Back in Action!

Hey everyone! After 2 years shut down, sooooo happy to be back at State College’s Central PA Festival of the Arts!!! Having grown up only about a half an hour from here and gone to college here I consider this my “hometown” festival of sorts.

This is the one that started it all for me back in 2016! Hoping to see some familiar faces this weekend, the weather looks great and I’ve got lots of fresh work for those who haven’t seen me in a couple years! So come on out, say hi and let Nature sooth your soul…

My best,

Brandon

P.S. - I’m booth A-57, same spot as previous years!

Happy Summer Solstice/Welcome Newcomers/Festival Info and an Award?!!

Hey everyone! I slipped away there for a bit since late April as the pace of life exploded much like the blooming season! See what I did there?? ;-)

All joking aside, it has been a whirlwind since that Lewisburg Art Festival the last Saturday in April! A lot of exciting things both in Nature and here on my end have been playing out in time. And here we are, a few days into official Summer already. So belated Happy Summer Solstice to you all! I hope everyone has been enjoying the growing days of the sun and is living it up as life hits the peaking point here for a few weeks!

I also would like to welcome many newcomers to Tales from the Trail, I’m so happy you’re here! Most posts are more exciting than this one is going to be, haha, I just wanted to cast a line back out there before too much time went by again and to provide some updated art festival info. Also, for you first timers and everyone else, what I said in my last blog about having a few more tests on my end to ensure the proper completion of transferring from Mailchimp to Squarespace remains the same - probably 2-3 posts yet I hope and I will most likely discontinue the Mailchimp campaign and move solely to Squarespace, so please bare with the two versions in your inboxes until I’m certain everything is good on my end.

Speaking of more exciting things to look forward to… I’ve got my April, May, and June backpacks to catch you up on (yes I am 6 for 6 in my quest to get out at least once every month of the calendar year, that’s a pretty darn good day in baseball!), as well as Wilderness Solitude Part 2 - the Isle Royale adventure, and one more special treat I have planned before I think I can finally say I am current gosh darnit!!! We’ll get there, I promise!

But, most importantly today, what I want to promote is this coming weekends’ Manayunk Arts Festival! I’m quite excited to be doing this show for the first time and perhaps see some familiar faces from previous lifetimes! I’m going to tag anyone I can think of on social media and if you are anywhere in the Philadelphia area and don’t have plans this weekend, I’d love to see you come visit!

Key Info -

Booth #106

Right on Main St. in Manayunk, Philadelphia, PA

Saturday June 25th - 11am-7pm

Sunday June26th - 11am-6pm

www.brandonklinewnp.com/art-festival-lineup-2022


Oh and something I’m very proud of that I never shared after the Stockley Gardens Art Festival in Norfolk, VA back in late May… my first Award!!! An Award of Merit, recognizing me in the top 6 out of 120 Artists and the only photographer to win an award! Again, I am extremely proud of this recognition as I’ve been striving hard for many years towards showcasing fine art nature photography of the highest quality. And I feel like now with the new booth and continuing to work towards the best display I can possibly manage, things are beginning to come together… Let’s keep em’ comin’!

Ok, I’ve got lots to do between now and 11am Saturday morning in Manayunk but I sincerely hope to see as many of you as possible and stay tuned, it’s going to be a busy Summer and Autumn ahead…! Oh, but please enjoy a few teasers of my more recent outings just for stopping by…

As always, all my best,

Brandon

Art Festival Season!!!

Hello everyone! I hope this finds everyone all well and good and hopefully enjoying some lovely Spring days after yet another plummet earlier this week! I was out in it for my April backpack and brrrrr! Haha, but more on that next week. This message is to give you an early outlook at my upcoming Festival season! Perhaps coming to a town near you??!…

I will give updates as the year progresses and any changes come about. But here is a list of current jury acceptances and committals on my end. The jury and application process are still out on several more.

Also, the process of moving to Squarespace email campaigns from Mailchimp seems to be going great! I have a couple more tests to confirm on my end but if things keep going the way they have been I would say most likely within 2-3 more posts I will discontinue the Mailchimp campaign and just be sending the Squarespace version. Please let me know if you have ANY objections or feelings one way or the other!

I am super excited to kick things off tomorrow in Lewisburg, PA! This is a quick one-day hitter, but one I thoroughly enjoyed opening the season with in 2018 and 2019. So stoked to be back after a 2 year shutdown! I hope to see some familiar faces tomorrow and meet several new ones…!

Lewisburg Celebration of the Arts - Lewisburg, PA

Saturday April 30th - 10am-5pm

Stockley Gardens Spring Arts Festival - Norfolk, VA

Saturday May 21st - 10am-5pm

Sunday May 22nd - 12pm-5pm

Manyunk Arts Festival - Manayunk, Philadelphia, PA

Saturday June 25th - 11am-7pm

Sunday June 26th -11am-6pm

Central Pennsylvania Festival of the Arts - State College, PA

Thursday July 14th - Sunday July 17th (Official times to come)

Lake George Art & Craft Festival - Lake George, Adirondacks, NY

Friday July 29th - Sunday July 31st (Official times to come)

Mount Gretna Outdoor Art Show - Mt. Gretna, PA

Saturday August 20th - 9am-6pm

Sunday August 21st - 9am-5pm

Stowe Foliage Arts Festival - Stowe, VT

Friday October 7th - Sunday October 9th (Official times to come)

P.S. - I have a fancy, new look with a TrimLine booth and several other upgrades I’ve made over the past two years since you last saw me that I can’t wait to unveil for you…! :-)

All my best and I hope to see you soon,

Brandon

Renewal

Happy Earth Day everyone! Spring - the first 3 words that come to my mind are renewal, jubilance, and rejuvenation.

I love this time of year (I know, I say that at least once every season!). But it’s true. Watching the Earth come back to life from its Winter slumber is so, well, rejuvenating!!!

Although it can be a back and forth struggle as the two seasons collide and create all kinds of extreme weather. Here in central PA we just had a couple days of freezing temps, crazy winds and anywhere from 1-5 inches of snow reported in various regions following several days of beautiful warm weather, and it’s going to be warm again this weekend… Must be April?!😂.

Doing what I do, between my art and landscaping work, I am generally outside a solid 70-80% of my day and I can tell you there is no mistaking the affects of Climate Change these past few years. I know April can be a turbulent month, but what I have witnessed in this area alone over the last roughly 5 years are not the same extremities I grew up with 30, even 20 years ago.

Alas, this is not a doom and gloom entry. In fact, it is to celebrate the beauty and magnificence of the budding blooms, intoxicating fragrances, and bright fresh green this time of year brings back to us! It’s so, well, jubilant!

I’ll keep this one short, as I know I’ve dumped a lot on you lately. I just wanted to extend Earth Day greetings and say thank you so much to everyone who has been following along on this journey! I have a few more backstories I want to share through May yet but I should have you caught up by then!

And one more note - Lewisburg Art Festival Saturday April 30th!!! Can’t wait to be back after 2 years shut down! I am a corner booth, 518 I believe. I’ll reiterate this again next week sometime as well as give you an initial festival outlook of my upcoming schedule from now through October this year! I so hope to see as many of you as possible again this season!

Alright, enjoy a few of my favorite photographs from my collection that say, well, renewal…

With my utmost gratitude and all my best,

Brandon

“Innocence” - Brandon Kline

“May Your Spirit Be the Guide” - Brandon Kline

“Life’s Possibilities” - Brandon Kline

"Fortune and Glory" - Image Spotlight Release

“Get off the tracks at Belton Station (now West Glacier), and in a few minutes you will find yourself in the midst of what you are sure to say is the best care-killing scenery on the continent. Give a month at least to this precious reserve. The time will not be taken from the sum of your life. Instead of shortening, it will indefinitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal. Nevermore will time seem short or long, and cares will never again fall heavily on you, but gently and kindly as gifts from heaven.” - John Muir - Our National Parks, 1901

This has always been one of my favorite quotes on Glacier. It is also one of those things I sincerely hope to accomplish some year - giving at least a month at one continuous time to this precious reserve!

And a Happy Birthday to John Muir! He would be 184 today were he still out there… I think he’s still “out there,” don’t you?!😉

I wasn’t even going to be here that night. I had left Bowman Lake campground and was sitting back in West Glacier on midday of the day I was going to exit Glacier and begin the return journey home. I was on the phone with Anna, and as we were talking, I started thinking to myself - maybe one more day/night here…

I had woken up that morning to rain falling on my exposed hammock set up. Having not been expecting rain AT ALL, I did not not put my rain fly over! Oh well, a little soggy but no harm done in the long run.

As I was driving that morning back to West Glacier, the light and storms kept fighting back and forth, and ‘I just had a feeling I wanted to go with.’

Of my 4 visits to Glacier National Park, I have yet to hike the Highline Trail. This is one of the most popular hikes in the Park and one of those hikes that is consistently rated on all the top National Parks hike lists.

Basically, anytime I think about hiking or planning to hike the Highline on a certain day I am there, the trail is closed due to Grizzly activity. This had been the case on this adventure as well. But, the trail had opened back up a day or two before and I had the thought that maybe a mile or two out could provide a nice sunset opportunity.

