channeling norman rockwell

As we loaded up the car to head back to D.C. that weekend, I couldn't help myself from snapping off a few photos of those who'd come to enjoy a picnic in the woods awash in autumnal shades. The scene of these two older women setting the table, gingham tablecloth and all, was too picturesque for me not to take a guerrilla shot at them.
(ISO 100, f/8.0, 1/80s)

munchkin in motion

As I tried to take static photos of the fall colors with a crash pad on my back and a day pack across my chest, a toddler "ruined" my shot. His parents apologized profusely for the "intrusion". I smiled slyly, knowing that the photo he'd joined had far more character than what I was attempting. Can't you hear his laughter echoing through the hillside?
(ISO 100, f/11.0, 1/4s)

bouldering playground

The road into Coopers Rock State Forest is often populated by daytripping hikers and topropers. We boulderers tend to stay a bit longer, especially with weather and foliage like this. How could we not!?
(ISO 100, f/ 8.0, 1/60s)

reflected in the lens

Last weekend, I headed off to Coopers Rock State Forest again in West Virginia. While waiting for the campsite to get moving, I took the Nikon out. My eye caught a reflection yet again.
(ISO 800, f/7.1, 1.0s)

quiet contemplation

Climbing is my religion. It is in the woods where I see God's grandeur most clearly. I know I am not alone in this feeling.

(ISO 800, f/3.5, 1/400s)