One of my favorite places in the Tahoe area is Kiva Beach. It’s a long strip of sandy beach front that you can bring your dog to. It has amazing views of Lake Tahoe and Mt Tallac. On this morning, I walked as far as I could go and got down low to catch the flow of the river as it moved into the lake. Mt Tallac can be seen in the distance.
I missed a week of posts because I was out backpacking with friends. It’s was great to get outside and unplug from the world around us. On this particular morning I was up early and wandering around our campsite and was able to capture these plays on light and color.
Beautiful West coast shoreline, with its crashing waves and rocky beaches. Calming to hear the waves going back and forth. Yet, so dangerous if you were to venture in its waters.
I remember the first time that I saw an image of the Last light on Horsetail Falls, Yosemite by Galen Rowell. In 1973 he was one of the first photographers to capture this iconic image. My sister and I were on one our road trips along the Eastern Sierras and we stopped in Bishop, CA for the night. We wandered around town and found Mountain Light Gallery and went in. The gallery images were breathtaking and inspiring to me. Galen Rowell described his style of photography as “a continuing pursuit in which the art becomes the adventure, and vice-versa.” I was hooked! Because he was ‘local’, it meant that some of his locations were attainable to me as well. These were adventures that I could pursue and hope to mimic some of his artistry as well. But a funny thing happened along the way in this pursuit of the shot; I found that being “present” in my environment meant so much more than just getting the shot.
‘Yes’ I’m a lemming that travels to Yosemite during February to get the ultimate shot of the Firefall. I park and wait for hours for that ten minute window when the setting sun sets and starts to illuminate Horsetail Falls. I also talk with other photographers and listen to their stories of their ‘first time’ seeing the mountain go from golden yellow to an intense lava red in a stream of glory. My follow photographers and site seers alike commiserate and then become awestruck by this phenomenon. I’ve been disappointed when the weather conditions didn’t cooperate. I’ve scouted different angles and vantage points and was vexed many times. And yet, this is my adventure and I find that each time I enjoy it so much. Maybe, my photo will inspire others to seek out their own adventures. Who knows…
Driving county road
Winter rains cause turbulence
Lost abandoned car
Just before the winter solstice, I was exploring along the western edge of South Lake Tahoe. In 2007 the Angora Ridge Fire destroyed 254 homes and burned 3100 acres. Today there are still reminders of the fire but in the devastation there is regrowth and beauty in the surrounding area. I found some cool icicles forming off burnt fallen logs along Angora Creek. A bit later down the road, Sawmill Pond was frozen with a close up shot revealing tiny air pockets trapped in the ice.