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  • Early morning light illuminates colorful maple and birch leafs in Maine's Acadia National Park.
    Morning Intimacy
  • A maple tree near Heart Lake in all its autumn glory. An Adirondack Mountain Club volunteer that I met while making this image told me that she knew someone that had been coming to the campground every autumn for 30 years, who used this tree as a gauge for autumn's progress. The gauge was reading "Peak" on this October morning!
    The Tree
  • One of the best things about owning a canoe? Still being able to explore the wilderness when you bust your ankle. A morning paddle took me out to a rocky little island in the middle of a calm pond, where I thankfully was able to hobble around enough to find this little clutch of grass and flowers nestled in the rocks, with my canoe beached in the distance. Adirondack Park, New York.
    Morningtide
  • "Bobby" rests on the banks of a peaceful pond at sunrise on a perfect summer morning. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    Keep Calm & Canoe On
  • Boulders poke above the snow along the outlet of Cavell Lake on a pristine winter morning in Jasper National Park, Alberta. Spending a few nights at the Edith Cavell Hostel and exploring the surrounding backcountry was one of the best winter adventures I've experienced thus far, and I can't wait to return and make a longer excursion to explore the mythical Tonquin Valley.
    Go Beyond
  • Moody morning skies bring out the aquamarine color of glacial Lake O'Hara. Look closely on the right and you'll see the cabins of Lake O'Hara lodge on the shore. Yoho National Park, British Columbia.
    Remnants
  • Birch trees catch the sunrise light on a calm and foggy autumn morning in the beautiful Vermont countryside.
    Be Still
  • Clouds shroud the pyramidal summit of Mt. Assiniboine on a beautiful summer morning. Mt. Assiniboine Provincial Park, British Columbia.
    Summit Kiss
  • Heading out for a sunrise paddle on a calm Adirondack pond is the perfect beginning to a summer day.
    Morning Calm
  • A lone maple that has somehow managed to take root in a narrow, rocky island   shows off its bright fall color as it watches the mountains peek above pre-sunrise fog on Indian Lake.
    Isolation
  • Frost coats the colorful meadow vegetation as Mount Robson, the highest peak in the Canadian Rockies, looms in the background.
    Last Gasp
  • My all-time favorite mountain vista; Mount Assiniboine and Sunburst Peaks towering over Cerulean Lake as seen from the trail up to Nub Peak. Mount Assiniboine Provincial Park, British Columbia.
    In Awe of Assiniboine
  • Peak autumn colors reflect in a perfectly calm pond in New Hampshire's White Mountains.
    Mirror, Mirror
  • A waterfall pours down the lush and rugged mountains into Western Brook Pond. Gros Morne National Park, Newfoundland.
    Hidden Falls
  • A pristine mountain brook cascades down the peridotite rock of the Tablelands. This rock originated from the Earth's mantle, and several hundred million years ago tectonic plate collisions drove it to the surface. The reddish-brown color stems from its high iron content. Gros Morne National Park, Newfoundland.
    Exposure
  • After a morning of dense fog and clouds, the sun broke out just in time to sit down and enjoy the view.
    Good Morning Life
  • A hiker pauses to take in the splendor of the Zion Narrows on a beautiful autumn morning. Zion National Park, Utah.
    Morning Stroll
  • Peak autumn foliage spreads out below the snow-capped summit of Algonquin Peak, as morning fog drifts off the surface of a lake on a cold October morning a half hour before sunrise. Adirondack High Peaks, New York.
    Ephemeral
  • Taking in the view of autumn colors spread out below the snow-capped summit of Algonquin Peak, as morning fog drifts off the surface of a lake on a cold October morning at sunrise. As hard as it can be to extract myself from the warm cocoon of my sleeping bag on cold mornings such as this one, viewing and photographing the sunrise always makes it more than worth it. Adirondack High Peaks, New York.
    Soak It In
  • Vibrant autumn colors spread out below the snow-capped summit of Algonquin Peak, as morning fog drifts off the surface of a lake on a cold October morning at sunrise. Adirondack High Peaks, New York.
