Lion's Head

As I turned around the corner deep in the bowels of Lower Antelope Canyon, I came across the Lion's Head, a natural formation in striated walls of the twisted canyon. Seeing this almost organic form set in the inorganic structure of sandstone took m…

As I turned around the corner deep in the bowels of Lower Antelope Canyon, I came across the Lion's Head, a natural formation in striated walls of the twisted canyon. Seeing this almost organic form set in the inorganic structure of sandstone took me by surprise. The strange forces of erosion had sculpted this unique canvas into such a familiar shape.

Perhaps what added to the atmosphere was one of the nearby tour-guides who scrambled up a nearby wall and started playing his Native American flute. A soothing melody filled in the small cavernous space around, increasing in clarity and meaning as the crowd grew silent trying to catch the song. The mellifluous song transported me to the past, to an age sans civilization, to an age of nature.

While I could never hope to capture that otherworldly feel in a static photograph, I did the best in capturing the essence of the Lion's Head that day in Lower Antelope Canyon

Lower Antelope Canyon
Page AZ

Misty Mountains

'Far over the Misty Mountains coldTo dungeons deep and caverns oldWe must away, ere break of dayTo find our long forgotten gold'As I watched the misty fog roll over the steep ravines of the mountains yonder, this ode to the dwarves popped into my he…

'Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long forgotten gold'

As I watched the misty fog roll over the steep ravines of the mountains yonder, this ode to the dwarves popped into my head, and I was instantly transported to Middle Earth. I imagined the ragged valleys through which the orcs would attack, the meandering rivers over which the elves and the dwarves would team up to defend, and the distant peaks from which the nazgul and the great eagles would watch the entire show.

Then the seemingly out-of-place picnic bench came into view, transporting me back to reality. Nevertheless, I spent many an hour mesmerized by the motion of the clouds and entranced by the soothing sounds of gurgling water. And to this day, photos like this made me realize why it was so hard to bid adieu to the land of Middle Earth.

Lake Tekapo
Canterbury, New Zealand

A Sea of Flowers

The surface ebbed and flowed. A million particles of light and color glimmered with every gust of wind. Patterns of blue, pink, purple, yellow, and green lay awash on that rolling landscape, like the broad brushstrokes of a mighty painter with a colorful palette. That was the sea of flowers blooming on top of Table Mountain in Oroville a couple of springs ago.

Zooming in on the details, I spotted tiny poppies poking through a mass of Sierra primroses, while an amalgam of poppies, goldfields, blue dicks and lupines formed a colorful background. Rivers of purple lupine wound their way alongside lush creeks while masses of bright orange poppies stood guard along rocky ledges.

It is the opportunity to witness this diversity of colorful life that often motivates me to seek out amazing landscapes and thriving nature-scapes to shoot next. Table Mountain in Oroville, is just one of those multitudes of places on this vibrant planet.

Table Mountain Ecological Reserve
CA USA

The Blue Yonder

I had climbed high above the small notch of land that stood between two glaciers. The land stretching out in front of me was flat, providing unhampered visibility into the far blue yonder. From here, I could spy one of the glaciers slowly melting out onto its own lake, with fragments of ice slowly making their way to the other end. Tiny tributaries drained the murky waters into dozens of windy rivulets that meandered their way to the distant shores of the Atlantic a dozen miles away.

Meanwhile, the clouds marched in the opposite direction - a mixture of rain-bearing cumulus and strato-cumulus clouds drifted in from the south, threatening rain for the latter half of the day. Nevertheless, I continued forward on this trail in Skaftafell National Park, which climbed up and over this notch of land, making its way from the lip of one glacier to the remnants of the other glacier, over rocky scree, velvety-soft green grass, and slushy swamps. And all along that 10 mile hike, I got to witness a beautiful untouched landscape in this geologically young island, a landscape that lent well to amazing photographic opportunities.

Skaftafell National Park
Iceland

Windowed Dolomites

It was day 4 of the rifugio to rifugio hike in the Dolomites. I ducked and crawled through a rocky tunnel high up in the heart of the rocky mountains. Through the small openings, I could garner glimpses of craggy peaks reaching for the clouds, and of forested valleys reaching down to lush green meadows.

I pressed on. I had been promised a vista of epic proportions as I neared the location of the famed Rifugio Lagazuoi. I had learnt about a number of tunnels that were dug through the Dolomites during the peak of World War I as the Italians fought the Austrians in rather difficult terrain. These tunnels, and other structures, kept changing as the line of battle shifted through the war. But now, during times of peace, these edifices were places to study the history, and to admire the beauty of the harsh terrain all around.

