Flower bomb

Posted Jul 28, 2019

In full bloom at the Woodland Park Rose Garden
July 28, 2019

Rainy day at Mount Rainier

Posted Jul 28, 2019

A friendly marmot
July 27, 2019

Wildflowers in the rain

Posted Jul 27, 2019

Moraine Lake

Posted Jul 20, 2019

Early morning at Moraine Lake, Alberta, Canada
June 15, 2019


Posted Apr 14, 2019

I’m halfway through my two-week trip to Israel and Jor­dan. This is my sec­ond time to Israel and it’ll be my first time to Jor­dan. As before, I’ve been based in Tel Aviv, tak­ing day trips to Jerusalem, Masa­da and the Dead Sea. The food, archi­tec­ture and his­to­ry here are all incred­i­ble. So many cul­tures have come togeth­er here and blend­ed into some­thing both new and ancient.

This after­noon I’ll be hop­ping onto a 40 minute flight and then tak­ing a ride through the desert to our next des­ti­na­tion, Petra. I can’t wait — this is the thing I’ve been look­ing for­ward to most on this trip. 

Road to nowhere

Posted Feb 23, 2019

Scan from negative
Summer 2001

Around the year 2001, I drove down on a whim from Seat­tle to cen­tral Ore­gon — an area that would lat­er become known for cults and mili­ti­a­men, but at the time was most­ly just a blank space on the map to me. I want­ed to explore, take a few pho­tos, and find a place I remem­bered my grand­fa­ther once talk­ing about, called Steens Moun­tain.

At the end of the sec­ond day, bar­rel­ing down the back­side of that moun­tain toward my motel room and a show­er and a bed, a side road flashed into my periph­er­al vision and then was gone. Some­thing about it grabbed me; I slammed on my brakes and went back to snap this picture.

This remains a favorite pho­to and a favorite mem­o­ry — one of those times I ven­tured out on my own to nowhere in par­tic­u­lar, just to see what I could see.

Joshua Tree

Posted Feb 17, 2019

Joshua tree on the Barker Dam Trail, Joshua Tree National Park
Feb. 16, 2019

Joshua Tree National Park

Posted Feb 17, 2019

Joshua Tree has been on my to-vis­it list for years, and despite the crowds, it did not disappoint.

I arrived ear­ly, I thought, on a Sat­ur­day morn­ing in Feb­ru­ary. But when I pulled over the con­sult my map, I saw a near-con­stant parade of cars and trucks stream­ing in right behind me. So much for that.

Still, like most of the nation­al parks I’ve been to, there’s some­thing elec­tric in the air, crowds or no. It makes me think about what the earth must have looked and felt like just a few thou­sand years and sev­er­al bil­lion peo­ple ago.

The trees at Joshua Tree are cool, of course, but the rock for­ma­tions cre­at­ed a sense of place that I’ll nev­er for­get. I want­ed to see more and soak the place up, but by mid­day the park­ing lots were annoy­ing­ly full of mini­vans, and I end­ed up head­ing back to Palm Springs for nachos and a mar­gari­ta instead.

On my way back, the line of cars wait­ing to get in stretched on for more than a mis­er­able mile. 

I can’t wait to return some­day and explore Joshua Tree prop­er­ly — maybe on a Tues­day, or a Wednesday.