I remind you that storms were moving in and out this entire day…

I was down to just 3 sheets of film (and I really wanted to try and save at least 1 for my plan to spend a night in Badlands National Park for the first time on my return journey home!)…

Despite being mid-late August, the weather conditions up on Logan Pass were quite brisk and very windy as early evening descended. I set out on the Highline and hiked roughly a mile and a half to where this vantage point lay before me. I decided this would be the spot and as I began breaking out my camera gear, I was watching a storm and bands of rain move from those distant mountains straight towards me. ‘Oh man, I am going to get hammered!’ I thought to myself. But behind the storm, through the veil of rain and mist I could see the sun softly illuminating everything… ‘Oh man, this could be epic!!!’ I now thought.

So, I got myself rain-geared up, set up the camera as rapidly as I could muster and got the little poncho I keep for it secured. As I was finishing this all up, it was upon me. The wind was whipping and it felt like little rain-icicles were pelting me, but I was too stoked by what was happening beyond me to really care! The golden illumination of everything off in the distance grew more and more intense and the storm passed over almost as rapidly as it had come upon me.

I freed the camera, got back to composing and metering in what seemed like a fury to not miss the opportune moment! I was ready. And just in the nick of time, for moments later, what you see below is what happened!!!

As I watched, waiting to hopefully capture the glory at its fullest, yet not miss the perfect moment, the clouds slowly broke apart and revealed the sun. Within seconds, the sun began its descent behind the mountain peak. Not only was every break in the sky glowing gold, but it was as if the mountain peak itself broke and shaped those heavenly rays of light just so, just for me…

I snapped the shutter, this was it. ‘Man I hope I didn’t botch that exposure!!!’ as within moments, it was gone. As the sun continued to set, the clouds began to glow orange, pink and purple as they do when conditions are oh so right. I decided to fire off an exposure of that as well and that was that. One sheet of film left for the Badlands.

I took in the total sunset experience and everything that had just occurred fully before I began packing up and continuing on my headlamp hike back to Logan Pass parking. The chill in the air seemed not to matter as I was so alive with what had just come to pass. I drove down Going-to-the-Sun Road and exited West Glacier to find an easy car camp pullout spot in the National Forest that night and awoke to begin my journey home the next morning.

As you might imagine, when I finally came to process this film, I was so excited and nervous as to find out if I got it or not…

This is one of my most insanely beautiful moments ever witnessed and I am so proud of the end result on film. This is a once in a lifetime moment and I had very little leeway to nail it as conditions were changing rapidly (AND I only had 3 sheets of film left!!!) but, nail it I did!

I didn’t even realize this at the time, but it just recently occurred to me that one of those peaks in this photograph might actually be Heaven’s Peak?! I got out my National Geographic Glacier National Park map and took a good gander… Eureka! It isn’t the peak where the sun is directly behind, but Heaven’s Peak is the left most mountain in the composition, where the tuft of clouds are resting upon the summit and the shaft of light is piercing underneath! Just kind of a neat little something extra if you ask me. :-)

Back up top to John Muir’s quote - “Nevermore will time seem short or long, and cares will never again fall heavily on you, but gently and kindly as gifts from heaven.”

In referral to my journal quote from yesterday’s post - talk about “fortune and glory of this blessed life!” I can never stop thinking that I wasn’t even going to be here this night. To quote Indiana Jones - “But why Dr. Jones?” - Shortround. “For Fortune and Glory kid, Fortune and Glory.” - Indiana. ;-)

Fortune and Glory indeed.

All my best,

Brandon

“Fortune and Glory” - Brandon Kline

“Fortune and Glory” - Brandon Kline

"This Blessed Life" - Image Spotlight Release

Happy National Parks Week folks! I hope you are all doing well and maybe getting out to enjoy a Park or more! Life here on my end is getting to be a crazy balancing act right now!!! Between my artwork, landscaping, my fiancé and dogs, family and friends and all the other things that make up my life currently, it’s a bit bonkers🤪😂 But, most importantly, all is good. So with this in mind, I have decided to interrupt my ‘Wilderness Solitude part 2, Isle Royale’ post until sometime in May, as I simply need more time to sort through pics, video and writings to properly put everything together for you. And what I have to share these next few days is more time sensitive, seeing as I want to have these remaining two image releases that I’ve been holding out on, as well as some other information, out to you before my art festival season officially kicks off in Lewisburg, PA on the rapidly approaching Saturday April 30th!

So, without further ado, here you go - one today, one tomorrow, both from one of my favorite places on Earth and my favorite National Park thus far…

“Far away in Northwestern Montana, hidden from view by clustering mountain-peaks, lies an unmapped corner - the Crown of the Continent.” - George Bird Grinnell - Century Magazine, 1901

August 20th, 2019, early in the evening, Glacier National Park -

“I think it’s time to go build a fire and convene with some of Glaciers’ Spirits. A long day lies ahead…” - from my journal

The photograph below is not an uncommon view to many who visit Glacier National Park. I certainly won’t say it’s easy to get here - from the Many Glacier Hotel/Camping/Parking area, you’ve got a 3+ mile hike gaining roughly 800 feet to stand at this view. If you haven’t been here - believe it or not, more and more extravagant beauty awaits you over another roughly 3.5 miles and 800 feet elevation gain to Upper Grinnell Lake and the end of the trail. (See “What Is Remembered” in my portfolio for just a sliver of what awaits you!)

But come mid-morning to early evening, this trail is one of the most popular and crowded in the Park! And deservedly so. I often wonder if I have ever seen as much awe-inspiring splendor in one 6.5 mile stretch as the Grinnell Complex offers?! And this viewpoint area has been high on my radar ever since I took that first hike up here in 2016 and captured “What Is Remembered.”

So, here’s the thing… to truly capture the best light on this scene and bask in all of it’s glory with some sense of solitude, you’ve got to get here by dawn. And that means, in high Summer anyway, starting your day in the ballpark of 3am, give or take a little.

Oh, and if you haven’t had the thought already, the real kicker is - that means you are hiking in the dark/pre-dawn, by yourself, for roughly 3 miles, an hour and a half, in some of the most prime Grizzly terrain Glacier has to offer! There are often trail closures in this area due to Grizzly activity and they SHOULD BE HEADED WITH THE UTMOST RESPECT!!!

This is no joke folks - people and bears for that matter, die, unfortunately. The first time I was here in the Many Glacier region (2016) I witnessed two young girls being reprimanded by a Park Ranger for disobeying a trail closure due to Grizzly activity. If I remember correctly a mountain biker in the previous weeks that year had suffered a fatal attack not too far from this area. DO NOT SHRUG OFF TRAIL CLOSURES, ESPECIALLY IN THESE CIRCUMSTANCES!!! And you SHOULD NOT BE HIKING WITHOUT CARRYING BEAR SPRAY!

There are two trails leading to where you start to climb the ridge line towards Grinnell Glacier, a North and a South shore. Both times I have been here one of those shores was closed. I obeyed the closures and followed the open trail.

Insane still, perhaps. The inherent risk is always at hand. I don’t write or tell about these things as a boast of bravery or that others should do the same. All I can say is that I know full well what I am getting myself into when I set out and I do my best to be cognizant and practice the smartest behavior under the given circumstances.

Why am I going on about this? - because I am NOT trying to blindly lead anyone to follow in my footsteps, haphazardly thinking it is totally safe. Always be Bear Aware out here! And not just for you, but for the bears’ sake as well! These are magnificent creatures that need our help and protection to thrive! The less negative interactions between us both, the better!

Despite the inherent risks, however, there lies the inherent beauty of this ‘Crown of the Continent.’ It often isn’t easy or 100% safe, but can I outweigh the risk with the reward is what I ask myself in such a situation?

You’ll often hear adventurers of all types say something to the affect of ‘I just had a good feeling about it.’ As crazy as it may seem, I feel these “feelings” have merit. If something seems off, maybe you should listen to that. If it feels right, go for it! Sometimes you just have to trust your gut and hope that it pays off, accepting there is no guarantee.

When I quoted my journal earlier talking about ‘convening with the Spirits of Glacier’ - that is a very real thing to me. Whatever you want to call it, this place has an ancient Spirit. And by feeling that, I feel safer in my journeys here.

All this being said, this morning turned out to be smooth seas, fortunately. To my surprise, I wasn’t even the only pre-dawn hiker as another guy pulled into the parking area right when I did and we set off on the trail almost together. He quickly passed me though with his lightweight day/hydration pack just out to beat the morning rush against me in my “lightweight” 50 pound only camera gear and a few essentials “daypack.”😂

It is almost impossible to put into words the full glory of the scenery here, and that lack of words, thoughts even that you can comprehend, speaks volumes of how special this place is. So, I’ll just let my journal entry take you out…

August 21st, 2019, gazing out upon early morning on Lower Grinnell Lake, Angel Wing, Mount Gould, the Salamander and waterfalls - all part of the Garden Wall, Glacier National Park -

“Wow…

That about sums it up.