Eventually, the views opened up. One such window provided a grand view of the tumultuous landscape all around: ridges of endless peaks reaching for the sky, rockfalls and avalanches pockmarking the landscape criss-crossed by innumerable trails switch-backing to the high mountain passes, and puffy white clouds making their way across and over the spine of the continent

Lagazuoi
Cortina Italy

A Different Bliss

As I was looking through my archives for images that portrayed the theme of bliss, I realized that the perfect location was the lush green rolling landscape of Palouse in eastern Washington. I often describe this location as a place known by only two kinds of people - farmers and photographers. In fact, during my 3-day exploration of this place a few years back, those were the only living souls I met in this blissful landscape.

I spent many an hour exploring lonely dirt roads winding their way along and up curvy hills carpeted with green, and dotted with the occasional oak tree, a rustic yet colorful barn, an old farmstead, or even the infrequent windmill rusting away. This dilapidated shack was awaiting me at the end of one such dirt road. But perhaps what captivated my attention then was the blissful combination of lush green landscape and the puffy white clouds suspended in the robin egg blue sky. That was a scene that became etched in my mind as the ideal pastoral landscape.

The transient lighting conditions necessitated quick photography to time the exposure correctly. This was one such exposure showcasing the beauty of the wheat bowl of USA

Palouse
WA USA

Spring Blossoms in California

As the winter turns to spring in California, the biggest signs of change would be the vast fields of wildflowers that would start to dominate the untouched wild-lands of the state. And with the bountiful rains this year, the wildflower spectacle is promising to be a good one.

One such location which I had thoroughly enjoyed visiting a few years ago was Knights ferry in the Sierra Nevada foothills, which was witnessing a California poppy explosion. Grassy, black oak lined slopes were carpeted by the blindingly bright bloom of the yellow poppies. Interspersed in between the mats of yellow were the ubiquitous bush lupine and the occasional blue dicks. But the overwhelming number of blooming poppies that had spread out across the entire river valley, made this vibrant display visible from a mile away.

Knights Ferry State Recreation Area
CA USA

Sky's Necklace

As dusk turned to twilight and to night, the varied hues on the sand dunes of the Sahara Desert slowly faded away, and the starscape slowly came into view. First, it was only the brightest stars and the well-recognizable constellations, but soon, even the faintest ones started twinkling, a kaleidoscope of white glitter against a black carpet.

And with that, the faint band of the Milky Way became visible. Arching across the sky towards the north, the Sky's Necklace was less brighter than what I had been used to back in California, yet it was prominent in its march across the starscape. It was still high up in the sky, thwarting any meaningful attempt at photographing it.

I waited for a few more hours, until the crackle of the campfire slowly died down and voices of the denizens of the Berber campsite faded away. This time, the bright arch of the galactic plane was closer to the horizon, and unfortunately, also closer to the bright lights from cities a few dozen kilometers away. Nevertheless, I persisted and captured this image during the dark hours of midnight, feeling the cold wind in my face, and freezing sand on my feet.

Microsoft's Image Composite Editor did a fantastic job with the panoramic stitch, whilst Photoshop helped transform the result into the glorious scene I witnessed that night out on the dunes of Morocco

Erg Chebbi Dunes
Morocco

California Greens

The Golden State has a remarkable ability of turning green during spring. Rolling landscapes take on a green sheen as the winter turns to spring, paving way for the black oaks to sprout new leaves, and for colorful wildflowers to paint the landscape with a palette of pink, purple, blue, red, yellow and white. With a bountiful winter rain this year signaling the end of the drought, the parched landscape has once again renewed its cycle afresh.

Seeing images of the California greens brought back wonderful memories of a hike I took a couple of years ago in the hillscapes of Pacheco State Park nestled amidst the Diablo Range near Central California. I still vividly remember the journey as the trail wound its way around the parks' many geographical features. Every turn brought surprising delights, whether it was a small rancher's pond, replete with quacking mallards and dancing dragonflies, or a small gorge filled with multi-colored shooting stars glowing in the warm afternoon sunlight, or ridge-top vistas of the vast rolling scenery landscape with budding oak trees as far as the eye could see.

Here was one such vista taken in the late afternoon light, as the the slowly setting sun lengthened the shadows the oak trees cast on the green meadows all around, while patches of wildflowers colored the landscape yellow, orange and pink.

