This time an old quarry up in the White Mountains in North Conway. It was collectively known as the Redstone Quarry and had several faces and cutting operations. The area is huge and I needed many more hours to shoot there to get all of it. Up until the late 1940s it was an active... Continue Reading →
Fall in the White Mountains
Even though I'm still mourning my boy, I have been out shooting. Partly it takes my mind off him (which I stupidly feel guilt over), but mostly I'm glad I can. The health crisis I came though only had one stage of cure/recovery, but could have had two, the second of which would have totally... Continue Reading →
The Hike that Kicked My Ass
The strenuous, but beautiful hike to Mts. Jackson and Webster in the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire.