Around a corner we found ourselves in the midst of fashionistas and aficionados goggling at these out-of-this-world costumes and dresses. It was crazy!!
Around a corner we found ourselves in the midst of fashionistas and aficionados goggling at these out-of-this-world costumes and dresses. It was crazy!!
Before I moved to NYC, I had never truly realized just how omnipresent the city and its icons were in our media, our movies, our culture.
From my rooftop in the Hudson Yards neighborhood, we have brilliant views of the Hudson River, Hells Kitchen and all of Midtown, including the Empire State Building.
While we spent much of our time lounging around the house, reconnecting, playing games and relaxing, we did go on a couple of adventures.
We did get to visit the iconic Portland Head Light, sitting on the edge of the water surrounded by the ruins of a fort.
The crescendo of our adventure was Penobscot Mountain, which we summitted. Atop was a full mile of barren rocks - how Mount Desert Island got its name.
After an eight-hour day of driving and getting settled in a beautiful mansion of a B&B, we strolled around as the sun was setting.
What's with all of the art deco? And pink? But overall, it's a beautiful capitol.
After a long walk/adventure to the Upper West Side, we were walking down the Hudson River Walk and suddenly found a hawk sitting in a tree.
Eastern State Penitentiary tells the stories of the prisoner men and women. At times creepy, and others profoundly sad, this is a ruin.
Despite the chill, the day was beautiful -- but I was thrilled to get inside the museum to see Paint the Revolution.
My day in San Francisco was spent across the city, from Chinatown to Telegraph Hill, Golden Gate Park and Haight-Ashbury.
The stained glass windows made the conservatory different from others I had been in. The colors softly poured onto the plants and tiled walkways inside.
Along my climb up to Coit Tower or on my stroll through the Panhandle, I marveled at views of the Financial District and those very specific homes.
At the top, of course the landscape was magnificent. The city, islands, bridges and Marin headlands lay out for miles around, below a partly cloudy sky.
The fall colors and amazing cloud formations made the already beautiful day even more spectacular.
On the last morning spent there, we awoke to find these two deer quietly grazing on the green lawn in front of our cabin.
A second trip to New York City for a training gave me an opportunity to continue to explore the big city, including Central Park and MOMA.
This is the morning that almost never was. I had to wake up before 6 to get out on the road as the sun was rising, and I almost didn't. Alas, opportunity won over.
I finally mounted the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, stunning and quiet. I don't think I ever thought I would stand here. What a privilege it was...I felt on top of the world.
They say you have to see the monuments twice: once during the day, and once at night. Night is so much better!
While I didn't get to go up the monument itself, the sun, clouds and plethora of flags about the structure offered a breathtaking view both for me and my camera.
Washington D.C. is a place I have longed to go to since I was young. Honestly, I wasn't really prepared for how it would make me feel.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York obviously has some amazing pieces of artwork - some of the best in the world. I got a little meta this time.
The Cathedral of Saint John the Divine lies northwest of Central Park. It remains unfinished, and it's quite an eccentric church - peacock and all!
What surprised me: how many people there were, how far away the Statue of Liberty is, and the quintessential New York architecture.
Both deeply personal and incredibly shared, the memories of 9/11 came back to me. I tried to capture some of what I was feeling in these photographs.
On a wall facing a back alley behind a set of restaurants somewhere in Detroit, the words Black Lives Matter have been written hundreds and hundreds of times.
Kehinde Wiley's art portraying classical Western paintings with mostly African American subjects is one of the most stunning I have ever attended...and it made for one pretty great date night.
We drove hundreds of miles in the matter of days. The curving roads took us everywhere, from the southernmost point to the northern tip. Along the way we discovered waterfalls, valleys and ... lots of spiders.
On the northern tip of Hawai'i island in Kohala country lies Moʻokini Heiau, where tens of thousands of Hawai'ans were sacrificed to the war god Ku. It was quiet and windy after the morning rains.
The eastern coast of Hawai'i, lonely as it is facing the Pacific, is dotted with valleys that have no outlet to the rest of the island. It's as if a giant took his hand and lay it on the steep cliffs creating lush valley after valley after valley.
After spending a morning snorkeling in Kealakekua Bay with fish and octopuses, Stéphane and I ventured onward to see other sights along the southern tip of Hawai'i island, including the southernmost tip of the United States.
Hawai'i island, with its young and active volcanoes, also has its share of historical eruptions. Kīlauea Iki is perhaps one of the most unique hikes I have ever been on: through the uneven terrain of a hardened lava lake.
Hanging around Pahoa on Hawai'i island felt like being in the middle of a rain forest - mostly because it was - even so close to Hilo.
The sun was already setting as we were making our way up Mauna Kea. The crisp air was cold, but the color was so incredibly rich.
Up in the Cascades, near Snoqualmie Pass, we trekked up a few miles to Teneriffe Falls on a nearly rainy day.
