I took a hike and camped below this peak to capture some pictures during the golden hour times. Picture Peak is the actual name of this peak, standing at 13,120 ft in the Sierra Mountains.
North Glacier Pass
To the right of Banner Peak is North Glacier Pass. The walk to the pass in the summer is a wonder of flower-filled meadows and a meandering creek.
The last rays of sun light up some old trees on Tuolumne Peak in Yosemite National Park.
This beautiful lake is one of several in Kings Canyon National Park that sits in a basin below a high pass. I got here as part of an five day backpack trip that involved much cross-country travel.
Banner Peak Reflection
I was treated to a spectacular sunrise on the shores of Thousand Island Lake.
It is early summer is the Sierra Mountains at the foot of one of the most scenic mountains.
I headed out to Thousand Island Lake for a few days of camping. I was happy to see the possibility of stormy weather. Each day brought beautiful clouds that we just don't see on the coast.
The sun reflects off some cloud over a small pond in Kings Canyon National Park.
We camped near this small lake in Kings Canyon National Park. At sunset we walked around the lake as the setting sun illuminated the sky and reflected in the lake.
A small creek flows through a meadow refecting the last light in Kings Canyon National Park.
I walked on every side of this magical little lake as the sun sank deeper under the horizon.
Ribbon of Cloud
The last light of day reflects on clouds and in a small lake in Dusy Basin in Kings Canyon National Park.
Days End Reflection
Catch a Falling Star
Milky Way and Stars
Banner Peak at Island Pass
We set up a base camp at Thousand Island Lake. From there we hiked up to Island Pass and the small lakes at the pass.
We woke up around 11:30 to take photos of Banner Peak as the moon was rising in the East.
Merced River & Yosemite Falls
It was an unusually cold day in June in Yosemite Valley.
The Sierra Mountains are my backyard where I have been fortunate to visit again and again ...traveling where only feet can take you.
In the coolness of the morning, the river blows off some steam. The first sun hits the surrounding Sierra Mountains.
Sunrise on Mt. Whitney
Though there were no clouds in the sky this morning, I love the orange glow of the light hitting the peaks and slopes on the Sierra crest around Mt. Whitney.