Showing posts with label photograph. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photograph. Show all posts

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Winter Is Coming

The Starks were right.

And I heard from the trees a great parade

All things go, all things go

Be still and know your sign

I'll put you right in it, I'll show you the sky

Dreamlike, on account of that frosting

The sweet delights of a wild funnel cake


If you've got the patience, celebrate the ancients

And we laughed at the beatitudes of a thousand lines

Figure an hour in for thawing out frozen shoes

Sunday, July 29, 2012

In Pictures

Salt addict. (Body, not bath.)

Dutch Lake: For bears only.

Evidence of a rub down.

The Huxtables.

Considerably more chill than their parents.

Shale-om.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Heads Will Roll

Rhyacophila belona

Rhyacophila potteri

Rhyacophila vaccua

*All photographs by Joe Giersch and his fancy equipment

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Don't Stop Belizing

Rig

Guantanamo

Photosynthesis in action

Runs all the way to the ocean

Tracker-jacker town

Cahal Pech Mayan mojo

Just your average ancient hallway

Belize's Next Top Model candidate

It's not a tumor

Probably where wish-granting fishes hang out

Frolicking ferns

The industrious leaf-cutter ant

Vermilion, white, and blue

Belizean fireflies are among the most talented in the world

This lime is orange.

This is lime is flamboyant. And probably drunk.

Okay, two guys are stranded on an island, and the first guys says to the other guy...

Sky Pirates

Drafty house

Fancy thatch-work

Electrolytes!

There is a hammock at the end of this pier

Sargasso invasion = stinky swimming

Monkey River Town living

A howler monkey has a voice like a sci-fi monster being stabbed in the throat with a magical spear,
wailing as it is swept up in a whirlwind headed back to hell. Still, the babies are pretty cute.

Verdant veins

Pick a little, talk a little

Blinded by the Light, with Manfred Manatee

Talk about an over-done ending...

Friday, September 23, 2011

4 days, 46 miles, 17 crossings, 114 rub trees: Scenes from the Nyack Loop

Home is wherever I'm with you

A procession of professionals

Walking the wreath around Stimson

None but shining hours
After the flood, the flow is steady
Strange flowers smell of nothing

Backcountry kingdom
Raised by racoons

Enjoy your worries, you may never have them again

Kickstarter

Short steps, long horns