Visiting Michigan in the fall is fairly spectacular. The weather was warm and cool, sunny and rainy, and the leaves vibrant.
Along a windy cliffside road, through a thick set of trees, we wound our way in the early morning. The clouds didn't let up until the very right moment as we were starting our short hike. But luckily they did because it was spectacular.
There's a place on the edge of the Pacific along the Washington coast, where time has formed a breathtaking scene. Shi Shi Beach, unreachable except by hike, commands a presence, especially at sunset.
Spending a weekend camping at the foot of a volcano and not seeing it once? That's Mt. Rainier on a foggy day. And it was beautiful.
Outside the city of Las Vegas in the desert, north of Lake Mead, is the Valley of Fire, where the rock is red and the temperature - when we drove through - was 113 degrees. It was sweltering, beautiful and dry. The air, suffocating.
The sharp crests of Cedar Breaks National Monument skirted the blue sky, the sun getting low and the winds high. We pulled up and galloped to the edge where, below us and to all sides, the beautiful amphitheater opened up.
We got up early. Very early. Driving in the dark to Snow Canyon State Park, we were excited to catch the sunrise. Walking through the desert sand, as the sun rises, will always be one of my favorite moments.
There's a hike in Zion, that starts as a mile-long cement path and then you reach the river. And then, you enter the river, and tread water walking and swimming and, finally, marveling at the sharp and smooth, the cold and warm, the utter beauty.
After our triumph, selfies at the peak, and collecting ourselves for the trek back down, it was a treat to walk down hill. The beauty of the morning became a fierce sunny day, and we felt sorry for the poor souls making the trek up in the heat. And it was HOT.
We started the trek in the morning, leaving before sunrise to reach the Zion gates in time for one of the first buses. Today, we were hiking 5 miles to the top of Angel's Landing. It was hard for everyone, but worth every excruciating step.
A high sun, a canyon view drive and hike, and the ghost towns of south Utah? These are the stops we made on our first day in Zion National Park. Yes, please.
As cities go, Austin is a cool one. It was sweltering, but beautiful, unique and welcoming. And, of course, a little bit weird.
The pristine wonder of Snow Lake, in its own quiet way, is far worth the effort it takes to reach it. A couple of miles further, to Gem Lake, leads you into an entire land of wonder.
The Marin Headlands are my childhood stomping ground, to an extent. 3rd grade raptor outing. High school drives out to Rodeo Beach. Senior Prom photos. So it's always nice to go back.
Hiking in the Cascades is always a treat, but when the last mile is through feet of snow, and the weather is sunny and warm, and you're surrounded by snow capped peaks on all sides... well, then it's life changing.
In Northern Washington, where the glaciers meet the woods, there are Four Big Ice Caves. Stéphane, Lacy and I drove out to meet them -- before they collapsed.
Skirting the ocean edge of Marin County in California is Point Reyes National Seashore - both a relic of my childhood and my adulthood stomping grounds each Christmas.
On another autumn hike, a couple friends and I in search of a set of waterfalls trekked through the wet forest.
Two friends and I decided to hike up to the fire lookout on Mount Pilchuck on one sunny sunny and warm September day. It was breathtaking!
I was in Chicago for a work conference — my first time ever in Illinois and this major metro.
On a thundery summer day in the Pacific Northwest, my friends and I embarked on a little adventure through the Cascades to Snoqualmie Pass.
Rugged hills, sharp pinnacles, backdropped against each other until you can't tell where one ridge ends and another begins.
After spending the night in a horse campground scared out of our minds, we woke up and arrived at the national monument just as it opened.
Bear Tooth Pass practically touches the clouds, and the views boggle the mind. Epic snowcaps, quiet mountain meadows, and placid lakes trail to the great plains of the midwest.
On our summer cross country road trip, we hadn't even found a campsite by the time we were exploring one of my favorite places - Yellowstone!
There's a park in the Magnolia neighborhood of Seattle that I love to visit.
A day trip away from Klamath Falls across the border into California is Lava Beds National Park, probably one of the most unique places I have ever been. Desolate and beautiful.
On a whim, my family and I adventured from where we were staying in Klamath Falls, OR an hour or so away to a wild west theme town called Jacksonville.
I had about four hours to kill in between being released from a business-related conference and my flight back home.
I grew up about 20 minutes from where these photos were taken - and I had no idea whatsoever that a herd of Tule Elk resided in Point Reyes, the national seashore that points into the Pacific Ocean.
There's a special something about a good drag revue. I've seen a few in my day. A good drag show will entertain, make you laugh, feel a little something, and probably shock you, so I wanted to capture a bit of that essence in this photograph.
I also attended a Scottish wedding in the east bay of California's bay area. The tall trees on the campus of Mills College are epic. They tower over the narrow concrete lanes of the women's school.
