It was two hours past midnight and 15 degrees out and when I stopped to grab this photo of Giant. I have taken many shots from this location but was never impressed by the turnout. On this occasion I had forgotten a vital piece of equipment that was essential to hooking up my tripod head… […]

This secret camp on the Great Sacandaga has become a resting place in passing times where the flies stops to have a drink.

Escaping just to return… falling just to feel the come back.