Well, maybe a bit more than a year… While I would like to put all my pictures here, I think in the interest of brevity I’ll just put up a few. If you would like to see some more check out my Flickr albums. Continue reading
I had intended to get this post up last week, but as sometimes happens life intervened and I got sidetracked. The month of September kept me busy with two trips to the Grand Canyon – a backpacking trip down to the Colorado River from the South Rim followed a couple weeks later with a photo trip to the North Rim.
I’m something of a desert rat, so while the Alaska trip was not my first experience with extreme cold it’s not something I do on a regular basis. This post is intended to be a summary of what worked and what didn’t.
While our trip to Alaska was primarily to photograph the aurora, it turns out there was quite a bit to do during the day as well. When we arrived in Fairbanks the latest snow storm was just wrapping up and we took a little walk around downtown. Smaller than I expected, Fairbanks has a population somewhere around 32,000 which makes it the 2nd largest city in Alaska.
I don’t have a “Bucket List” per se, although there are things that I would like to get around to doing. One of those things has been to see the Aurora Borealis. This month the Missus and I spent a week in Alaska where we had the chance to do just that at a Northern Lights workshop presented by Beth Ruggiero-York along with Arizona Highways Photography Workshops . There is an element of luck involved in viewing the Northern Lights. The closer to the pole you are the better the chance, and of course it needs to be dark enough to see it, which means winter. The weather needs to be clear, and finally the sun has to cooperate by being active.
Earlier this month we took a trip to Acadia National Park in Maine for a taste of autumn. Living in the southwestern desert as we do we were expecting uncomfortably cold weather, but to our pleasant surprise it generally didn’t feel as cold as the temperature sounded.
I’ll admit to not being much of a bird watcher. I don’t generally look for them but once in a while one will catch my attention. On our trip to South Africa we couldn’t help but notice hundreds of different species.