Walking under a canopy of green can be rejuvenating for the soul. Walking under a canopy of gold, on the other hand, is exhilarating for the mind. And while I have experienced it in a few places in California and New England, the golden larches on the eastern slopes of the Cascades were an altogether different adventure.
I hope I get to experience it the next year as well.
Okanagan Wenatchee National Forest
WA USA
I hadn't expected to find a heart of gold in the Pacific Northwest, a region not especially known for its fall foliage, especially against the stars of the show of colors - New England, the Smokies, Colorado and the like. But over the weekend, one little corner of Washington put on a show to delight any nature lover.
The subalpine larch, Larix lyallii, are hardy deciduous conifers that grow in the alpine and sub-alpine terrain along the dry eastern slopes of the Cascades, characterized by short dry summers and long cold winters. And in fall, their needles turn to a golden yellow color, making even a single tree stand out against the rocky terrain ubiquitous in the area. And I happened upon an entire forest of these larches all deciding to change color at the same time.
Okanagan Wenatchee National Forest
WA USA
As I turned away from the last light of the day setting behind the profile of the North Cascades peak, I saw the crescent moon, high in the cloudless sky slowly making its way to its own twilight. A trio of conifers rose up towards the heavens, framing the graceful gradation from orange hues to the dusky twilight sky.
I tried to imagine what it would look like on camera, but I didn't have to. A quick snap with my phone revealed that this composition would work, and that eventually led to this fairy silhouette against the moon-lit night sky.
Paseytan Wilderness
WA USA
When we found these delightful little blooms, my partner referred to these as Einstein heads, for they had a straggled appearance of Einsteins unkempt hair. Later, I discovered that these were the seedpods of the Western pasqueflower. And they are really soft as they look.
So I returned back to the spot for sunset, hoping to capture these delightful little blooms at sunset. I just wished I had cleaned my lenses prior to taking the photograph.
Paseytan Wilderness
WA USA
The morning sun shone through the dense conifers, a warm respite on that freezing morning. The 50s when I had left home at dawn had dropped to freezing, an unnerving temperature drop. I continued climbing, hoping to find the promised larches.
I was hiking up the Blue Lakes trail in the eastern side of North Cascades. Having missed the opportunity last year to capture the golden larches, this year, I was determined not to. And that determination motivated me to do the 3 hour drive to the cold reaches of Cascadia the past weekend. And hike in search of larches.
And they were waiting. Golden larches glowing in that morning sun along the shores of the glistening alpine lake against the backdrop of the lightly-dusted Cascades and a window of blue skies. A photographer's Gold Rush
Okanogan National Forest
WA USA
