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Are you struggling with capturing the grandeur of mountains? My tips for using the telephoto lens to convey a sense of scale will help you convey the majesty of towering mountains . Please read the article at this link. I hope you enjoy!

This image: For an ever so brief moment, the towering cliff faces of Castle Mountain in the Canadian Rockies emerge beautifully from clearing clouds. For a sense of scale, note the pine trees on the bottom left!

Please enjoy the incredible images my participants captured on our Namibia, Patagonia, Canadian Rockies and Greenland Photography Tours!

Photography Tours and Adventures!:

1) Wild Patagonia Photography Tour
March 30 - April 9, 2025 - 1 Spot Remains
Hiking/Camping Extension: April 9 - 15, 2025 - 3 Spots Remain

2) Best of the Canadian Rockies Photography Tour
September 14 - 18, 2025
September 20 - 24, 2025

3) Algonquin Autumn Splendor Photography Tour
October 1 - 4, 2025

4) Surreal Namibia Photography Tour
May 5 - 20, 2026
June 4 - 19, 2026

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I Won't Be There, August 10. (Fox warren)

I Won't Be There - Skinshape
August 10 - Khruangbin

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Foxwarren (2018) – Foxwarren
Sunset Canyon
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Lost In A Dream
In Another Life
Lost on You
Give It a Chance
To Be
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Your Small Town
Fall Into a Dream
I'll Be Alright
Everything Apart

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My armour is like that of turtles. And I have the soul of a talking bear. Among wolves and goats of the heights so am I, I have the skin of a beaver. Green lakes and endless forests. Like that time, I want to go back. And in my memory they darken again. Those sensations are memories of former lives. And the fog confused me. I saw your shadow and I chased you. I see you swimming among the reeds. Talk to me, tell me it's true. In the distance I see you running. Wait for me, tell me it's you. Sunset mirages, was it true or did I imagine it?

I'm a swift fox again. I was punished to return. Tell me, where are you going? Last night I saw you pass by. I know you won't come back. I'm a swift fox again. I was punished to come back. Earth, tell me where are you going?... someday you'll stop... you will not rotate again...
El último de la fila
Zorro veloz / Swift fox

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Una expresión en tus ojos me tomó por sorpresa. ¿Dónde estaba yo? ¿Cómo iba a saberlo? ¿Cómo podemos ir en coche a ver una película? Cuando la música está aquí en mi coche, hay una banda tocando en la radio con un ritmo de guitarras que riman. Están tocabdo: Oh Yeah... en la radio.
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In Japan they say you shouldn't worry because there are never any problems. If a problem has a solution, why worry? And if it doesn't have a solution, why worry?
The problem was not solved, but to hell with the problem. The radio is connected again... it's playing: Oh Yeah on the radio

Rock DJ
¿Puedo patearlo?... sí, puedes. Tengo... funk. Tienes... soul. Tenemos a todo el mundo. Tengo el don. Voy a meterlo en la portería. Es hora de mover el cuerpo.
Houston, ¿me oyes?
Control de tierra, ¿puedes sentirme?
Necesito permiso... para aterrizar...

PS: Sincerely... I don't think there was a fox there.

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View from the top of Monte Brè
Lugano, Switzerland
December 2024

"Here is the dream: I see that I am lying in bed. Feeling neither good nor bad, I am lying on my back. But I begin to wonder whether it is a good thing for me to be lying there; and it seems to me that there is something wrong with my legs; whether they are too short or uneven, I do not know, but there is something awkward about them. As I start to move my legs, I begin to wonder how and on what I am lying, something that up till now had not entered my mind. Looking about my bed, I see that I am lying on some cords woven together and attached to the sides of the bed. My heels are resting on one of the cords and my lower legs on another in an uncomfortable way.

Somehow I know that these cords can be shifted. Moving one leg, I push away the furthest cord. It seems to me that it will be more comfortable that way. But I have pushed it too far away; I try to catch it, but this movement causes another cord to slip out from under my legs, leaving them hanging down. I rearrange my whole body, quite certain I will be settled now; but this movement causes still other cords to shift and slip out from under me, and I see that the whole situation is getting worse: the whole lower part of my body is sinking and hanging down, and my feet are not touching the ground. I am supported only along the upper part of my back, and for some reason I begin to feel not only uncomfortable but terrified. Only now do I ask myself what had not yet occurred to me: where am I and what am I lying on? I begin to look around, and the first place I look is down toward where my body is dangling, in the direction where I feel I must soon fall. I look below, and I cannot believe my eyes. I am resting on a height such as I could never have imagined, a height alto-gether unlike that of the highest tower or mountain.

I cannot even tell whether I can see anything down below in the bottomless depths of the abyss over which I am hanging and into which I am drawn. My heart stops, and I am overcome with horror. It is horrible to look down there. I feel that if I look down, I will immediately slip from the last cord and perish. I do not look, yet not looking is worse, for now I am thinking about what will happen to me as soon as the last cord breaks. I feel that I am losing the last ounce of my strength from sheer terror and that my back is slowly sinking lower and lower. Another instant and I shall break away. And then a thought occurs to me: this cannot be real. It is just a dream. I will wake up. I try to wake up, but I cannot. ‘What am I to do, what am I to do?’ I ask myself, looking up.

Above me there is also an abyss. I gaze into this abyss of sky and try to forget about the one below, and I actually do forget. The infinity below repels and horrifies me; the infinity above attracts me and gives me strength. Thus I am hanging over the abyss suspended by the last of the cords that have not yet slipped out from under me. I know I am hanging there, but I am only looking upward, and my terror passes. As it happens in a dream, a voice is saying, ‘Mark this, this is it!’ I gaze deeper and deeper into the infinity above me, and I seem to grow calm. I recall everything that has hap-pened, and I remember how it all came about: how I moved my legs, how I was dangling there, the horror that came over me, and how I was saved from the horror by looking up. And I ask myself, ‘Well, am I still hanging here?’

And as soon as I glance around, I feel with my whole body a support that is holding me up. I can see that I am no longer dangling or falling but am firmly sup-ported. I ask myself how I am being supported; I touch myself, look around, and see that there is a single cord underneath the centre of my body, that when I look up I am lying on it firmly balanced, and that it alone has supported me all along. As it happens in a dream, the mechanism by which I am supported seems quite natural, understandable, and beyond doubt, in spite of the fact that when I am awake the mechanism is completely incomprehensible. In my sleep I am even astonished that I had not understood this before. It seems that there is a pillar beside me and that there is no doubt of the solidity of the pillar, even though it has nothing to stand on. The cord is somehow very cleverly yet very simply attached to the pillar, leading out from it, and if you place the middle of your body on the cord and look up, there cannot even be a question of falling. All this was clear to me, and I was glad and at peace. Then it is as if someone is saying to me, ‘See that you remember.’

And I awoke."

Leo Tolstoy, Confession

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