Thanks for this post, Rachel. It took me back a few years to when I was at CSU in Ft. Collins and we'd hike up the Poudre (with full packs!) to some finger lakes above the tree line. We climbed one of the surrounding peaks and I remember my roommate's girlfriend peeling an orange once we reached the top, biting into it, and saying to me, "that's the best f**king orange I've ever had!" No way I could do that hike now so thanks for taking me/us on yours. ;-)
Thanks for taking us on this hike. I could not have done it, that's for sure. And as always, the images are beautiful. The melting ice zoom-in could easily be a painting.
Beautiful country Rachel, and well done for conquering the trail. I often find that I need to compromise the photography for the hike or vice versa. You can't do everything. I also find a repeat visit, to the best locations in the best light, irresitable. I look forward to reading about your next trip to this location!
Truly, truly beautiful it was thst day; those photos strike me to the heart. I've journeyed high in the Rockies all my life seeking that perception, that reality.
Does the beauty abide on dry season days too, or on cold with ice and snow obscuring the waters?
Where does the beauty go if the lakes are crowded with hikers and multicolored tents are in every flat space up there? Do we have to seek out the diminishing Isolated spots still free of our kind?
I pray, pray that I be granted that blessing to see that exhilarating beauty in all conditions up there and down here too. The indigenous peoples spoke of walking in beauty, Religious folk talk of walking in the presence of God. What a blessing- to experience that always, an old friend always at ones side, even to the moment of my departure.
"Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight"
Bruce Cockburn
True that, Mark!
Thanks for this post, Rachel. It took me back a few years to when I was at CSU in Ft. Collins and we'd hike up the Poudre (with full packs!) to some finger lakes above the tree line. We climbed one of the surrounding peaks and I remember my roommate's girlfriend peeling an orange once we reached the top, biting into it, and saying to me, "that's the best f**king orange I've ever had!" No way I could do that hike now so thanks for taking me/us on yours. ;-)
That's a fantastic story! Thanks for sharing.
Mountains, please!
You are really selling the beauty of Colorado, Rachel. It looks glorious!
Thank you so much Sarah! Such kind words 🫶🏻
I absolutely love the wildflower and mountain photo Rachel!
Thank you Shital!
Thanks for taking us on this hike. I could not have done it, that's for sure. And as always, the images are beautiful. The melting ice zoom-in could easily be a painting.
Thanks Glenn! 🫶🏻
💜 Super gorgeous and well-earned views! (Did I miss where these beautiful lakes are in the world - apologies if I missed it..?)
Oh yeah! I definitely didn't say that we were still in Colorado 😍
Beautiful country Rachel, and well done for conquering the trail. I often find that I need to compromise the photography for the hike or vice versa. You can't do everything. I also find a repeat visit, to the best locations in the best light, irresitable. I look forward to reading about your next trip to this location!
Thanks James! I definitely want to shoot there again with better light. It was a stunning location!
Truly, truly beautiful it was thst day; those photos strike me to the heart. I've journeyed high in the Rockies all my life seeking that perception, that reality.
Does the beauty abide on dry season days too, or on cold with ice and snow obscuring the waters?
Where does the beauty go if the lakes are crowded with hikers and multicolored tents are in every flat space up there? Do we have to seek out the diminishing Isolated spots still free of our kind?
I pray, pray that I be granted that blessing to see that exhilarating beauty in all conditions up there and down here too. The indigenous peoples spoke of walking in beauty, Religious folk talk of walking in the presence of God. What a blessing- to experience that always, an old friend always at ones side, even to the moment of my departure.
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