A whirlwind of a trip to Italy took me to 3 diverse destinations. But throughout the trip, there was one constant, a bright moon, that proved to be a focal point for various photos I took during the trip. Here in the Dolomiti, the near full moon rose to prominence over the jagged peaks at twilight.
Dolomiti
Alto Adige, Italy
Four summers ago, I had embarked on what I was perhaps one of the most mentally grueling backpacks I had ever done, a solo 7-day trek into the mountains covering 55 miles and 3 mountain passes above 11500 ft (3500m). It was physically and mentally taxing, and my only escape from being trapped in my head with my own thoughts was photographing the surreal landscape I walked through.
The penultimate evening of my sojourn found me on the dusty shores of Dusy basin, a moonscape with very little vegetation situated at 12000ft. It was a stark landscape, with sun-burnt granite covered by patches of tiny shrubs and stubby grass, interspersed by deep-blue alpine lakes reflecting the wonderful scenery all around. Despite the long arduous days, I was sad that one of my best treks into the Sierras were coming to an end.
Dusy Basin
CA USA
In the pre-dawn light, the landscape around was ethereal. Long rows of bright yellow daffodils stretched to the horizon, culminating in bare birch trees. A low-lying fog hovered above the horizon, lending a mystical aura to the pastoral scene.
I sleepily dawdled outside from the warm confines of my car into the crisp cold atmosphere. I had left home at a time when most of the city was still sleeping, or recovering from shenanigans of a Friday night. But that meant I had this scene entirely to myself. But misery deserves company, and hence I pinged Chris Gering Photo to join me there.
While waiting for the sun to rise up, I found the crescent moon waiting above the field with a tinge of pink morning glow hovering above the horizon.
Skagit Valley
WA USA
Exactly a year ago to the date, I was captivated by the breathtaking moonscape that was speeding by the window as my car hurtled along desolate landscape in the northern regions of Iceland. The smooth blue tarmac of the Ring road cut through a range of old glaciated peaks that were but mere bumps on a map, but in reality seemed a lot higher. The sweeping curves of this highway that stretched for miles ahead, formed the singular imprint of humancivilization in this forlorn and bleak surroundings, where even vegetation struggled to grow on the loose volcanic soil. I struggled to capture the essence of its beauty, and this image, shot at F9, ISO 800 at 1/200s with a telephoto lens, only barely manages.
I will never forget the sheer sense of isolation I perceived in the landscape there (barring the dozens of other tourists passing by every minute), with my mind constantly wondering about how so much diversity existing in this one single island. Iceland brought about new surprises with every turn of the road or the trail, and each moment renewed the sense of excitement I was experiencing. Whether it was being awestruck by the Northern Lights, mesmerized by the shifting fog in the landscape, hypnotized by the sheer size of Dettifoss (waterfall), or even lost in this desolate landscape, Iceland was perhaps one of the most adventurous outdoor destinations I had been in.
Here is my 1-year tribute to this amazing island.
Myvatn
Iceland