This morning began at 3:30am, making coffee by moonlight at my Cut Bank campsite and driving over here to Many Glacier. I began hiking by the soft glow of pre-dawn light through the forest along the shores of Swiftcurrent and Josephine Lakes. Very early on, a movement in the forest and a couple sets of eyes accompanied by large silhouetted bodies met my headlamp… Bears, deer??!

Although I began hiking almost an hour later than I had wanted, it proved not to matter in terms of the light I had been hoping for, as the sun angle now in later August takes a while to rise up over the mountains. Late July I think would be ideal for catching when the sun perfectly rises in the valley between peaks and would bask the scene with its first golden glow!

Nonetheless, the colors and light upon these lakes, forests, and granite peaks I witnessed this morning were nothing short of spellbinding.

And here I have sat for a while now, so peaceful and serene, soaking in the fortune and glory of this blessed life!”

All my best,

Brandon

“This Blessed Life” - Brandon Kline

“This Blessed Life” - Brandon Kline

Wilderness Solitude (Part 1 of 2) - Voyageurs National Park

Greetings all! I hope this finds everyone enjoying the early onset of Spring! It’s a soaker here where I sit today. One of those great for the Earth, cool rainy days of April. We are beginning to notice significant swelling of buds, and after several cool rainy days this week and a sunny warm up glimpsing ahead to next week, I expect to see quite an explosion of the early season blooms on the horizon!

(A note as to why you have received 2 versions of this email, and/or why this may look a little different for you (depending which one you’ve opened first lol!) - I am giving SquareSpace email campaigns a trial run for a few posts to make sure everything I am hoping for operates properly, and if so I will most likely be switching to this format. I think I can control more and create a much cleaner look for viewing this way as it all stays organic, if you will, through my website. Until I am sure though, I am going to keep the MailChimp campaign operating as well. Please, if you have any feedback on one versus the other, I’d value your input! But, ultimately I think and hope this will be a good transition moving forward.)

I had hoped to share this two part story last week, but time got away from me as the Spring landscaping season is getting into serious go mode and several other priorities that need to be kept on track as I prepare for what I hope to be a very busy festival and backpacking year took hold!

But here we go… Speaking of festivals and backpacking, I am very excited to share this very different type of adventure for me from this past September! In my few travels out West and back East, I had never really swung up into the Upper MidWest portion of the country. Coming off of the essential COVID shutdown of art festivals and traveling in 2020 which I continued to deal with and/or observe through the first half of 2021, it is probably needless to say I was itching to get “out there” again! Applying to and getting accepted into two festivals back-to-back weekends in mid-September in the Minneapolis area of Minnesota, I decided to go for it and plan an excursion I’ve had on my mind for several years. Two places I’ve heard all kinds of awesome stories about - Voyageurs and Isle Royale National Parks were going to be within 4 hours roughly of where I would be, and it was time to get there!

After weeks of hardcore preparation for my first festivals since October of 2019, and bringing it down to the wire, I had an insane 17 hour drive in a 24 hour time limit to make it to Edina, MN for the first festival weekend. I also was hauling a 6x12 U-Haul trailer I had rented for close to 2 months to see how that would work as I have far exceeded the days of somehow jamming my entire booth as well as camping and survival gear into and tied down to the top of my Nissan Xterra! Well, I made it, and although it wasn’t a huge financial success for me, I met some really cool people, saw Minneapolis for the first time and got my feet wet again.

Then, the week between festivals, a beautiful drive through the Superior National Forest and to Voyageurs National Park!

Now, I have backpacked what I consider to be a fairly decent amount and feel pretty darn comfortable doing so. The waterways, however, are something completely new to me! I have always loved to swim, especially in the ocean, but have spent very little time on any kind of watercraft. In fact, I really can’t even recall the last time I was on any sort of “boat” since my chilhood/teenage years. Well, I rented a canoe from a local outfitter, talked some things out, and planned a 3 night, 4 day adventure into the Wilderness of Voyageurs. A little nervous, but mainly super excited, I figured how hard can it be right?!

Ready to embark!

When I first “shipped out” I found the water navigation to be a little challenging as I worked out the kinks of getting my bearings and proper “steering” paddle control. But, overall, I think it went rather well for a complete novice! It wasn’t too awfully long before I felt like I knew what I was doing enough to be pretty calm and as the sun was setting, I found myself taking in a beautiful orange glow while out in the middle of this thin “canal” of Lake Kabetogama. And you know what? It was pretty darn awesome! :-)

Sun sets while all alone out on Kabetogama

Even with darkness encroaching and being in a totally unfamiliar situation, I remained very at ease (the surroundings here don’t hurt, trust me!). I had my National Geographic Park Map and my AllTrails App showing me exactly where I was and how to navigate around the island in front of me and into the channel I needed to be to reach my campsite on the opposite side. Oh, I should also note a full moon was approaching so that certainly helped with visibility out there! And so here I kind of gently ushered my way across the calmest waters as night set in, the moon and stars above me and a feeling of some of the utmost peace and solitude I have ever felt.

As I paddled close to the shoreline where my campsite was to be, out of nowhere a brief collection of howls pierced the silence… Wolves??!!! In case you don’t know this about me, I LOVE wolves and one of my big hopeful to do’s is to experience hearing and seeing wolves in the wild. Well, it was too distant and honestly I was so taken aback that I wouldn’t let myself confirm that it was wolves and not coyotes at this time. Still, to be out on the water, paddling past shore by moonlight and to hear this sound, well it’s up there on my list of coolest experiences! :-)

Soon afterwards, here I was - Lost Bay Island, a solid 4 mile paddle from launch and the site for my first night. And what a night it was - sitting there on my own private island, utterly alone in some of the truest wilderness (by today’s standards) that I’ve experienced in my lifetime - lost in the moonset and stars and silence.

Lost in the moon set and a starry night from Lost Bay Island😍

September 15th, Lost Bay Island, Voyageurs National Park -

“What a new type of adventure! Paddling through the waterways of Voyageurs like the canoemen of old. (Or trying anyway, haha!) This place is special indeed. A wilderness on water bringing utter solitude except for the occasional boat passing by.

This time in Minnesota, so far, has been a wonderful surprise! Very different and exciting. I am getting antsy to get back out on the water and on to my hike to Cruiser Lake, but first, a couple notes…

Two Bald Eagle sitings coming through the Superior National Forest 2 days ago - one right in the middle of the road, perched on top of his prey! What a glimpse of his size and talons I saw!

The paddling adventure last evening was such an incredible experience! Alone, in the wild, on canoe, making my way around islands at sunset and twilight and then star and moonlight to Lost Bay Island - a feeling of solitude and freedom I will not soon forget!

The peaceful sound of water lapping to shore. The orange glow of the setting waxing gibbous moon and the star rich skies full of dreams and wonder.

Did I hear the distant howls of wolves or was it coyotes??! My heart and gut want to say it was wolves, but I am just not 100% sure yet. However, the beautiful howls were nonetheless enchanting as I paddled past Eagle View, where I will spend tomorrow night…”

What a way to wake up!

Soon after writing these words, I was back out on the water. Only about 2 miles to paddle to docking at the trailhead for the roughly 5 mile hike to Cruiser Lake. It was a relatively simple navigation right down the canal, and a joyful relaxing drift as I passed more tiny islands and forested shorelines as far as the eye could see in every direction.

Admiring what had been my own private island as I shove off!

Digging the waterway life😁

After stashing my canoe behind the designated tree as you are supposed to, off I was on foot for a more familiar backpacking feeling deep into the forested islands of Voyageurs. To my surprise, the weather was quite warm this time of year, this far North. In fact this day and this hike were downright muggy! I worked up quite a sweat too as the terrain, albeit not serious elevation change, was a little more rolling hill-like than I would have anticipated. The forest was gorgeous though! Dense birch, aspen, maple, and conifer forest, even some oak I noticed! Lots of bouldery sections and marshlands as well. I passed one couple early on making their way back to shore, but other than that - no human contact, absolute wilderness solitude out there on Cruiser!

More familiar terrain

Marshy habitat further inland

Picturesque Voyageur landscape

I had read and been told by the Park Rangers that this was a great hike to possibly see some Moose and/or hear wolves howling. Well, I didn’t see any moose on this hike and if there were wolves howling that night, I sure wasn’t going to hear them over the wind!!! I mean, holy you know what! It rolled in early that evening and brought sideways rain that pelted me all night long as my rain-fly was essentially wrapped up against me in my hammock being blown sideways myself! It was not the most fun night I’ve had, needless to say. No dinner, no relaxing by moonlight on a secluded wilderness lake listening to “the children of the night!” Only a sleepless, uncomfortable, seemingly gale-force wind for 12 hours straight was to be had. Oh well, these things do happen “out there.”

Cruiser Lake as the sun goes down

A windy morning on Cruiser Lake

It was still a bit windy in the morning, but manageable to get some breakfast and coffee going, and other than being a little tired and groggy, no worse for the wear. The funny thing was that once I started hiking back, as soon as I was inland not 200 feet maybe, it was still as could be and actually muggy again! And so, I meandered my way back through the forest to my canoe and wouldn’t you know it - a windy, stormy looking lake.

