In literature, spring has long served as a metaphor for hope. I dare say, seeing the initial signs of spring during a pandemic moves it from metaphor to concrete expression.
The flowers of summer are fading, yet still holding their beauty.
With the arrival of fall, it's good to share a few final photos of feathered friends from the summer.
Lessons learned about taking impromptu photos with a smart phone in a crowd.
Waterfalls cascaded as many as 800 feet into Waimea Canyon, yet I stopped to photograph a rivulet cutting through red bedrock.
At first glance, this could be July in the Rocky Mountains. Look again. It's the Estrella Mountains in Phoenix, snow capped for a day or two in February.
Photographs from the Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park.