Orange Sherbert

Two skiers prepare for an early morning ski tour in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah.

A pink and blue sky hangs over Mount Superior in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah.

Skier Adam Riser makes a deep powder turn in Grizzly Gulch near Alta, Utah.

|| 5 A.M. rolls around and I give the alarm a slap. Botch the coffee (too early), don’t forget the boots, load the truck, and… dang, did I forget my headlamp? Nope, it’s on my head. Meet up with Adam, Erme arrives, load Adam’s truck, and start driving. Hit the trailhead parking lot, slap the skis on the ground, shoot a headlamp photo that might work out, and start skinning. My lungs hurt, bad. Skin, skin, and skin more until morning breaks. Pause on the skin track and take in the view. Meet the guys at the top, shoot another photo, pack the camera, drop into my line, and enjoy. I blew right by that perfect patch of shooting light. Screw it, this is too much fun. Hollar, high five, and head for home. ||

Salt Lake City Library

A photo of the interior of the Salt Lake City Public Library from one of the highest catwalks inside.

|| I shot this photo from the highest catwalk inside the Salt Lake City Public Library. Desks and sitting areas are hidden behind the square pillars to the right and the library proper is to the left. Every Sunday the ground level is packed with vendors selling crafts and customers milling about the vendors. Massive windows allow light to fill the building all day. After moving to Salt Lake City from Maine, I quickly discovered that this was one of my favorite buildings in the downtown area. ||

Sebago

A rocking chair sits empty on the porch.

Fog hangs in the forest in Sebago, Maine

My mother watches the sunset over Hancock Pond in Sebago, Maine

|| Sebago, Maine is a blip on the radar to most people. At the outskirts of town you’re an hour away from the nearest city, and when you’re in town you’re forty minutes from the nearest highway. Stop signs exist only when roads cross in a way that necessitates legal signage and stoplights are non-existant. Houses are spaced far apart and yards are given room to breathe. Really, living in Sebago is about living in a certain amount of solitude. Solitude is rare and replenishing; these days it isn’t often that you’re treated to clear skies, quiet nights, and unpolluted horizons. ||

Stars Again

A silhouette of a star gazer watching the starry, night sky over Stanley, Idaho.

|| We left Salt Lake City and its light-polluted sky and found something better in Stanley, Idaho. Just outside of Stanley there’s a particular campsite on a particular hill; it’s hard to reach but worth the effort. You can see a full 360 degrees of clear sky from this campsite. A faint glimmer of light shines into the sky from town; it’s hardly enough to distract from the stars that fill the sky.

Nights like this remind me of Maine. ||