Beautiful Birch forest!😍

A touch of Autumn

Snack time rest stop

The water was a little rough, and of course blowing against me, but was still slowly manageable and fortunately I only had about 2.5 miles to paddle, just passed Lost Bay Island, to a shoreline outcrop named Eagle View (where I heard the howls 2 nights prior!).

It was a workout fighting the choppy water, especially after a sleepless night and low on energy, but I arrived at Eagle View just a little before sunset with enough light to make camp and get settled before breaking out the headlamp. And then, just after 9pm as darkness was really setting in and aside from the now calm water lapping the rocky shore, the silence so profound was pierced so sharply by a howl so guttural, there was no mistaking it!!!

September 16th, 9:23pm Eagle View Campsite, Voyageurs National Park -

“I have officially heard wolf howls in the wild!!! No mistaking this one, so guttural! And this being where I heard “them” on Tuesday night confirms that was most likely these same wolves as well!

And wow, what a couple days to get here… Talk about working for it!”

Now, honestly partly not even knowing how to feel having experienced something I have so wanted to for years and something so few are blessed to ever experience, I just melted into the night. The moon and stormy sky put on a wonderful lightning show for me well off in the distance, which I enjoyed along with a good Stout and some really good Scotch, as I replayed this one of a kind Voyageurs adventure, so filled with delight.

The night sky at Eagle View, stoked from just hearing wolf howls in the distance!!!

https://youtu.be/Ex4ciJbajsM - Click here for a Voyageurs Lightning show!

On my last morning, I still had one heck of an adventure awaiting me to my surprise…

I was to be up before dawn to get packed and breakfast ready, and with hopes of catching a good sunrise on film. Then, I would have to pretty immediately shove off and get back to launch and out of the Park, return my canoe and get back down to the Minneapolis area for that weekends’ festival.

Everything was going great. I was up and ready, caught a beautiful dawn that really spoke to me about my time out here. And then I got out on the water…

Sun rises on Eagle View’s docking beach

Not being a complete idiot, I could tell the wind was kicking up again and the water was well, kicking up again too. It didn't appear to be THAT different from the previous day though. Well, then I was out there and struggling not so much to go forward, but to even keep drifting sideways and not be pushed backwards, and not get capsized at the same time!

Trying to convince myself that this had to be done, and was surely doable with some blood, sweat and tears maybe, I kept fighting. But I was going nowhere. Nowhere in the direction I needed to go anyways. I did manage to fight my way completely perpendicularly and made it to the opposite shoreline. By now, we are talking total white capped waves out there. Exhausted and admitting now that to go back out there was complete stupidity, I got the brilliant idea that if I could manage to get to the other side of this island, the wind and waves may be in my favor for the rest of the way…

Yep, I forged my way first with just my backpack to the other side of the island. It wasn’t much more than a half mile, but calling it bushwhacking doesn’t even really do the situation justice. However, refusing to be defeated, I dropped my pack and went back for the canoe. What I did next, I look back on and think - wow, Brandon. Yes, I somehow drug, hoisted over my head, whatever I had to do to that canoe to get through this unyielding jungle to the other side. Talk about a “real Voyageur experience of old!”

The best part - when I finally was there with my pack and canoe in the same place and tried getting out there, it was still to no avail. The wind and water just battered me to the adjacent shoreline, not allowing me to exit the little cove.

Marooned.

Completely defeated and muscles beyond spent, all I could do was sit there. It was now late morning/approaching noon. Miraculously, this entire time basically, I had cell service. In some ways, kind of disappointing, I know. But, given the circumstances, I was and am beyond thankful for however this is possible! I took a few moments to gather my wits and got on the horn. The weather app was showing me the winds were not going to ease up until between 4-6pm. I got ahold of the Kabetogama Visitor Center and confirmed the same with a Park Ranger, who relayed to me that this “system” proved to be much stronger than any of them expected, that they had put out a small craft advisory/warning, and that as long as it wasn’t life and death the best thing I could do was to wait it out. Then I called my canoe outfitter, who was completely understanding and just told me to be in touch in the evening with an update if I could. And lastly, I called the Festival director to inform them of my current status and that I would not be making it to my appointed check-in time, lol! I said that I hoped to be out in the early evening and should be able to make it down there in the wee hours of the morning and asked if I’d be allowed by security to begin setting up at a ridiculous hour. This was all doable. Now, all I could do was wait…

In hindsight, I think to myself, it would have been an opportunity to explore this or that, perhaps. But in reality, I was done, emotionally and physically, and I got myself in my sleeping bag protected from the winds and took an afternoon siesta. Stirring in the later afternoon, the forecast proved to be rather accurate and around 4pm I began making preparations. I believe it was right around 5pm when I deemed things seemed calm enough, actually quite beautiful, and I set sail, as it were.

Time to set off into calmer waters

Much as this adventure had begun a few evenings prior, I canoed off into the sunset. The water now calm and beautiful, I was able to savor these remaining precious moments, breathe in that watery wilderness air, and reflect on my time out here and what I had experienced, had learned. It is an experience I will never forget, and somewhere I sincerely hope to return to for further exploration.

Embracing the experience as the end of this part of the adventure lies ahead… What an expedition!!!

I can’t help but laugh when I look back and think I could have just realized how bad the water was right away and just enjoyed relaxing at Eagle View that entire day. Then the entire canoe out would have been lovely! But, hindsight is 20/20 as they say, and I had places to be…!

to be continued…

Brandon

"Gratitude" - Image Spotlight Release

Happy Friday folks! Well, I’m down to the last 3 of the 7 “new” photographs I told you I had to share back in January. And yes, I saved my 3 favorite for last! This one (and the remaining 2 you’ll see in April) is/are very special to me. As is the case with most of my favorite photographs, it isn’t just their beauty that makes them stand out, but the story behind them.

So, immediate contradiction - although the story behind capturing the actual image here is not all that exciting (aside from the drama Nature provided that daybreak!😍), the ordeal my fiancé and I overcame the week prior, which consequently leads to the title of this photograph, is what I consider to be somewhat entertaining. So, here you go…

A word of warning - if you find yourself in the state of Vermont and come upon a “road” classified as a Class 4, unless you are driving a serious Off-Road 4x4 vehicle with aggressive tires and a generous lift, TURN AROUND!!!

In our defense, we did not know such a thing existed, nor what we were getting into! Our plan was simple - follow our printed out map to a labeled parking area 1/2 mile or so into the mountain and enjoy a lovely couple days backpacking…

Well, you know what they say about best laid plans. At first, the “road” was kind of fun! Anna drives a Subaru Outback and I have a Nissan Xterra (driving separately because my Xterra was filled to the gills for back to back weekend art festivals). Anyway, we were crawling over semi-big rocks and feeling all off-roady with a bit of an adrenaline rush going deeper into the mountains. After a while, it seemed we should have come across this parking area and the terrain rapidly got… more challenging let’s say.

Here I am, watching Anna in front of me in her Subaru seemingly crushing this off-road adventure and I’m cringing at the smashing sounds on my under carriage as we now are tackling legit boulders! Finally we stopped and convened and I realized that Anna was not “crushing it.” She was having the same anxiety I was about the situation and our vehicles. However at this point we felt trying to go back out the same way may be next to impossible and “it had to get better.”

Well, no it didn’t. At one point I got stuck for a moment amongst rocks and forest debris, needing 4-low to grind out. Then Anna’s Outback succumbed to a big mud patch. I actually was able to push her out with my Xterra twice before it became too much. We were stuck in the mud, literally.

I refrain from sharing all the details, but let’s just say emotions were had. But, we pulled it together, realized obviously we were prepared for spending the night out in the woods anyway and set up camp as we were losing light at this point and knew that searching for help would most likely go better in the morning. I remember thinking at the time how much stronger this will make us if we can get through it without a major breakdown. And we did, and I do often think of this as one of those great make or break moments of one’s inner strength, on both of our ends. It would have been so easy to lose it completely, but we persevered in our togetherness.

Now, I want to stress the importance of having some sort of GPS device when embarking on such things. I am all about being off grid and cut off from civilization and all that, but in reality having a means to track yourself, even a simple app on your phone that can follow you off-line can make a huge difference in a bad situation or a really really bad situation! I personally use AllTrails to track myself when I’m “out there” and I’ll tell you what - in this situation it was a life saver! I was able to see that we were a little less than a mile from a main road and how to get there.

After taking a while to calm down, we talked ourselves through it, got a little rest, and were up at dawn to make our way way down to the road. We could also hear construction sounds in that direction which was an added reassurance. In many ways it was frustrating to know we were so close to getting out of there but then as we made our way down the path we came upon two huge obstacles which would have prevented us from getting out anyway - a big birch tree toppled over on the “road” and then a locked gate.

