cedes to spring. Jasper National park, Alberta.
    Uprising
  • Light from the setting sun adds some warmth to the icy landscape in British Columbia's Bugaboo Provincial Park. The crevasse-riddled Bugaboo Glacier divides Anniversary Peak on the left, and the sheer face of the Houndstooth on the right.
    Peek-a-Boo
  • A beautiful winter sunrise from the icy banks of the Athabasca River. Jasper National Park, Alberta.
    Innocent Beginnings
  • Clouds drift over the snowy Canadian Rockies as seen from the icy shores of the Athabasca River. Jasper National Park, Alberta.
    Fissure
  • An iceberg floats through the icy water near Quirpon Island, Newfoundland, like a clipper ship made of 10,000 year old ice sailing off to the unknown.
    Clipper
  • This photo of Mt. Edith Cavell and its icy-blue Angel Glacier at sunset is one of my favorite photographs that I’ve ever taken, and captures one of the most beautiful moments that I’ve ever experienced. On the final evening of a winter trip to the Mt. Edith Cavell hut, I left my two friends in the toasty hut to try to finally catch a glimpse of the elusive mountain that the First Nations people referred to as “the White Ghost”, which had remained hidden behind the clouds for the past three days. As I snowshoed towards the mountain and the sun got lower in the sky, the clouds began to peel away from the summit, finally revealing the mountain in all of her glory. Ecstatic, I hoofed it through waist-deep snow to a high plateau where I was face to face with the mountain, with not another soul in sight. The entire world seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation of the sunset. There was no wind, no noise, and no movement. I stared in awe and wonder at the mountain which seemed close enough to touch, and as the setting sun lit up the clouds above the White Ghost, I thankfully remembered to press the shutter button and captured this unforgettable moment in the photograph that you see here. Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada.
    The White Ghost