    Kaleidoscope
  • Beauty surrounds us, if we just take the time to look for it (and appreciate it). I was reminded of this recently on an exceptionally chilly late-fall morning as I was rushing out the door to head to work. En route to my car I passed by a collection of freshly fallen leaves on the sidewalk that were ringed with morning frost. "Work can wait," I thought to myself, and ran back inside to grab my camera and snap the photo seen here. No matter where you live or how busy you are, try as best you can to take even just a single moment each day to seek out and appreciate the beauty that surrounds you.
    Beauty Surrounds Us
  • Peak autumn foliage spreads out below the snow-capped summit of Algonquin Peak, as morning fog drifts off the surface of a lake on a cold October morning a half hour before sunrise. Adirondack High Peaks, New York.
    Icing On The Cake
  • A rocky little island reflects in a still pond before sunrise on a late-summer morning. Adirondack Park, New York.
    First Blush
  • Lily pads and reeds rest on the surface of a calm pond on a misty summer morning. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    Reunited
  • Flaming berry bushes covered in the first frost of the season catch the morning light. Adirondack High Peaks, New York.
    Torched
  • A frog floats on the surface of Thirteenth Lake in the Adirondacks on a sunny summer morning.
    Whatcha Doin' In My Waters?
  • Delicate hoar frost coats the branches of a tree on a clear and chilly winter morning in the Adirondacks. Hoar frost forms when water vapor in the air comes into contact with a solid surface (like a tree branch) that is already below the freezing point.
    Winter Delicacy
  • Fog and foliage is one of the most mesmerizing combinations for photography. As the fog mingled with the precipitous mountains on this autumn morning, I was fortunate to have a flock of geese fly through the mist just as I pressed the shutter, adding a special sense of scale and drama to the already mystical scene.
    Fall or Nothing at All
  • A loon gracefully glides across a still Adirondack pond on a calm summer morning. I purposely underexposed this image to put the focus on the beautiful shape and feather patterns of the loon.
    Out From the Shadows
  • A sliver of morning light strikes the face of a mountain covered in beautiful fall foliage. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    Sunrise Spotlight
  • Fog rolls over the Adirondack Mountains at dawn on a chilly fall morning.
    Autumn Closing In
  • A loon takes a pause from its search for breakfast to stretch its wings. I loved how the early morning light made the space between the loon's wing feathers seem to glow. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    Inner Glow
  • Delicate morning fog glows with the soft light of sunrise over a mountainside bursting with every fall color imaginable. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    Radiance
  • A wall of fog on Indian Lake catches the morning sunlight as the tips of distant mountains peek above the fog.
    Take a Peep
  • Morning fog rises from a lake ringed with beautiful autumn foliage. Look ever so closely and you'll see a flock of geese through the fog on the surface of the lake. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    Call Through the Mist
  • Enjoying a view over the calm waters of an Adirondack lake on a sunny summer morning.
    No Days Wasted
  • Sunrise colors and morning mist reflect in the calm waters of one of the many pristine ponds found throughout the Adirondacks.
    Endless Possibilities
  • Breaking clouds and morning fog catch the golden light of sunrise at the height of autumn in the Adirondacks.
    Only For a Moment
  • Self-portrait from a craggy Adirondack summit while waiting for the light and warmth of morning to come.
    Waiting For The Eastern Glow
  • Fallen leaves blanket the trail as the remaining ones above seem to glow with diffuse morning light. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    Wander
  • Partly cloudy days, when the fall forest seems to glow from the sunlight filtering through the clouds, are perfect for a stroll in the woods. Can you spot the hiker out for a morning walk in this photo?
    I Spy
  • When their haunting call floats across the surface of a wild lake on a still summer morning, my awe and appreciation of the Adirondacks is never greater.
    Adirondack Icon
  • Beautiful autumn foliage blankets a mountainside in the Adirondack High Peaks as the morning fog breaks just enough to allow the rising sun to bathe the landscape in warm light.
    Patience
  • New York State is blessed with many beautiful views and landscapes, with perhaps none more whimsical and seemingly straight from a fairy tale than the waterfalls and gorges of Watkins Glen. Of the many falls and cascades that can be found within Watkins Glen State Park, Rainbow Falls is arguably the most iconic and beautiful, and without a doubt the most popular. I hiked to the falls in the dark and arrived at the crack of dawn, which not only allowed me to have the whole place to myself, but the faint morning light also facilitated the use of a long exposure to render the cascades and water pouring off the mossy ledges to be rendered silky smooth.
