Cassidy over the Harding Icefield I've never hiked the Harding Icefield Trail in good weather. Neither Cassidy nor Elliott had hiked it at all. So when a window opened in the forecast, we left Homer...
Cassidy, Elliott, and I planned to spend a couple of days backpacking at Hatcher Pass before the climbing team came down for our annual climbing trip. We spent one very wet night at the Gold...
Our last day to do something outside before heading back to town, and the weather was finally changing. We didn't quite know what to do with our limited time, with rain falling in some areas...
These caves are running out of time. Every year, I follow the trail of dead ice farther up the valley. Each one I find is gone in a handful of seasons. I go looking for...
Day one of three in the Alaska Range. We followed the Gulkana moraine past where I'd been before, found the season's first saxifrage, and let the trip have no plan at all.
Our party at the Windchimes near Mt. Prindle In early June, five of us took off for Nome Creek for an overnight trip to Mt. Prindle in the White Mountain National Recreation Area. The plan...
Descending the Granite Tors Trail in mixed snow conditions In late May, I spent a couple of days at the Chena River State Recreation Area with Cassidy, Chenoa, and their dogs. I guess it was...
The seasonal wetlands pond at Creamer's Field | Prints and Wall Art The light is back. The snow is gone in town, and is quickly disappearing in the mountains. I've been working long days through...
A late-season hike on the Savage Alpine Trail in Denali National Park, more snow than usual, great company, and a snow surface covered in wind-sculpted sastrugi and ripples worth stopping to study.
In the same morning after humanity sent astronauts around the Moon, a president threatened to erase a civilization. We have to choose which path we're on.
A torn muscle in Bend, an 8-mile hike at Smith Rock anyway, missed aurora, and a March that didn't go as planned — field notes from a long month in Fairbanks and Oregon.
A black and white photograph made in a narrow schist canyon near the Worthington Glacier at Thompson Pass — no tripod, no ND filter, barely a place to stand. A short reflection on working within...
A late March 2015 winter camping trip up the Granite Tors trail, miserable snowshoeing, a failed hike, and what may have been the best aurora I've ever seen. A reflection on hard work, failure, and...
A winter evening walk on the UAF trails in Fairbanks, Alaska; record cold winter, deep snow, moonlit spruce forest, and a much-needed escape from the news.
A late-summer weekend on the Kenai Peninsula, wildflowers on the Harding Icefield Trail, fog rolling across Exit Glacier, and a decade of glacial recession made visible in a single photograph.
A photograph taken at 6:15 am on my first overnight trip to the Granite Tors, with the Alaska Range visible on the horizon 90 miles away. A reflection on first encounters, familiar places, and what...
A close encounter with a Dall Ram near Savage River in Denali National Park, photographed during a late summer hike in the Alaska Interior.
Snowshoeing and skiing up Miller Creek to the Canwell Glacier ice caves, with winter light, ice crystals, and a quiet return under blue hour and moonrise.
