Windy Wintry Eastern Sierras | One Photo

In the early spring of 2020, right before the world seems to have collapsed, I was in the Eastern Sierras, living out of an old Dodge. The Eastern Sierras is probably my favourite place on Earth, and that time, they were the most beautiful I’ve ever seen them, as if they knew I wouldn’t be able to visit for a long time to come, if ever.

On one evening, I was returning to where I slept in the car from Mammoth, and just as the sun disappeared beyond the Sierra peaks, the winds picked up and started to sweep the fresh dusting of snow off them. The play of light together with the airborne snow dust created the most beautiful moments. I stopped at the side of the road and sat on the roof of the old car, enthralled by the dance of elements up in the domain of birds.

And for a few moments, it felt as if I myself could fly up there.

Those feelings of absolute freedom and absolute beauty… they help me to keep moving when the going gets tough.

I can’t wait to be back in the Sierras — but for now, I can at least remember all the beautiul moments I experienced there, of which this is only one.


One-Photo Series:

Grand Teton

Foggy Redwoods

Half Dome

Bridalveil Fall

Crater Lake

Mt Rainier

Mount Adams

Black Butte Drowned in Color

Years of Wisdom

Logan Pass View

Years of Wisdom | One Photo

In Washington state, there’s a place called Cape Flattery. To get to it, one has to drive on roads that look like if they didn’t go anywhere, and then hike a little ways down the coast.

It’s the land of the Makah Nation, and it’s one of the places filled with old wisdom and wonder.

When I was walking down to the cliffs, I was surrounded by the quiet hum of the old trees. Then, one of them simply captivated me – it was a tree broken and bent under the weight of years, but filled with wisdom and strength. I couldn’t explain it otherwise.

I spent more time with my hand pressed against its scarred bark, listening, than I did down by the coast watching the ocean. It was a very strange moment in which time felt like if it had a whole new dimension.

The tree has been there long before I was born, and will be there long after I die, and something about it just made me feel very… there’s really not a word that could describe it.

Black Butte Drowned in Color | One Photo

It was the first evening of the long trip. Only half an hour before, we descended the slopes of Mt Shasta back to camp, and I was feeling restless, fed by the mountain’s energy. Something hinted me to return to a turn in the road where we drove earlier that day, and I couldn’t but listen to the whisper.

Following it was more than worth it. When I reached that turn, the sun was just about to start its descent behind the mountain range to the west, and soon, the steep slopes of Black Butte were drowned in the most beautiful colours.

It was, hands down, one of the – or, probably THE – most beautiful sunset I’ve ever witnessed. The colors danced around the short but sharp peak and the air was buzzing with energy. I could feel it on my skin, and I could almost hear it, this hum, this crackle, and tunes of the song only the mountain with the choir of the sunset could sing.

Logan Pass View | One Photo

The view from above Logan Pass, most probably Going-to-the-sun Mountain or Matahapi Peak in the center and a part of Hanging gardens on the right. Glacier National Park, Montana.

Because sometimes, I just want to share photos that have a really special place in my heart or I’m really proud of, here and there, You’ll start seeing these published. I didn’t know how to do it for some time because honestly, I’m not very well off with website design, but I’ve decided to just do it the way I know. So here goes.

It was on my back from the very-not-pleasant weather that ruled the mountains above Logan Pass in Glacier National Park. Every other part of my body was drenched to the bone, but thanks to my rain shell jacket, at least my torso was more or less untouched and wasn’t going straight hypothermic. I encountered some interesting weather up there – hail/thunderstorm with winds that almost blew me off the mountain. Fun. A lot of fun…

It was only when the thick clouds/fog lifted that I could see anything; before, I was just drowning in the white nothingness surrounding me. The mountains showed themselves for a couple minutes and I could enjoy the beauty of it all, and see that in the eastern part of the park, it’s probably nice and, if not completely, at least almost-sunny.


Below, you can see a couple edits of this original image. I couldn’t decide which one I liked the most!

Bridalveil Fall | One Photo

Bridalveil Fall, Yosemite Valley, Yosemite National Park, California

Because sometimes, I just want to share photos that have a really special place in my heart or I’m really proud of, here and there, You’ll start seeing these published. I didn’t know how to do it for some time because honestly, I’m not very well off with website design, but I’ve decided to just do it the way I know. So here goes.

It was amazing to see the first light after a long drive through the dark. Coming to Yosemite often, it was a little different this time; I was on a mission. I was on a mission to show my parents why I love this place so much, to have them understand why I love the life I live.

It was easier than I thought. Bridalveil Fall in Yosemite Valley, our very first stop of the road trip I brought my parents on, did the job almost immediately.

The soft morning light made the waterfall seem to be falling right from heaven. Cold droplets of pristine water carried by the winds landed on our faces. One look at my parents’ eyes was enough to see that they, too, were immediately charmed by the beauty of Yosemite. And we’ve barely just begun…

Foggy Redwoods | One Photo

A road is buried deep in the darkness of the tall redwoods. The  narrow view of the sky is filled with fog. The wall of threes is dark green, more like black. Only two lonely tiny orange lights shine.

Because sometimes, I just want to share photos that have a really special place in my heart or I’m really proud of, here and there, You’ll start seeing these published. I didn’t know how to do it for some time because honestly, I’m not very well off with website design, but I’ve decided to just do it the way I know. So here goes.

This eerie picture was taken when I drove through the redwood forest towards the campground where I was staying. The sun hasn’t touched the ground there for a few days. Everything was covered in dew, including me; whenever I walked even for just a tiny little while, little drops of water condensated on my eyelashes.

It’s around midday in the picture, even though it might not seem so. The clouds, the fog, and the tall trees made the it seem like if the ground was experiencing twilight all day long. Everything was unbelievably quiet and tranquil; all sound were softened and muffled by the fog and all seemed perfectly still…