I’ve always been drawn to this house on Red Bank Road. Years later I realized it looked similar painting by Carrington.
A nearly solitary walk from Elterwater to Grasmere.
After coffee and croissants at Cafe Martin, we spent three hours wandering through Prospect Park, enjoying a perfectly clear blue autumn sky and the fall foliage for which New England is famous. The light! Now, back in Austin all I see are drippy gray skies and dull green. The temperatures were in the mid-70s, a bit warm for Brooklyn for the beginning of November.
Every photograph is a mini-destination, a momentary stopping point frozen in time. Thoughts on two scenes on Ruta 9 headed toward Puerta Natales, Chile.
To the theme of Hokusai’s One Hundred Views of Mt. Fuji.
Some good info on this hike:Backpack the Q Circuit
Early snowfall on Almirante Nieto. We are just about to enter the Parque Nacional Torres del Paine after a long, bumpy, dusty bus ride. Note: “Almirante Nieto was the first mountain climbed in Torres del Paine park in 1937 by German climbers Hans Teufel and Stefan Zuck, of the Bavarian Mountain Club. These brave explorers reached the summit east, by climbing the northeast edge in front of the three Towers
From Santiago we flew to Punta Arenas to board the M/N Forrest on which we’d spend our first night. The colors in the fading daylight were intense, the land bathed in gold and the choppy waters of the strait a steely, glinting gunmetal gray. This little cove was littered with abandoned houses, boats, and cars. And the ones that were operable were difficult to differentiate from the derelicts. It’s a