At this point we are thinking, at least my best solution was that we would find cell service and contact the Forestry Department to get help. Then, upon getting to the road, we saw a house right across the street. Carefully we approached and met our would be saviors…

For several reasons, I am not publicly going to go into all the details that ensued here, but in a nutshell - I was able to use their phone and the Forestry Dept. idea was going nowhere. The family of the house however had a viable option…

We went that route and a mere few hours after waking in what could have been an absolute nightmare situation on so many accounts, we were getting out of! Once they pulled Anna’s Outback out of the mud with their truck and chain, I was able to free myself in 4-low. And then with a fist pump out her driver side window and a huge smile of relief on her face, Anna’s exuberance was contagious.

Once out, we took a quick look at our vehicles and although we both had some issues to eventually fix that most definitely were a result of all this (especially me and my Xterra!), both were at least still driving fine at that time and we are both still driving those same vehicles to this day! We thanked this family from the bottom of our hearts before parting ways and then Anna looks at me and says “let’s go backpacking!!!”

I was shocked! But obviously it made my day that she would still want to backpack for a night after this fiasco😊 We first went and got a delicious lunch from a local market and decompressed a bit but yeah, so exuberant from being saved from this ordeal, we then went backpacking… oh and we parked at the easily accessible trailhead this time!

So all of this is taking place around Moose Mountain on the western side of Lake Willoughby in the Northeast Kingdom. Along the Moose Mountain Trail, there are several overlooks. One of which being Wheeler Pond. The foliage this year (2019) was ridiculous and the views were mind boggling! On our hike out, we stopped that I could expose a couple sheets of film of this kaleidoscope of colors. I said to Anna - “I am going to title this ‘Gratitude’ because well, I was feeling pretty darn gratuitous towards that family that could have just turned us away but instead saved our butts and gratuitous that Anna and I could even be here right now enjoying this with so many less cares than could have been!

Fast forward to when I process that film - there is a completely blown out blast of light right in the center of the exposures due to a crack in the film holders’ dark slides that I was unaware of. No salvaging something like that😔

However, go back to the story at hand and to the following week, Anna and I are at our lean-to site at Little River State Park, VT which is our typical thing to do following the Stowe Art Festival on Columbus/Indigenous Peoples Day Weekend. I awoke before dawn this one morning and I could tell from the mist and fog rising off the reservoir that something special could indeed unfold…

By now you have probably glimpsed the image below and I don’t have to tell you that it certainly was magnificent! But I do want to tell you how special this place is to Anna and I. We kind of stumbled upon it accidentally the first time we ever came here and it was love at first sight. There was actually a heart made out of maple leaves on the ground in the middle of our campsite when we arrived. This little vacation lean-to camping week has become one of Anna and I’s favorite things in the world. So much so that I chose this spot to propose to her this past October - yes I re-created the maple leaf heart and yes, she said yes😁

When it came time to title this photograph, I sat there thinking for a while and then it hit me - it is “Gratitude.” Maybe not the same exact way I had envisioned it, but still for all of the reasons I have mentioned above I feel the gratitude when I gaze upon this image and think about that dawn.

And here is a little something I wrote that morning after photographing the scene and before laying back down next to Anna for a bit…

October 15th, 2019 Little River State Park, VT

“Such a peaceful, uplifting morning as dawn breaks over Little River Reservoir. Autumn is in full swing as every color of the season paints the forests and mountainsides with beautiful contrast against the dark evergreens. And the fog rolling through, mist lifting off the water, rising above the forest and into heavenly blue skies is nothing short of divine. Such a crisp air this morning, all the bounties of the season are upon us.”

All my best,

Brandon

P.S. - To all of you following along on this journey, my utmost gratitude to you for your support as well!

“Gratitude” - Brandon Kline

“Gratitude” - Brandon Kline

The Theory of Repetition

Happy almost official Spring everyone! With the Vernal Equinox only a few days away and going from a Winter storm that brought 3-5 inches of snow and a blustering wind producing chills into single digits, if not negatives, this past weekend in PA to being melted and gone, and I mean a good 95% gone, by late day Tuesday with some solid 60 degree sun, I’m sure beginning to feel Spring Fever a bit! Must be March??! ;-)

In honor of the transition, I thought this would be a fun weekend read for you to enjoy, over some coffee perhaps, as you may notice a pattern that I tend to write in my journal while sipping my coffee at camp in the mornings haha!

You may also realize that this takes place on the same stretch of the Loyalsock Trail that I have been backpacking in January and February. Some people might tend to feel that re-visiting a place is a waste of time or that you’ll never see as much if you keep going back to the same places. Well, I’ll tell you - I fully realize I am not going to get to see everything I want to in my lifetime. There’s just no way! But, I aim to try and see as much as is within my ability to do so and there are several places I am going to return over and over again. Those really special places that speak to you in some way, for whatever reason, deserve the attention. In fact, I find that the first time I am somewhere new, I feel like I am just beginning to scratch the surface of what it has to offer.

It is in this theory of repetition that one can truly get to know a place, witness its moods and changes, how it “feels” in different light, different seasons. Explore a place enough in close intervals, and you can begin to pick up the tiny subtleties that differentiate January from February from March and so on and so forth. It is a practice I highly recommend to anyone who fancies themselves a lover of Nature - pick a place and make it a point to visit, explore, observe in monthly intervals and I think you’d be amazed at the subtle shifts of light and all the little nuances that separate Nature’s dance throughout the seasons, especially during the less obviously drastic times of the year.

With that in mind, I bid you farewell Winter - I thank you for your majestic beauty these past 3 months, and welcome Spring - I feel your jubilance rising.

Beautifully revealed moss and ferns from the forest floor

March 2nd and 3rd, Loyalsock State Forest -

“Coffee once again, camping off of the Loyalsock Trail in the same location actually as I had camped in January. Talk of theory of repetition, haha!

I just read a few pages of my “A Year in the Woods” book by Torbjørn Ekelund and it is wonderfully intriguing some of his comments - the comparisons that can be drawn between here and Norway, albeit not quite as extreme, but nonetheless.

Yesterday’s hike was exhilarating, to say the least, haha! The mid-afternoon temperatures were quite mild feeling in the low 40’s. Despite trekking on a thin layer of crunchy, slushy snow, the feeling of Spring was certainly in the air and oh did it smell deliciously of Hemlock!

Compared to my January and February outings I felt like I was cruising in the micro-spikes. Also cruising right along is the water flow! The icy encasing has pretty much melted off the waterways and streams are gushing, what a peaceful sound. Waterfalls are flowing heavily indeed. However, this is where you will still find remains of ice build up, making for a spectacular scene!

Streams gush as ice recedes

Where the trail delicately winds around the ridge slope along Ketchum Run, the sloping sheet of ice also remains - and it got the better of me! One moment walking confidently along (too confidently, obviously!), the next sliding down the slope to get tangled in a baby Hemlock. Once freeing myself of that mess, I continued to slip down on to the icy, snow packed stream edge. And now I found myself laying face down on a boulder with my 80 pound backpack smashing my chest flatly upon it… after a few moments to gather myself and what had happened, and a bit of a pep talk, I managed to get some footing and a frozen hand grip and push myself to a vertical position once again. A bit exasperated and a nice scrape on my right shin, but otherwise fine and thankfully still dry! Another foot or two of slide and into the icy stream I would have been!

A precarious bend

After several minutes to check my pack and compose myself, on I went up the trail to Lower Alpine View. As I went further along, less and less snow and more and more barren forest and mud. Once reaching Lower Alpine View and being less than thrilled with the conditions - not to mention a ton of tree debris down, most likely from some of those winds we have had the past few weeks - I took a brief respite to enjoy the sunset and decided with the incoming rain overnight it was smartest and with better ambience to head back the trail a ways. And so I found myself nestled quietly and contently back where I camped in January. A little ice and skiff of snow, some Hemlock protection and beauty, and the sounds of the gushing Ketchum Run below have made for a lovely night and morning. I even had a little rain/sleet hitting the tent last night to fall asleep to.

The forest floor becoming exposed

Look familiar from January???

Waking up today, I could immediately feel the colder temperature. It is hovering right around freezing and the air is quite brisk! It is sunny and lovely though. The ever increasing angle of the sun and daylight let one know that it is March and Spring is around the corner. There is a feeling one can sense in the light.

The presence of the sun being felt more and more

Not a bad home for a day, or more…

On the hike out, I was immediately tested, having to descend that steep ridge and then the “ice-curve” with Ketchum Run frigidly flowing below me. I do recall a close mishap, or two, but I successfully made it down and around, with a water re-fill to show for it as well. And from there it was a relatively peaceful, relaxed hike out with a good pause for the photograph I most hoped to capture…

Yikes!

With a soft late-day light leaving a kind of afterglow to the towering Hemlocks and a touch of blue glow emanating from the ice in this falls chasm, I think I may have caught a pretty nice photograph. The combination of the steps of the waterfalls, half frozen and half flowing along with the touch of green from exposed moss and Hemlock forest made for a uniquely impressive scene, one that certainly spoke to me! And standing there for near an hour in this icy amphitheater, feeling the chilly air mixed with the deafening flow of water almost puts one in a sort of enchantment, a disillusionment of over run senses.

Icy amphitheater

And then you pull away, back into the forest where the quiet engulfs again and you feel the calm return, but still a little high from the rush.