    Journey to Oz
  • A puff of morning fog rises from Heart Lake and catches the dawn light, as the surrounding mountains burst with autumn color. Adirondack High Peaks, New York.
    These Mountains are my Home
  • In bodies of water across the Adirondacks, predators and prey go to battle in the shadows each and every day. These interactions are often unseen, but when the dynamic between the hunter and the hunted reveals itself, it's equal parts captivating and grizzly. On a spring morning in the Adirondacks, we patiently watched a great blue heron stalk something. We figured it must be after fish, since that's the primary component of a heron's diet, but after it lunged into the brush we were shocked to see it come away with a mouse. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    The Hunted
  • Fog glides over the treetops on a cold October morning in the Adirondacks.
    Hover
  • Storm clouds catch the warm morning light and close in on Whiteface in the Adirondack Mountains.
    Anticipation
  • Two small islands appear through thick fog and reflect in a still lake on a late-fall morning. Even after the colorful leaves of autumn drop and fade, there's still much beauty to be seen and photographed in the wilderness. Adirondack Mountains, New York.
    An Autumn Haunting
  • For one reason or another, it’s just hard to crawl out of bed on some mornings. Or, in the case of the morning this photo was taken, a sleeping bag. It was a damp and chilly dawn on the Washington coast, and I was still feeling weak from a bad stomach bug I’d suffered through the previous week. The thought of rolling over and burrowing deeper into my sleeping bag seemed heavenly, but I knew that I hadn’t traveled here to sleep. I can’t recall when it first happened, but on mornings like this throughout my travels, where the pull of the warmth and comfort of my tent seemed to be stronger than my desire to get out for sunrise, I had begun to recite a mantra of sorts in my head: “if you don’t go, you won’t know.” Maybe the sunrise would be a dud, but if I didn’t get out there to see for myself, I would never know what possibilities I might miss out on. So on this morning, I extracted myself from my cocoon of warmth and comfort, slipped into wet boots and dirty clothes, and struck out for the beach. On summer weekends, Shi Shi Beach can often be lined with hundreds of tents, but on this soggy November morning, the only creatures I shared the beach with were seagulls looking for breakfast. As I wandered about in the dim light of dawn, I could see a faint glow building in the sky to the east, over the forested slopes of the OIympic Peninsula. As the glow intensified, I settled on a composition, and all of a sudden the sky erupted into possibly the most vivid and colorful sunrise that I’ve ever seen. After the show was over, I wandered up and down the beach, admiring the patterns in the sand, the piles of driftwood, and the ceaseless sound of waves heaving against the shore. Eventually I made my way back to my tent, where I joyfully slipped back into my sleeping bag, fully at peace with what I now knew, after I had gone.
    If You Don't Go, You Won't Know
  • Morning fog and beautiful fall foliage added an extra special touch to our morning spent watching elk roam the meadows of Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Do you notice the white mark on the face of this bull elk? That's a battle scar from fighting for its harem.
    Purely Carnal
  • Steam rises from the impossibly blue Rosette Spring, on a frosty October morning in the Shoshone Geyser Basin. Almost ten miles from the nearest road, the Shoshone Geyser Basin lacks the crowds and boardwalks of more popular and easily-accessible thermal areas in Yellowstone National Park, allowing visitors to fully appreciate the splendor of Yellowstone. At sunrise, when rising steam catches the morning light and the only sound is the gurgle of the geysers and hot springs, it's not hard to imagine yourself as the first person to ever lay eyes on the Shoshone Geyser Basin. Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming.
    Eye of the Earth
  • Two of my all-time favorite places for coastal exploration and photography are Washington's Olympic National Park and Maine's Schoodic Peninsula. The sea stacks that are characteristic of the Olympic Peninsula, and the beautiful cobble beaches that can be found along the Schoodic Peninsula in Acadia National Park, make both of these places among the most scenic coastal destinations that can be found in the USA. While wandering the  Schoodic Peninsula one morning, I discovered this sea stack rising up from a cobble beach that combined my favorite aspects of both peninsulas, as if this sea stack had traveled the 3,000+ miles from the Pacific Coast to join me in Maine on this special morning.
