The Mount Hunt Divide is a relatively uncommon and remote destination for many people hiking in Grand Teton National Park. Sandwiched between Granite and Open Canyons, it sees little traffic compared to its canyon neighbors just a bit farther north.… Keep reading...
Some stories are simply the result of serendipity. On this particular day, I wasn’t out to do any photography and I wasn’t looking for anything particular. I was simply driving to town in Jackson from my home in Kelly to take care of some errands. A bit of adulting.
Driving past the snowy white landscape of the National Elk Refuge on an early December morning during a particularly snowy year, I noticed a beige stripe running up the east side of Miller Butte in the distance.… Keep reading...
Every now and then, the northern lights make an appearance over Jackson Hole, Wyoming. On one such occasion, I was temporarily living in the town of Jackson instead my current home in Kelly, Wyoming, which discretely occupies a small southern corner of Grand Teton National Park. Realizing I hadn’t yet photographed the auroras from the nearby National Elk Refuge, I drove over shortly after dark to begin photographing them.… Keep reading...
Most wildlife photographers have an elusive animal: an animal that despite their best efforts, they simply haven’t been able to get a decent shot of. For over a decade and a half, one such animal for me was the pine marten, aka, the American marten. People, photographers and non-photographers, would constantly tell me about them.… Keep reading...
Each spring, thousands of elk migrate north from the National Elk Refuge into Grand Teton National Park, Bridger-Teton National Forest, and even beyond. Large herds occupy Antelope Flats for weeks as they follow the green grass sprouting up after the snow’s melted.
On one spring evening, I was heading home from a hike, and found a small elk herd in the flats.… Keep reading...
Birding always seemed like it was a hobby for other types of people. I certainly would never become a birder. Despite this, I still loved the movie, The Big Year. As an avid wildlife enthusiast and photographer, I could still appreciate the humor and scenarios of the plot.
One early spring day in May, I was guiding a photography workshop for a pair of friends, and it came to my attention that they hadn’t yet seen this movie, despite their professed love of birds.… Keep reading...