This wedding was held at a restaurant in Seattle - we were all stunned by the unexpected classiness of the interior and views of Lake Union. The decorations were beautiful, as was the company at our table.
Two of my best friends got married in August of 2013, and they held their wedding at the Chihuly Garden and Glass museum at the Seattle Center, right underneath the Space Needle.
Since I have lived in the Pacific Northwest, I have always heard of the San Juan Islands and how beautiful they are. My brother and I spent three days among the San Juans - three days, three islands.
Mailbox Peak is one of the steepest trail hikes in Western Washington: 3,800 feet elevation climb in 2.5 miles. Needless to say, the hike took a toll on my legs. But it was worth it.
A couple friends and I went hiking in the Snoqualmie Pass region of Western Washington – one of the most beautiful places in the world as far as I am convinced.
This moth was huge! I found it in a bathroom in the Tumwater Campground near Leavenworth, WA. Its wingspan was about the width of an electrical outlet, which it’s sitting right next to.
The Pacific Northwest is known for its salmon – and the tribes around the area know it for its abysmal record of protecting the salmon runs and the rivers that they return to each year.
A two hour/four mile hike along the Boulder River trail in the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest leads you to a dead end where there are loose camping sites.
Seattle has a beautiful skyline for many reasons, two of which (the Space Needle and the Columbia Tower) don’t even appear in the photo here. The story behind the photo is simple.
Obviously the sun was out in the middle of February in southern California. So we went to the beach, my friends and I.
No fall is complete without a trip to the pumpkin patch, especially the ones that have festivities and petting zoo and food for sale.
The valley on the right hand side of these photos is where the area gets its name: Glacier View. You can’t see it here, but there’s a retreating glacier hidden beyond the hills.
The Pacific Ocean was at our backs – literally yards away. And we were virtually alone in Redwood National Park.
Growing up my siblings and I watched the Disney Channel. A lot of the Disney Channel. So many times I remember seeing the Epcot space ball on the television. What is that place? I always thought. What’s inside?
My destination was a lookout park that, on a clear day, gives one a vantage of Bellevue, Hwy 520 and Lake Washington. All I could see this day was the western shores of the lake and molecular snowflakes blanketing my vision.
I have been wanting to go to Joshua Tree National Park for as long as I can remember. And as we drove up to the park and entered, the trees became taller and taller. The taller they became, the more beautiful.
Cruising among ice bergs and Orcas through the Inside Passage of Alaska, we woke up in Skagway to a little adventure of our own.
Just outside the town, we rode our bikes to the edge of this lake following a pair of strange, yet knowledgeable guides. It was a breathtaking experience.
Walking along the water docks, passing totem poles and the famous "Creek Street" in Ketchikan, one can only imagine what this gold mining town used to be like.
Every year, the tulip festival draws thousands of people to northwestern Washington. However, I did not get to see any tulips.
Being close to the American South, the city of Branson is teeming with classic riverboats that remind me of a Louisiana bayou. The font in this photograph is also very reminiscent of that same feeling.
Family vacation for summer 2010 was Depoe Bay, Oregon -- centered on the beautiful coast of the state.
The ruins of a military bunker outside of Port Townsend are both spooky and interesting.
An adventure with two of my friends took me to the top of Squak Mountain.
These benches sat over a marshy ground, covered in mud and pools of acrid brown water.
The twin cities - Minneapolis and St. Paul - were fun to see! Reminded me of Seattle.
After checking out Snoqualmie Falls, we explored the rusting, environs.
Exploring Seattle during the first year that I lived there, we ventured to the Sculpture Park sitting on the sound.
Flowers, cacti, bromelids - OH MY!
We scrambled the last few days to see the rest of Yellowstone - and get one last hike in. So worth it.
Trying to beat the darkness, my family and I drove the north loop of Yellowstone. Timing for a Mammoth Springs sunset could not have been more perfect.
Yellowstone National Park is perhaps one my favorite places in the entire world. Gallivanting about the park with my family was magical!
It was my last semester at college, and some friends and I made a weekend trip to a pretty spot north of Seattle. It was peaceful.
A trip to Olympia to save what little funding people living with HIV and AIDS have due to the massive budget crisis was an eye-opening experience for me.
After Proposition 8 passed in California, every major city held a rally to protest its passing. I joined Seattle's protest.
Exploring along the peninsular coast of Washington.
Here there exists a place of beauty, quiet, verdant hills, and a slow, lacing fog
Exploring the back country of Marin
On the shores of Bass Lake
Braving out onto a frozen lake isn't something I would consider fun - my dad, sister and brother, on the other hand...
"...but the rocks they pulled up were all I've ever known. The Rock fought my spirit. The Rock fed my anger. The Rock broke my heart."
Can a TP'd house be beautiful? Maybe.
The lifeless forest that covers Mount St. Helens is breathtaking and startling.
A couple old photos from a crappy point and shoot
One of my earliest photographs.