    Acadia Meets Olympic
  • Even before my first ever trip to Great Smoky Mountains National Park came to a close, it already had become one of my favorite places. While the mountains and wild rivers were especially beautiful, it was the wildlife viewing opportunities that took the experience to another level. Wild elk used to roam these lands years ago, but before being reintroduced to the park in 2001, eastern elk had been sadly wiped out long ago. Nowadays an early morning visit to Cataloochee Valley feels like stepping back to a time when these beautiful creatures roamed freely in the Appalachian Mountains, and on this misty morning we were delighted to find the herd roaming meadows ringed with beautiful fall foliage. The massive bull elk seen in this photo was the leader of the herd, and we gazed in awe and wonder as he wandered the meadows keeping watch over his harem.
    Return to Glory
  • Mountain ridges with fall colors rise above the valley fog at sunrise on a perfect fall morning. This was taken from the deck of a cabin we stayed at in Townsend, Tennessee, and right after taking this shot we hopped into the hot tub and watched as the fog enveloped the mountains. Not a bad way to spend a fine autumn morning!
    Soaking it All in
  • Just after sunrise on a late September morning, I awoke at my backcountry campsite to find a beautiful combination of soft light, fall foliage, and morning fog from a rocky lookout. I utilized a long exposure to reveal the motion of the clouds streaking through the sky and the fog ever so slightly rolling over the mountain ridges. Dolly Sods Wilderness, West Virginia.
    Mystery of Time
  • The blueberry bushes along the coast of the Schoodic Peninsula turn brilliant red in October, and on this morning the rising sun burst through the clouds just enough to set the bushes ablaze. Acadia National Park, Maine.
    Burning Bush
  • Dawn broke cold and clear on this beautiful winter morning on a sandy beach in Cape Cod.
    Deserted Dunes
  • A mountain goat strikes a pose high in the Olympic Mountains on a beautiful summer morning. Mountain goats shed their winter fur every summer, which explains this mountain goat's rather scraggly appearance. Olympic National Park, Washington.
    Keeper of the Mountains
  • As a teenager obsessed with running track and cross country, Steve Prefontaine was my idol. Hailing from the sleepy lumber town of Coos Bay, Oregon, “Pre” turned the running world on its head with his bravado and quotes like ” to give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift” until he met his untimely end in 1975 at the age of 24. While it’s been years since I ran my last race, my admiration for Pre lives on. It thus seems fitting that during my post-grad school road trip I was lifted out of the deepest loneliness of my journey while in Coos Bay. <br />
Far from home and feeling lonelier than I ever thought possible, I aimlessly drove the backroads of Central Oregon until I found myself at the coast. After spending a restless night at a deserted campground in Newport, I awoke the next morning to find myself covered in poison oak. Barely able to open my eyes, I headed to the nearest urgent care, which happened to be just up the road in Coos Bay. After getting some meds and pondering my next move, not wanting to return to the suffocating loneliness that was waiting for me back at my campsite, I happened to see a flyer advertising the Prefontaine Memorial Gallery, an exhibit devoted to Steve Prefontaine. I immediately drove over and headed up to the gallery, and was in awe at what I found. The room was filled with countless trophies and medals that Pre had won, and even had some spikes that he had raced in. I spent most of the afternoon poring over each medal, marveling at how this man had made the most of his all too brief life.  By the time I was done in the gallery, I had a renewed vigor and zest for life, and drove back to my campsite eager to explore the very dunes that Pre himself used to train on. Because to give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift, and this trip, I realized, was a gift that I just couldn’t sacrifice.
    The Gift
  • A fresh dusting of snow graces the jagged spires of the Rockwall, which rises over 3,000 feet above Floe Lake.  The larch trees seen here at Numa Pass and the valley below turn a beautiful golden color in September, and were the perfect complement to the dark mountains and skies on this moody morning. Kootenay National Park, British Columbia, Canada.
    North of the Wall
  • Surf pours down a hole in the shelf of volcanic rock at Cape Perpetua known as “Thor’s Well” while in the background the next wave rolls in. Getting to this vantage point requires good timing and steady nerves, as approaching the Well at higher tides is more or less a suicide mission, and even at lower tides rogue waves can pose a real danger. On the last morning that I camped in the area, the low tide coincided with sunrise, and I lucked out with some beautiful light. Watching the waves crash and then spill down while standing only a few feet away was an exhilarating and memorable experience.