Twilight was setting in as I hiked the last mile or so out and the faint twinkle of stars added a little extra magic. ‘Yeah, this is a good feeling of contentedness and state of mind to be in,’ I remember thinking, feeling. If I do not get to hear the crunch of spikes on ice or the swoosh of snow shoes again until next Winter, this season has been fulfilling in many ways. What it may have lacked in the occurrances of heavy snowfalls, there was some solid cold spells, which helped to keep the snows around for a time, at least in the more northern mountains. And I have been able to take advantage of timing and weather patterns for these three good Winter backpacks, all of which have been a wonderfully true experience of the progression of the Season!

But then again, who knows what the turning Spring shall bring… Snow or blooms or a little bit of both??! One way or the other, I look forward to getting out and rejoicing in it!”

All my best until next time,

Brandon

P.S. - The art festival buzz is sounding pretty good for this year and a few jury acceptances have come in recently! More to come on this as well as some other exciting news soon…

Orion and the crystal clear, cold Winter sky as I got back to my vehicle to head home

Wishing I hadn’t trimmed my beard two weekends before this, lol!

"Maple Kissed by Dawn" - Image Spotlight Release

Here’s another one hailing from back in 2016. Not only was it quite a Summer but one heck of an Autumn too! One of the neat things about going back through the film archives and producing “new” work from photographs taken years ago is being able to remember and re-live these moments.

I was in Vermont, of course backpacking, but also doing the last couple art festivals I had for that first plunge into the scene. It was quite an emotional rollercoaster of highs and lows, as is the nature of the beast. In some ways triumphant, but in many ways I was beat up pretty good which is all part of the learning experience.

But much of the backpacking and photographing and living I did those few months between July and October that year - I had never felt so free, and alive! It really helped keep me going.

To experience the height of Autumn color in New England, especially Vermont, is an experience nothing short of breathtaking, awe-inspiring, mesmerizing… you get the idea. And well, this was one of those trips. I had set up a base camp of sorts about mid-way up Mt. Mansfield off of the Long Trail for a couple days exploring the forest and eventually summiting the mountain (Vermont’s highest!). Please enjoy, copied pretty much exact from my journal that morning after photographing the first light on this beauty…

October 11th, 2016 -


“How glorious this crisp October morning is underneath this canopy of majestic Maples! When the sun breaks the facing mountains at dawn and casts its soft warm glow upon this forest, it’s light sets the fiery orange and red Sugar Maples ablaze! Like rekindling the flame that temporarily burned to embers, the Sugar Maples’ dark orange hue from their nightly slumber is awakened with brilliance!

It truly is Autumn in all it’s glory where I sit right now, sipping my coffee. I have camped amongst some magnificent old beauties this past evening and morning. Although brisk, chilling winds whipped around last night for hours before calming, the sky was as clear as could be - starlit with a waxing gibbous moon glow. And this morning, not a cloud in the sky, that deep crisp blue like only October can produce. The sun gives warmth yet a chill at the same time. And the forest a splattering of fading lime greens, shimmering yellows, glowing oranges and burning reds!

It is calm and quiet, unlike the peacefulness of the birdsongs and insects of Spring and Summer, you can almost hear the air this time of year. And oh, the smell of the leaves! Like only a forest floor blanketed with Maple and Birch leaves can smell… Yes, Autumn is in the air!”

Until next time,

Brandon

“Maple Kissed by Dawn” - Brandon Kline

“Maple Kissed by Dawn” - Brandon Kline

"When the Storm Lifts" - Image Spotlight Release

Greetings everyone, I’m enjoying a lovely March snowfall here in central/northeastern PA at the moment and just wanted to note a couple things here before getting into the story behind this image…

One - I keep meaning to say that anyone who is browsing this blog via email and may have trouble with the readability of the layout - I urge you to click the on the title, which is highlighted in blue, or to click any of the other links which take you directly to the blog page on my website. I say this because I myself don’t particularly like how Mailchimp “translates/displays” my Squarespace design onto the emails. The layout on the website is how I want it to look and is much more pleasing to the eye shall we say. I may at some point decide to just convert to Squarespace for my email campaign (that was not an option yet when I initially set this all up). At least for the immediate future though, I’m letting things be with Mailchimp. If anyone has any strong feelings one way or the other, please feel free to let me know as I will definitely take input into consideration. I, after all, want everyone to be enjoying these!

Two - Just forewarning you I have a bit of a blog blitz I’m lining up over the next month or so! I don’t like to be too intrusive to your email accounts, lol, I just have a decent amount I want to get out within the timeframe of late April. And I’m working on prepping as much as I can before the Spring landscaping season and then the hopeful Art Festival season start ramping up and life gets a little crazy! So for the next few weeks maybe expect up to 2 emails a week between new image releases and stories I have to share. Just figure I’m catching up on close to 2 years of silence ;-)

…So, this one I’ve had hidden in my pocket so to speak since Summer 2016. Man, that was quite a Summer…

I made my first cross-country road trip attempt in 2015, with many hiccups and fell short of actually getting technically “coast-to-coast.” In 2016 though, the stars aligned and along with embarking on the art festival scene, I made a successful voyage from PA to the coast of Olympic National Park and then returned home and up to Acadia National Park! Now that’s coast-to-coast, and back again or something of the sort, haha! All those details are for some other story though, what is important here is that somewhere in the middle of that journey were 10 amazing days in Glacier National Park.

If you’ve met me, and if you’re reading this chances are most of you have, you’ve probably heard me regal over my love for Glacier. I didn’t originally intend to spend 10 days there, it was going to be something like 5 days in Glacier, 5 in Mt. Rainier, and 5 in Olympic. Well, day after day after day 5 in Glacier, I would wake up and think, I could spend my day on the road to Rainier… or just stay here in Glacier… And so I did for double the time, leaving me with, if I remember correctly only 3 days for Rainier and then 2 for Olympic. Do I wish I had more time in those parks and do I intend to plan an adventure someday where I do - YES. Do I regret spending that extra time in Glacier - NO.

This was even my 3rd time to Glacier at that point, but if you’ve been there, then you have maybe felt the spirit I always refer to when I speak of this immaculate place. It does something to you, it does me anyway. I’m talking the kind of thing you feel in the essence of your soul. I have now been there 4 times and even though there are so many big Parks and wild places I haven’t been and long to see, I cannot wait to make it 5 and so on and so on. Being a Northeastern dweller, the thought of making a Western expedition without including Glacier is absolutely ludicrous!

Sorry, here I am just going on a tangent of love for a place…

The image at hand… the lesser explored region of Glacier is known as the North Fork. From West Glacier it is about a 2 hour drive on washboard dirt roads at about 25-30 mph way out into the deep forests of northwestern Montana. The lakes are still pristine and the mountains still soar but one thing I have not experienced there is the traffic jams of the Parks’ more popular destinations. I love those popular places too as they are justly so, but I also really love getting out to this more remote section where you can truly feel how detached you are from civilization.

In fact, one of my favorite backcountry campsites comes from out here. From the foot of Bowman Lake if one takes about as leisurely a 7.1 mile hike as one can in a place like Glacier, one will come to the camping area at the head of Bowman Lake. The entire hike is through a dense almost rainforesty setting along the western shores of the lake. The water is about as Caribbean blue as you can get in the right light and you see the peaks of Mt. Carter and Rainbow Mt. up ahead towering above to roughly 10,000 ft. When you reach the camping area right on this pristine body of water, Carter and Rainbow dominate your eastern field of view, where Northward lies this specimen - Thunderbird Mt. where within its chasms lie more of Glacier’s backpacking treasures…

I camped here with my brother on the culmination of a backpacking itinerary my first time here in 2013. I knew I had to go back. On this particular adventure, I had one of my scariest wildlife encounters. No, not a Grizzly. Although this region of the Park frequently has Grizzly sightings and warnings and several other campers I spoke to out at the head of the lake that evening said they had seen a bear crossing the trail earlier in the day. Mine was a skunk. Yes, a skunk! He/she seemed friendly enough at first sight but tormented me for the next couple miles of trail! You see, this little bugger did not want to get off the trail and most of this trail due to the sloping conditions on both sides does not make for easy just going around. So for over an hour he/she would bluff charge me and then run up ahead a little bit to where I felt safe hiking a little bit more and then back to charging me. I quite fortunately was able to keep enough distance to where it never felt the need to actually spray, but whew man, what a game of cat and mouse if you will! Being sprayed out here would be serious bad news in so many ways! Eventually the skunk would take off into the forest and let me get back to the hike at hand in peace… with only Grizzlies to worry about, haha!

