As the days grow longer

Winter in Hope Valley.  A time that most people do not make this a destination.  Although if you are a photographer it is indeed a great time to visit.  The only other souls you may run across are those that snowshoe or cross country ski.

I recently ran across a couple at one of the galleries I am currently represented  in that asked "Do you have any images of Hope Valley?".  They shared their stories of the location with me.  So I shared my story of this magical place.  And I hope you will indulge me some time here to do the same.

Hope Valley is the location where my family camped back in the sixties and seventies.  It was a time where I was learning my way in nature through hiking and fishing.  I have nothing but fond memories of this wonderful Sierra valley at 7,000 feet of elevation.  I also did some snow camping in my teens learning winter survival skills such as they were back then.  Building snow caves and tracking on snowshoes.

So it is no wonder that the pull of Hope Valley is so strong in me.  In fact, at the time my grandmother, or in Italian Noni, would also join us in the adventures along the Carson River.  She would spend the days in camp with a washboard cleaning our clothes, or making fresh pasta and meat sauce to be enjoyed in the evening around the campfire after a long day of hiking or fishing along the Carson.  Unfortunately the campground we spent our time in, Snowshoe Springs, has been closed for many many years.  However you can still park in the campground and spend time by the river.

So for those who love Hope Valley was much as I do, I would imagine that you spend time in the valley in fall, a time where many come to see the wonders of fall aspens, slowing rivers and chilly nights.  I would suggest that you take some time to go and enjoy this wonderful place in the winter.  It is truly a winter wonderland to behold.

Now on to the image itself.  This was captured a number of years ago in 2014.  While it was not a huge snow making year, this image represents the look of the Carson after a storm moves through.  What captured my eyes were the slowness of the river icing over leading back towards the peaks on the east side of the valley itself.  Snow covered rocks offset by the red of the bushes along the river near groves of bare aspens.  Just a hint of color in an otherwise blank slate of snow and ice.  No need for a long shutter speed to lengthen out the rushing water as the snow indeed accomplished the same thing.  But a wide angle lens (24mm) was used to capture as much of the landscape as possible.

I hope you are enjoying getting out into nature when you can do so safely.  This is one place where social distancing is easily accomplished while taking in the quiet of the snowy landscape only interrupted by the sounds of the running Carson river.

So I hope you enjoy!  And as always know I continue to chase the light especially as the light of day grows longer each and every day.