    Go Ask Alice
  • Green forest rings a picturesque lake on a beautiful summer morning in Vermont.
    Give Us The Greens of Summer
  • Mt. Edith Cavell towers over a snow-covered meadow on a pristine winter morning. Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada.
    Solitaire
  • Morning light illuminates the plume of smoke rising from a wildfire in Great Basin National Park, as Wheeler Peak silently watches in the background. Sacramento Pass Recreation Area, Nevada.
    Silence & Suffering
  • A collection of colorful pebbles, rounded over time by the action of waves, that I found one morning while exploring the coast near my backcountry campsite. Olympic National Park, Washington.
    Pebble Treasure
  • Beautiful fall foliage served as the perfect backdrop to a bull elk and doe  on this misty morning in Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
    Fall Fling
  • The jagged spires of the Minarets  rise above the aquamarine waters of Iceberg Lake on a beautiful summer morning deep in California's Ansel Adams Wilderness.
    Transparency
  • Beautiful fall colors reflect in a still pond on a misty October morning. Acadia National Park, Maine.
    Autumn's Gift
  • The Minarets reflect in Iceberg Lake shortly after sunrise, on a calm morning deep in California's Ansel Adams Wilderness.
    Psychoanalysis
  • Chimney Pond, at the base of Maine's Mt. Katahdin, is lined with fragile alpine grasses that turn a beautiful shade of gold in fall. On this September morning, the grasses and I were treated to a colorful sunrise over Maine's highest peak, and the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail. Baxter State Park, Maine.
    King of the East
  • The Houndstooth rises from the Bugaboo Glacier, as both soak up the first light on a chilly October morning. Bugaboo Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada.
    Snaggletooth
  • Nature can often be a source of quietude and peaceful serenity, but sometimes its raw and savage power is vividly on display. On days such as this one at Nevada’s Great Basin National Park, she displays both personalities. After spending the morning lounging in my hammock, adjusting to the 10,000 foot altitude and relaxing after the previous day’s 15 hour drive from Badlands National Park, I shouldered my pack to hike up towards some high alpine lakes for sunset. As I was about to leave my campsite, a ranger came up to tell me that they were evacuating the campground, due to a wildfire in the area. I thought he was joking at first, since it was a pristine summer day. He was serious, though, and just like that, my plans changed. I tore down my tent and began the winding drive down the shoulder of Wheeler Peak, thinking about where I would sleep that night and where my next destination would be. Distracted by these thoughts, I had almost forgotten the reason I had to leave the campground. That is, until the road broke free from the forest and I saw a scene unfold before me unlike anything I had ever witnessed. Gigantic clouds of smoke rose from the forested mountainside, glowing orange from the flames below and the sun above. The otherwise cloudless blue sky was barely visible. The power and indifference of the fire was overwhelming, and although I knew I needed to get the hell out of there, I just couldn’t look away. I eventually ran back to my car, and began the white-knuckle drive down the mountain, keeping one eye on the fire and one on the twisting road.  After such an exhilarating experience, the answer to the question “where to next?” was now abundantly clear – nowhere but here. This photo is my favorite from the three days I spent photographing the fire, and was captured at twilight on the first night of the fire when billowing clouds of smoke invaded the night sky and the moon hung over Wheeler Peak and silently watched the mountainsides burn.
    Luna & Lucifer
  • On any visit, it doesn’t take long to realize that Yellowstone National Park is a special place. With a concentration of wildlife and geothermal activity unseen anywhere else in the world, once-in-a-lifetime experiences occur daily when visiting the park. But with increased visitation, cell phone hot spots, and selfie stick-toting tourists cramming the boardwalks at places such as Old Faithful and Morning Glory Pool, it can be difficult to experience the “real” Yellowstone. Fortunately, the raw, remote, and sometimes savage beauty of Yellowstone is still there for those willing to put in the work required to see it. My friend and I found the real Yellowstone while on a 50 mile backpacking trip in October. We clambered over snowy mountain passes, hiked through rain, sleet, snow, mud, and brilliant sunshine, saw wolf and grizzly tracks, and soaked au naturel in hot springs almost 20 miles from the nearest road. Perhaps the most memorable moment of the trip, though, was watching and photographing the final sunrise of our journey from the shores of Shoshone Lake (the largest backcountry lake in the lower 48 states that can’t be reached by a road), deserted save for the two lakeside geysers that are steaming and sputtering in this photograph. Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming.
