Argentina. Early March, 2022. This shot was taken near the Collon Cura river on a day that had 80 km/h winds and a river that had turned to mud from a recent rainstorm.
Lone Poplar, Dirt Road, and Dust. Collon Cura, Argentina. March 2022
Argentina. Early March, 2022. This shot was taken near the Collon Cura river on a day that had 80 km/h winds and a river that had turned to mud from a recent rainstorm.
Lone Poplar, Dirt Road, and Dust. Collon Cura, Argentina. March 2022
A hint of smoke on a South Island summer evening taken a few weeks ago from the headwaters of a large catchment.
I just added the image below to the “Giclee Color Prints” section of this site.
Wheel Line. Winter. II
From one day to the next… I just spent a few days in West Yellowstone and Ashton, Idaho. On Saturday we had snow and wind and on Sunday it was sunny, cool, and spectacular.
Spring near Ashton, Idaho.
White and green. Shot near upper Soda Butte Creek, Yellowstone National Park.
Wild clouds near the east coast and Kaikoura, New Zealand taken in early April of this year.
Fence, Grass, and Sky. South Island, New Zealand. April 2019.
We had a fall snowstorm through most of the day today. Our fall colors are just starting yet it feels a bit more like November...
Viewfinder. Galena Summit, Idaho. Fall
Snow and Trees. Galena Summit. Fall.
It's been on the cold side for September. Snow on the mountains and even on the valley floors for a day or so. The leaves are just starting to turn but it's felt like late October. Elk are bugling and sand hill cranes are on their annual migration south making their pre-historic garble as they circle at great heights and barley stubble and cheat grass and even rabbitbrush have taken on their yellow hues while smoke bellows out of a two-room house chimney along a ditch somewhere in Mackay, Idaho.
Lost River Range. Mid-September. Idaho.
Smoky skies are the new norm for August. Thunderstorms have been rolling through too, compounding the surreal color cast with a muggy and palpable sky. Sometimes it smells like sweet pipe smoke. The rest of the time it's not discernible to my nose. Burning sage and bitterbrush to the south and I suppose some cheatgrass as well. Lodgepole pines are getting cremated to the north. A visual amalgamation of sorts: muted, Impressionistic, cold-blue in August, and teary-eyed.
Sawtooths & Smoke. August 2017. Idaho.
Another warm and beautiful November day on Silver Creek. The weather will change but this is what we've had a lot of here.
Silver Creek, Idaho. November
Of all of the iconic Sun Valley, Idaho area places in the fly fishing arena, I think of Picabo at the top of the heap. It has, namely, Silver Creek running through it's backyard.
The prairie landscape is striking in more subtle ways than the mountains to the north. The culture in Picabo is quite different than that of its more upscale close neighbor, Ketchum (think Sun Valley, Idaho), to the north. Picabo, while absolutely tiny, is an amalgamation of ranchers and farmers and ranch hands and cowboys and even a few fishermen.
HWY 20 near Picabo on any given morning before the sun rises, is active with mainly the ranchers and farmers driving their respective pick-ups to work sites.
While being very interested in the specific fishing aspects of Silver Creek, I'm also really interested in the periphery of trout streams throughout the world. The periphery to me is the human and landscape aspect near a trout stream that is not necessarily fishing-centric. Farm workers and laborers, cowboys, hunters, Chilean gauchos, shepards and anyone else who may be a stakeholder near a river are examples of the trout stream periphery.
The Queen's Crown & Picabo. Fall 2016
Here's a shot from late yesterday afternoon of Silver Creek. We've had a lot of rain which is really well needed! It has also turned some of the brown back to green which will not last for long. Indian summer though for the rest of the week with highs in Picabo near 60.
East Oxbow. Silver Creek, Idaho.
This is Picabo, Idaho on a cool late October morning.
Trail Creek Pass and snow. October, 2016.
I suspect I drive Trail Creek Road nearly 100 times a season and it's a drive I've never gotten tired of. It won't be long until Trail Creek pass closes for the winter. It's a spectacular drive anyway you look at it...
Trail Creek Pass. Fall.
Trail Creek Summit and Fog. Early October.
Thinly veiled smoke drifts in front of the Lost River Range on an early morning this September.
Trail Creek Road and the Lost River Range. Idaho.
Silver Creek near Picabo, Idaho.
Silver Creek & The Queen's Crown. Idaho.
Here are two more images from a dust storm a few days ago on Silver Creek near Picabo, Idaho.
A short lived dust storm rolled through Picabo yesterday while I was checking out Silver Creek.