Wales... the Brecon Beacon Mountains.

Well, mostly (see note at the end). The first six are from the hike up Pen-y-Fan in BRECON BEACONS NATIONAL PARK. Found out that, okay, I may be skinny but I sure am out of shape! I suppose it didn't help that all I brought along for sustenance was 12 ounces of water and a package of chocolate chip shortbread cookies.

I've always wanted to see a landscape like this - huge spaces and not a single tree. Definitely a dream come true. And then all the enchanted little fairy-landscapes on the way back down the other side. Springs bubbling out of the ground in magic forests... moss as soft as blankets...I wish I could have spent the night.


Because they fit so well with the other images, I chose to add the last two photographs to this entry even though they weren't from this hike. The last image is of the NEWPORT WETLANDS and the Severn River estuary. Before that, my rainy-day walk through fields in the town of Hay-on-Wye. Check back again in a few days - I still have more photos to share.

Photo safari.

The best part of my Vermont photo safari was getting together with my friend and fellow photographer, JAMIE BRASSARD. I've always admired her discipline in completing a "40 days of fall" project every year (I can't seem to bring myself to commit to any sort of "photo a day" project whatsoever!). While visiting her in Vermont, we spent a morning driving the back roads around Hinesburg, stopping at Mt. Philo to enjoy the view and parking in whatever side-of-the-road weed patches we could find when we found an inspiring landscape.



When I lived in Vermont I felt like a tourist every time I stopped the car to take a picture. And since I passed the same scenes all the time I thought, "Oh I can always take it that shot tomorrow." Consequently the list of my "untaken" Vermont photographs is long. Ridiculous, right? So when I visited back in August I made a point of stopping even if I had to turn my car around. The images feel old to me because I wanted to photograph them as far back as 1990. Why do I love Vermont so much? Because all those scenes still exist. Dirt roads I know like the back of my hand, old farm buildings, even favorite trees. It was a great road trip. More to come.