I had a late night that night, sitting down on the lake shore, the moon above the ghostly mountain spires, I entranced and deeply inspired. The next day I slept late as it was raining and I was exhausted and honestly it just felt cozy and wonderful in my hammock. In the afternoon, I enjoyed conversation with a group of 3 young men who had just come down from Brown Pass, and had quite an amazing and safe Grizzly experience they were telling me about. As the day went on, they offered me to camp in their site area as opposed to having to hike back so late. At first I declined, wanting to keep to my itinerary and not alarm anyone. But I kept not moving and found myself down at the shore line sizing up the mountains through my view camera as the rain and misty fog blanketed the peaks, creating such wonderous conditions. As the sun (wherever it was out there) was beginning to go down, the storm also began to break. A couple shafts of light actually broke through briefly (which unfortunately I was not in the right position for), but prompted me to re-compose, during which another young man came out and began talking to me wondering if I was shooting for someone (like a publication or something) because of the large format gear. I explained I was an artist and this was “just for me.” He hung out while I finished composing and fired off a few exposures of the storm as it literally lifted off the mountians, dramatically revealing the peaks of Thunderbird! All of a sudden he goes “Look! Snow up on the peaks!” I said something like “oh yeah, wow!” As snow in the month of August, no matter what the elevation is a pretty neat concept! We both enjoyed a moment of giddiness and hoped that anyone camping up on the pass tonight was prepared for such conditions.

I did decide to take those new trail friends up on their offer and set up in their extra space for the night and have a safer hike out the next day. We all enjoyed a nice roaring campfire that night and some great conversation. Turns out the guy who came down and hung out with me during my photograph was/is a Glacier backpacking guide and had a group out with him. He enthralled me with stories of Winters spent in the Park and how wolves would hang out around the cabin. And funny enough, I would run into this guy again, a few years later with another group in another section of the Park…

My hike out the next day was much more laxed than it would have been the previous evening for sure and fortunately no alarms had been raised. Although it took me a few years to prioritize the scanning and printing of this image, I have often thought of this experience and photograph quite fondly and I’m happy to be presenting it. Just remember, when you find yourself out in the high country, rain where you might be standing may just be something a little purer hidden in the high peaks, only to be revealed when the storm lifts.

My best until next time,

Brandon

“When the Storm Lifts” - Brandon Kline

“When the Storm Lifts” - Brandon Kline

Frozen Forest Escape

If you remember, back on February 11th, I posted the blog tilted “The Spring of Genius” where among many things I introduced to you my goal of achieving a backpack in every calendar month of the year and gave you the story of my January experience. When that posted to you, I was actually recouping from my February backpack on the 8th and 9th of the month. I waited to write this as I had been hoping to get out a second time during the month but it just wasn’t meant to be, at least during the few days that I had an ideal weather window for what I wanted. So I decided to just focus on other obligations at hand and wait to get out again for my March adventure, which I am planning to do over the next couple of days! But since February 2022 has officially come and gone now, here is my backpacking story for the month, excerpted from my journal…

An icy surprise as I enter the forest…

Hemlocks encased in snow and ice along the trail

February 8th and 9th, Loyalsock State Forest

“Once again, here I am sipping my coffee after biscuits and gravy. This time on a clear, sunny day sitting atop dense, packed and ice-crusted snow. The most recent storm brought a mix of ice and heavy wet snow to the mountains in this region. I am at Lower Alpine View and it is a lovely Winter’s day - a cold air and breezy wind gusts but the warmth of the sun is beginning to become apparent, as is it’s slightly higher arc in the sky.

Morning at Lower Alpine View

Off-trail camping nook near Lower Alpine View

Ice wall at Lower Alpine View

Ice and snow still blanket the forest, but even in this two week period since I was last here, streams (albeit they are still quite frozen up and crossable) have somewhat broken up revealing a tinge more water flow. But again, there is certainly a solid snow pack yet. Ice falls are still massively prominent and there is a section along Ketchum Run where the trail is a thin line meandering along the ridge side that is essentially a sloping sheet of ice - very challenging to maneuver even with the cramp-ons of my snow shoes. The micro-spikes (if not real cramp-ons for that matter!) may have been a better option here for freer maneuverability but I managed to make due. The micro-spike/snow shoe debate was one I had several times on this backpack but ultimately I stayed with the snow shoes to ensure staying on top of the snow as opposed to possibly breaking down through and being planted in knee-high crusted over snow, lol!

Frozen stream crossing

Last night was a cold, crystal clear night filled with the stars of the Winter sky and the first-quarter moon. It was breathtaking, both figuratively and literally as the temps plunged low into the teens. I had a perfect perch underneath some Hemlocks and gazing wide open to the surrounding mountains and valley below. The snow white landscape gleamed in the moonlight and I simply let myself go - drifting across it all through time periods of my life, warm memories, fears, hopes and dreams of my life…

…It was as if I floated throughout time, lost in this moon lit majesty. Cherished, loving memories flooded my mind - family, friends, holidays, a simple but happy childhood, and an appreciation for what we had. Flashes of scenes faint yet so vivid the sounds and smells accompanied the visions. Warmth, laughter, playing and having fun, living life. Yes, there were many hard times and struggles but the good drowned out the bad.

I wandered from childhood to teenage years, college, young adulthood and to now… Full-blown adulthood, middle age perhaps - as the thought occurred to me that as long as I am fortunate enough to live a long, healthy life, at 44 years old I am most likely in the ballpark of being around the mid-point of my life, somewhere near as many years ahead as lay before me…

It is an interesting thing to think about, mortality, especially to begin to realize our own mortality. I remember as a child and well into my 20’s having that feeling of invincibility. The idea of old-age and death seeming like something so far off, detached almost in its seeming non-reality, another lifetime away…

I think that no matter who you are, we can probably most of us agree that sometimes it all does seem like everything that has come and gone before us happens in just the blink of an eye. And we realize that this to will someday become a distant memory. I feel though, if we truly recognize the present to the best of our ability, we can look back vividly and feel those moments that are so fleeting and precious. We can re-live with a warm smile.

How precious life is, we owe it to live each moment. I do my best as much as I can.

None of this is to sound morbid. I feel pretty damn young at heart and in many ways both physically and mentally stronger than I have ever been. Hell, sometimes I even think that perhaps my best years still lay before me. After all, I am out here pursuing my dreams, making them come true one at a time, living my life and in essence just getting started! Outside of my adventure and artistic goals, I am newly engaged and Anna and I have so many dreams we hope too will come to fruition…

I guess where I am going here is that I recognize now (much from the experience of backpacking) better than ever before the importance of savoring the moments that encompass our life. Whatever challenges and trials come to pass, whatever we are working towards - live it and breathe it. It can be wonderful and blessed. And that is how I want to look back, feel in the present, and see into the future…

Lost in moonlit magic

…Back on Earth, with feet on the trail, I would hike on from my Lower Alpine View campsite up the steep ridge to Alpine View and take a moment to soak in the beauty of the day before continuing into the forest of mixed hardwoods, Hemlock and pine.

Taking it in at Alpine View

Alpine View from back on the trail

As the sun was going down and I began to wonder if I would be breaking out the camera on this adventure, I spied a little up ahead to my left what I had been hoping for since witnessing the woods at the trail’s beginning being encased in ice still from the storm a few days prior - a small little patch of evergreen forest glistening like diamonds from the ice that still clung to their branches and boughs. The only patch of forest, maybe a 30 foot stretch, where ice still clung to the trees in the 8 miles since the trailhead. The needle in the haystack, a rare gem indeed!

Needle in the Haystack

Moment captured in time and a few more miles to go, now mostly by headlamp and moonlight thanks to my pit stop, but also more to remember lovingly from this February frozen forest escape.”

All my best until next time,

Brandon

Moonlight stroll

"Happy When it Rains" - Image Spotlight Release

You’ll often here people say on a brilliant blue sky sunny day, “what a great day to be out taking pictures!” While yes, a nice sunny day with ideal temperatures is a lovely day to be “out there,” it is usually not the most ideal for memorable photography. Outside of the hours surrounding dawn and dusk, the light is brightly harsh and contrasty. Now, although being “out there” in pouring rain, storms, and all kinds of weather and changing conditions might not be a picnic in the park, it can make for incredible, atmospheric photographs and often some of the most memorable times, good or bad haha!

This image doesn’t necessarily have a grand story to accompany it, but it was a very memorable time for me. It was early October of 2018 and I was in the in-between week of the two art festivals I typically do in Vermont that time of year. And as I typically do in-between shows, I was backpacking, surprise surprise😉

I was out for a few days along the Appalachian/Long Trail in the central region of Vermont and the Green Mountain National Forest near Killington. There is a several mile section I have visited several times there full of towering old-growth sugar maple, not to mention red maple, birch, hemlock, etc…. Basically it is a gorgeous forest to find yourself lost in for a time.

And this time in particular was wet. Storm after storm hovered across the region for most of the week but you know what, I had such a great time just hanging out. I had made a pretty nice campsite area with my hammock, rain fly, and good rain gear and basically holed up for a couple days. Relaxing and breathing in the damp forest around me, I would head out to explore with my camera when the rains weren’t too drenching.

Of the uncountable incredible scenes I came across on these days of the early Autumn forest just beginning to dapple in vibrant colors and all cloaked in mist and fog, this was one I felt worthy of setting up the 4x5 for. I just love how the image oozes with earthiness and mystery. You can just feel how damp it is and can’t help but wonder what other treasures lurk just beyond sight out there in the fog.

I would expose my sheets and meander back to my little hammock cave and enjoy another night of rain drops falling through the forest and trees swaying in the breeze, with a good reminder to slow down and explore the world around you - even if, if not especially when it is raining.

