Sunset in the Redlands

We drove down from Big Bear Mountain after a Spring day of snowboarding in March this year. It was a beautiful Sunday drive from nearly 7,000 feet to the flat desert, where the sun was setting hard against the sky. We lost day like we do always, fearless and unknowing...

Woodland Marvel

I creep through ancient forests, decrepit, abandoned- nearly destroyed. A dense fog lay beneath my shins, I cannot see the forest floors. Only a smoky grey ocean, an unearthly mystic haze. The morning barely sung, newborn to a day of solitude. Creatures nest,...