Pacheco State Park
CA USA

Morocco - Land of Contrasts

Morocco is a land of contrasts. The North African Nation provided an amazing diversity of scenery, history, and culture, all packed in an area just slightly larger than the state of California. Over the next 5 days, I hope to provide a window into what that meant for me in my 10-day circuit of this amazing nation.

I Medina in Marrakech

Jemaa el Fna can truly be called the heart of Marrakech. A riot of shops selling local crafts, food-stalls selling local gastronomic delights, bands of street performers singing and dancing to local tunes, and a mass of people constantly moving around, all combine to form the epicenter of one of the oldest cities of Morocco. I spent hours getting lost in the countless shops of the souks in the medina, smelling perfumes and spices of hundred kinds, listening to a cacophony of a dozen languages, seeing the entire spectrum of colors on display in the various shops, and savoring hundreds of local delicacies: this place can truly overwhelm one's senses.

Marrakech

II Sand Dunes in Erg Chebbi

The deserts of Morocco present another side of this diverse country. Straddling the northern edge of great Sahara desert, the southern part of Morocco is a vast dry landscape replete with a smorgasbord of different geological features, including sand dunes, large dry gorges, long monoclines and anticlines forming oddly shaped ridges and mountains, oasis supporting a variety of flora and fauna, as well as various facets of human civilization such as dry dusty villages, tiny campgrounds and the odd farmlands.

I was naturally gravitated to the sand-dunes, and when an opportunity came to spend a night amidst the sand-dunes, I couldn't pass up. The smooth shapes of the parabolic sand dunes were quite the photographic subjects under the warm afternoon light, and I spent many hours wandering dune to dune, in search of the perfect curve.

Here is one such exposure where the windward slope of a sand-dune captures the late afternoon sun.

Erg Chebbi
 

III Lake Tislit - High Atlas

Snow-capped mountain ranges and alpine wilderness are not regions typically associated with Morocco's desert environments and crowded urban areas. But they do exist. And while access to such regions are difficult, they are sublimely beautiful.

Away from the crowded urban areas in the north, Atlas Mountains, the spine of Morocco, runs east-west folding up the earth with very unique geological patterns. At 2500-3000m of elevation lie high mountain villages that blend into the landscape, cheerful farmlands replete with grazing sheep and livestock, steep gorges that drop down from snow-capped peaks, and lush green meadows on the sunny slopes. And between all these, narrow and bumpy mountain roads twist and turn their way connecting the different villages with the urban areas.

Lacking a proper GPS, navigation was challenging, and the driving was tortuous. But the spectacular solitude and beauty more than made up for the difficulty in getting there. Here is one such large alpine lake, Lake Tislit, nestled within the snow-capped peaks of Haut Atlas Oriental National Park, on a chilly morning at 2500m.

Imilchil

IV Todhra Gorge

As the line between shadow and light slowly crept down towards the base of the gorge, the cliff walls started coming to life under the warm morning light: epiphytes clinging to the cliffs started opening up, birds began to flutter about, and insects buzzed around. In the shadow region, life was still cold, mainly due to the icy springs that shared space with the road in this beautiful red sandstone gorge amidst the Moroccan desert.

Whilst a popular destination in the tourist map, the throngs of tourists buses, picnickers and hawkers hadn't reached here yet this early in the morning, and in that solitude, I was able to soak in the magnificence of this geological formation. I would go on to see many more amazing features in my driven from the desert to the Atlas mountains, but the Todhra gorge stood out.

Todhra Gorge

V Chefchaouen

Chefchaouen, an island of blue in a desert of brown. Walking from the bus station set outside amidst the modern-era into the crowded medina was like entering a different planet: the walls, the pathways, the houses, the doors, the arches, and the houses had an ethereal blue color that permeated everything. And it was not just a single shade of blue - it was a kaleidoscope of different shades of blue.

It was a sensory experience that I had not expected, and even after a couple of days in the village, that surprise had not subsided. Every lost turn I made in the crooked alleyways uncovered a new photographic subject and it made the random Brownian motion through the medina ever more worthwhile. Perhaps the most redeeming aspect was stepping away from the souvenir shops and into the residential areas, and capturing the everyday activities of the locals.

This is one such scene looking into a set of steps leading to a few residences. It is a very famous and oft-photographed location due to the contrasting hues provided by the colorful pots suspended from the blue walls of the alley.

Chefchaouen