These are twenty of my personal favorites at this time, and in no particular order. It's always difficult to pick out my all-time favorite images. More often than not it's the emotion I feel for a certain area that is just as important as the image itself.
They could, and probably will change at any given day. Behind each image is a story. Some are quite different from one another, and require a different mindset and approach. Some were pure luck, (Field of Dreams) (Early Morning Bite) Others were just being prepared at the right place and the right time. ~Randy~
The Power Of Imagination Makes Us Infinite.
_John Muir
They could, and probably will change at any given day. Behind each image is a story. Some are quite different from one another, and require a different mindset and approach. Some were pure luck, (Field of Dreams) (Early Morning Bite) Others were just being prepared at the right place and the right time. ~Randy~
The Power Of Imagination Makes Us Infinite.
_John Muir
(Mt Rainier National Park)
My wife and I were hiking along the Pacific Crest Trail that overlooks Chinook Pass. Just after we started up the trail, she looked back and exclaimed that it looked as though hand gliders were soaring over the rocky spire in the distance. I used my longest zoom, and noticed the hand gliders were actually birds of prey circling back and forth looking for a meal. I'm sure the scene we witnessed hasn't changed over the last Millennia. As if on cue, the moon and the birds slowly disappeared.
My wife and I were hiking along the Pacific Crest Trail that overlooks Chinook Pass. Just after we started up the trail, she looked back and exclaimed that it looked as though hand gliders were soaring over the rocky spire in the distance. I used my longest zoom, and noticed the hand gliders were actually birds of prey circling back and forth looking for a meal. I'm sure the scene we witnessed hasn't changed over the last Millennia. As if on cue, the moon and the birds slowly disappeared.
(Mt Rainier National Park)
My wife and I were hiking along the Pacific Crest Trail that overlooks Chinook Pass. Just after we started up the trail, she looked back and exclaimed that it looked as though hand gliders were soaring over the rocky spire in the distance. I used my longest zoom, and noticed the hand gliders were actually birds of prey circling back and forth looking for a meal. I'm sure the scene we witnessed hasn't changed over the last Millennia. As if on cue, the moon and the birds slowly disappeared.
My wife and I were hiking along the Pacific Crest Trail that overlooks Chinook Pass. Just after we started up the trail, she looked back and exclaimed that it looked as though hand gliders were soaring over the rocky spire in the distance. I used my longest zoom, and noticed the hand gliders were actually birds of prey circling back and forth looking for a meal. I'm sure the scene we witnessed hasn't changed over the last Millennia. As if on cue, the moon and the birds slowly disappeared.