    Life on Mars
  • Warm morning light filters through the autumn forest and reflects on a cascading creek in Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
    Light Tunnel
  • On my final morning of camping at Floe Lake, calm winds and a spectacular sunrise finally coincided, allowing for the peaks of the Rockwall and golden larch trees to be perfectly reflected in Floe Lake. Look closely and you'll see the crescent moon poking through the clouds. Kootenay National Park, British Columbia, Canada.
    Glorious Dawn
  • Steam mingles with a geyser cone in Shoshone Geyser Basin on a chilly October morning, during an unforgettable 50 mile backpacking trip in Yellowstone National Park.
    Out of the Blue
  • Mt. Edith Cavell towers over a snow-covered meadow on a pristine winter morning. Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada.
    Living My Dreams
  • While driving back to the Sage Creek campground after photographing the sunset, I saw an elephant on the side of the road in the darkening twilight. Although I was pretty sure that there weren’t any wild elephants roaming the plains of South Dakota, the animal that I saw was so massive that “elephant” was the first explanation that popped into my head. I didn’t have time to contemplate any further, as up ahead more imposing figures began to take shape through the dusty night air. As I crept closer, I realized that these of course were not elephants, but rather a herd of approximately 100 buffalo. I parked in the middle of the road, turned off my car, stepped out, and listened to the buffalo run and play in the darkness. I couldn’t help but think that in days past, this unique and awe-inspiring experience that I was having would have been commonplace (if you were to trade my Civic for a horse), as the Plains were once filled with millions of buffalo. I eventually made it back to my campsite, and returned to the area the following morning, hoping to be lucky enough to photograph a similar experience. Fortunately, part of the herd from the previous night was still in the area. I was able to watch the sun rise with the buffalo, and captured this magical moment in the photograph you see here. Badlands National Park, South Dakota.
    Window to the Past
  • One of the most exhilarating experiences I’ve ever had in the wilderness happened at the start of a backpacking trip in Utah’s Coyote Gulch. With an ominous thunderstorm rapidly approaching, my friend and I sought shelter in an alcove (center-left in this photo), which ended up being quite possibly the most amazing and unique campsite of our lives. From our sandstone haven, we watched lightning electrify the sky and canyon, and listened to thunder boom and reverberate off the canyon walls. We stood in awe as waterfalls began to pour down over the canyon rim, and felt a deep spiritual connection to our caveman predecessors. I took this photo the following morning, with the creek swollen with rainwater and runoff, and remnant storm clouds above the canyon walls catching the beautiful sunrise glow. Coyote Gulch, Glen Canyon National Recreation Area, Utah.
    After the Storm
  • Calm, foggy mornings are the perfect time to be out in a canoe, and sometimes the water is so still it feels like you're floating in a giant mirror. Adirondack Park, New York.
    Morning Mirror
  • The hardy, gnarled, and beautiful bristlecone pines found in the White Mountains of California are the oldest known living non-clonal trees in the world, with the oldest identified one being over 5,000 years old. Over the course of a week of exploring the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest, I found myself returning time and again to this one particular tree. I was fascinated by  its twisting, barkless limbs, and the fact that only a small portion of the tree was still technically alive. You don't live for thousands of years without being a master of survival, and one of the ways in which these trees are able to live so long is their sectored architecture. Each root section feeds only the part of the tree directly above it, and as one root dies off due to exposure through soil erosion, only the sector of tree above that root dies. In the tree shown in this photograph, the right side has succumbed to exposure and erosion, while the upper left reaches are still clinging to life. On one of the last mornings of my visit, I was  able to capture this tree under a sky filled with surreal clouds shortly after sunrise, which felt like the perfect complement to the otherworldly shape and longevity of the ancient bristlecones.
    Father Time
  • Submerged rocks just below the surface of Georgian Bay stretch out towards the horizon before sunrise. Bruce Peninsula National Park, Ontario.
    Morning Clarity
  • Portland Head Light takes in another beautiful sunrise along the rugged coast of Maine.
    Morning Glory