Happy birthday to my father. Thanks to him, it’s never been difficult for me to understand what it means to be a great man. Intelligent but humble, strong but kind, the list of admirable traits he embodies every day in life is much to long to list. Here’s to many great years to come.
I recently returned from my first trip to Death Valley. If you’ve never been there, the best way I can describe it is it’s like taking a trip to Mars. Barrenly beautiful, Death Valley’s sand dunes set against a backdrop of rugged red mountain ranges make it a photographers Shangri-la. My mother and I took this selfie out at Zabriskie Point during our last sunrise of the trip. You’d best believe I’ll be returning for a second showing soon.
@taylorelleklein and I had every intention of leaving Tahoe early and beating the Sunday traffic back to San Francisco. We’d grab breakfast, maybe stop and take a photo or two. We got to talking to the friendly owner of our breakfast stop and she’d insisted that at the price of a short drive in the wrong direction, we’d find one of the best views of Lake Tahoe. Man-o-man do locals know best. After a short hike we’d found ourselves standing hundreds of feet over the icey-blue water of the lake, which lay at the foreground of the freshly snow-capped peaks like a red carpet. A view well worth the extra time in traffic we’d found ourselves in as a result of being awesomely sidetracked. Thank you @creative__crepes for sending us in the “wrong” direction.