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Old Sprocket
To me, there’s some kind of inexplicable charm to old machinery.
Spring Birch Trees
The outer row of birch trees stand amidst the soft light and slight mist, contrasted against the dense forest of slender trees that disappear into the void of dark.
Rocky Mountains Pond
Motorcycling along the San Juan Mountains, in southwest Colorado (part of the Rocky Mountains), is among my favorite riding places in North America.
Clearing Fog
The ephemeral nature of clearing fog has been a challenging subject for me, since the transitory interplay between the mist and sun unfold with a drama that seems better suited to motion pictures.