Ok, it’s a little early in the season to be obsessed with snow, but it’s still interesting that the valleys remain their tawny, gray and purple November colors while much of Mt. Mansfield, Vermont’s highest peak, had enough snow to ski on yesterday. Some of it was shot out of snow guns, but most of it was real. By the way, snow guns are loud and at relatively warm temperatures the manmade snow is wet, so skiing by them is like walking through a cold shower and past a running jet. Alpine skiers and snowboarders seemed to be on almost every trail, hiking up to get their first turns of the year.
Just your typical zoom-lens shot, but maybe it looks a little like Django Reinhardt sounds. The guitarist is Greg Evans, who performed gypsy jazz with clarinetist Dan Liptak at the Montpelier Concert Crawl last winter.
Millersburg, PA, in September. One of those great Susquehanna River towns and home of the last known all-wooden double stern-wheel ferry in America, or so the sign says. Twenty-five miles upriver from Harrisburg.
It was hot and dry when I was in Portland in August, but it’s still extremely cool in Oregon. The Pacific currents that sweep down from Alaska make the water along the coast freezing — in the low 50s — although that doesn’t seem to hamper anybody’s enjoyment of the beach. Above, Cape Lookout State Park. Although the air temperature in Portland is 10 or more degrees warmer than it is on the coast, it’s still an exceedingly cool city, from the ubiquitous bicycles to the hip bungalows and the overflowing produce stands of the downtown farmers market. Below, a night cyclist in the Clinton section of southeast Portland and the Columbia River Gorge at Hood River. Click here for a slideshow of Portland and some of the coast and the Coast Range.
Vermont Route 12 from Montpelier to Morrisville is a beautiful road, especially in its upper reaches, where it cuts through a near-wilderness of forested hills and along the North Branch of the Winooski River. It’s a road used daily by commuters, tourists, and local trucks. It’s also a major cycling route and you’ll almost always see somebody pedaling up its easy (for Vermont) grades or coasting down them. The road cuts through wetlands and it’s not unusual to see moose and, less commonly, bear. But most people — except for kayakers who paddle the North Branch when the water’s high enough for them to run the falls and pools — don’t realize that the real beauty is just off the road, where the North Branch cascades through the woods. It’s one of the most beautiful places in Vermont. Access is easy when you know where to go, and some of the people who do know what’s there leave behind beer cans, tires, an occasional sofa, and campsites. The Vermont River Conservancy has been working to preserve the area and to eventually make it better known and appreciated. I’ve been photographing parts of it for the VRC.
Recently attended an excellent wedding in Parkersburg, WVA, where the brown Ohio River rolls under bridges marked so the tow boats can be sure their loads won’t scrape. Parkersburg was deserted over the weekend, but there was lots to see if you roamed the streets.
Montpelier, VT, above; below, Green Point, Brooklyn, NY; all the rest, East Montpelier, VT. All taken with a Fuji X-E1, except the whitewater photos. The X-E1 is small retro-looking camera with an electronic viewfinder and a relatively large sensor (APS-C), that is now on sale all over the place because the X-E2 is out. Doesn’t quite fit in your pocket, but smaller than a DSLR and with a sensor as big as most entry-level DSLRs. X-E1 review here. If you wonder why green is a big deal around here, look at the shades of brown in the April post below.