Until next time,

Brandon

“Happy When it Rains” - Brandon Kline

“Happy When it Rains” - Brandon Kline

"Kingdom of Winter" - Image Spotlight Release

So maybe this isn’t an official first time release, as if you met me in Minneapolis, MN or Stowe, VT this past September/October then you have seen it. And also, it has been up on the website gallery since October as well. But, seeing as how I have never highlighted the release to all of you and you may have not seen it yet, I felt it was due to spotlight this as well as six other images that were shown for the first time this past Fall.

You will notice the presentation of the photograph below as slightly different. The frame around it is an actual picture I have taken of one of my framed pieces (obviously hollowed out so I can drop whatever image I want in). I’ve been stewing over ways to spice up, if you will, or separate the look of an actual photograph in my portfolio as opposed to just my iPhone pics when I share them. I also thought this would be nice as it shows off an example of my custom framework as well! ;-) I hope you enjoy the presentation and the depth I think it helps to create.

One more thing before getting into it - I hope over the next week or so to be able to begin getting photographs up for direct sale on the website. This has been a back and forth debate I have had for several years as to keep it intimate or be able sell with the click of a button (and all the possible benefits and headaches that could go along with that lol!). I want to at least give it a try for a bit and see how things go… So hopefully in the not too distant future, when I release an image, and/or any others in the collection, you can go to the purchasing page and order if you like without necessarily having to contact me. I still have some kinks to work out, but I’ve got my thinking cap on.

Alright, the first of 7 “new” release spotlights I currently have on stock comes from one of my favorite places on Earth (actually all seven come from my two favorite places on Earth so far;-)), the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont - a “Kingdom of Winter”…

From my journal entries January 30th, 2019 and February 9th, 2020 - Alderbrook Cottage, A Tiny House in the Woods…

“These past few days have been something out of a pure Winter dream, void of time and space. I don’t think my words can or will really ever be able to comprehend it. Chalk it up to being just part of the New England charm.

Anna and I arrived in Vermont Saturday evening the 26th of January after making my artwork delivery to a wonderful couple in Medford, Massachusetts. We found Kingdom Taproom for dinner and local brews in St. Johnsbury before getting settled at the Inn by the River in Hardwick, VT. A lovely little inn in a quaint little town, the likes I am convinced only New England can produce. On the morning of the 27th we dined on Jasper Benedicts at the Village Restaurant, reveling in our eggs benedict smothered in world-class Jasper Hill cheese while snow came falling down in this beautiful, charming town. After picking up some supplies, and a few drives back and forth on the road looking for our parking, we arrived here at 3pm.

Facing a ridge rolling with Spruce, Fir, and Birch and crossing a footbridge over the stream and up the rocky, snow covered steps into the forest, our tiny home cabin awaited… The fact that it snowed all afternoon and evening upon our arrival only added to the quintessential Vermontness of our adventure!

These three days have been everything one could want Winter in Vermont to be… Snow, fresh powder sticking to the evergreens and hardwoods. Cold, crisp clean air, single digits to negatives in crystal clear blue skies and dark rich star filled nights. Sitting by the wood stove, cozy and warm, snuggling with my love, eating world-class cheeses, drinking world-class beers, cooking meats, grilled sandwiches and beef stew all upon the wood fire stove top. Relaxing, playing Scrabble and drinking coffee and tea while eating maple cookies and reading, re-connecting…

The wonders of Winter are alive and well in this place more than any other I have ever witnessed. The silence and pure clean air are a testimony to this snowy kingdom and the true majesty of the season. And being able to share this with Anna, whom I just admired breathing in the brisk glory outside the cabin window only adds warmth to the heartiness of my soul.

Snow, falling down again. Sparkling diamond-dusted snowflakes adding inches to the feet already piled up upon the ground down there somewhere. Hiking, rather trudging, through knee-high, waist-high snow depending how deep I might fall in with each step, I explored the forest of this ridge amongst blissful quiet, peace, and solitude. It makes me feel like a kid again, buried this deep in snow and calm and quiet amongst this wooded Winter haven.

It all seems like a dream, yet I am acutely aware that I am living it - this snow draped dream, one of magic in the Kingdom of Winter.”

All my best until next time,

Brandon

“Kingdom of Winter” - Brandon Kline

Frame View

“Kingdom of Winter” - Brandon Kline

Plain View

The Spring of Genius

“Let us love Winter, for it is the Spring of genius.” - Pietro Aretino

Ever since I first read this quote on a box of Celestial Seasonings tea, I have reveled in how clever I find the thought of it. And if you do ponder it, one might find how true it is. I do, anyways - for it is both the end and the true beginning of Nature’s cycle. The life and health of many living things depend on good precipitation and snowpack as well as a long cold dormancy to rest and be able to spring back into a life filled with abundancy when the time comes. I have found that for myself, it is the time when I allow myself to rest without guilt and also the time when I can reset, rejuvenate my thoughts and creative ideas. And of course, hopefully get out and play in that beautiful snow a bit! (Which is also a great way to keep one in shape - think “Summer bodies are made in the Winter” - there really is no better way to prepare for extremes and physical challenges like getting out in the Winter playground!). And so, in this sense, my Winter is a chance to form the genius that bursts me back into life come Spring.

That being said, among the many thoughts of “genius” I have this Winter is the idea of fulfilling a goal I have had for several years - to accomplish backpacking in every calendar month of the year. I spent a few years accumulating the gear I felt necessary to be able to at least begin to overnight in the Winter, most of it taking advantage of end of season sales. Then last year(2021), I felt the time had come to give it a go. We ended up having several ample snowstorms hit my neck of the woods from late January through late February and I took full advantage getting out twice in February and once in early March. As I sit here still today, it went very well and I LOVED it! It brings me back to the joy of being a kid again on an adventure filled snow day :-) It also left me with only January and December yet to achieve backpacking in.

On Christmas morning, one of the gifts Anna, my fiancé (yes that is new news in my life that I will elaborate on in a later post!) had for me was a book by Norwegian writer, Torbjørn Ekelund titled A Year in the Woods. In a nutshell, he goes on one self-described “micro-adventure” each month of the year. That does it, I thought - “this is going to be the year that I make that happen as well! I hope for some months to have either multiple outings and/or an extended adventure, but at the very least I can get out for one night each calendar month of 2022.” I hope, or should I say one of my many hopes during this experience will be to gain a closer understanding of both the dramatic and the subtle shifts in Nature as the days, weeks and months go by. I expect it to broaden what I glimpsed in 2018 while hiking the same trail during every calendar month of that year. So far, I am 2 for 2, having just returned from an outing the past two days. But I will share more on February later. I want to start at the beginning and highlight my January adventure now. Please enjoy, excerpted from the pages of my journal…

January 27th and 28th - Loyalsock State Forest

“Sipping my coffee in the grand snowy silence at my ridgeline campsite above Ketchum Run. Last night was cold and dark, perhaps and most probably the coldest night I have spent in the woods, quite fitting for January! I stayed relatively cozy though bundled up in my sleeping bags (yes bags!), a candle in the snow for ambience, and for dinner some warm and comforting chicken and dumplings washed down with a fine porter and some sips of bourbon.

I awoke today pleasantly surprised by a light dusting of snow on my tent and snow gently falling through the Hemlock forest around me! I guess that Nor’Easter pushed a little further West after all :-) I have just been quietly sitting here in the snow, just being in this Winter forest, so silent, frozen and at peace…

Shelter for a night and a day - January 2022

Hiking in yesterday, I learned within minutes, and with joy as there is much more snow up here in the mountains than in the valley at home, this was going to be a snow shoe adventure, not a micro-spike hike. And so an immediate pause was in order to re-equip. ‘Ok, now we’re having fun’ I thought as I meandered my way through the snow-draped, frozen forest. All stream crossings were tentative but successful steps across the snow laden ice that all but completely deafened that sound of the water flow underneath, only barely exposed in small gaps here and there. In fact, the quiet - aside from the crunch and sloosh of my snow shoes and sound of my breath - was all that could be heard.

And so it was that ever so peacefully I decided roughly 2.5-3 miles in that a certain patch of towering Hemlocks on a ridge resting above several frozen features of water flow clutched to the cliffs along Ketchum Run was going to be my home for the night.

Well into nightfall as I sat cozy in my camp chair and sleeping bags, I noticed the faint twinkling of stars in the forecasted cloudy night sky. The speckling in the Hemlock canopy openings was a welcome surprise but no doubt allowed the temperatures to plummet a bit more into the teens than expected. But it also accentuated the dark of night. Cold and Dark - January - yes, perfection!

So quiet, I just let my mind drift into the oblivion of night. Every now and then a faint hoot or howl would break the silence - owls, coyotes perhaps. Such beautiful darkness. Eventually the cold would let me know it was time to get bundled up inside the tent.

When I woke this morning, peering at the weird shadows on top of the tent, a little tap of my finger would reveal with giddy delight that it had snowed! In fact, it was snowing!!! And it would continue throughout the day. And even better, it was so delicate, a dry, powdery snow (thanks to the cold) that I can just sit here in the open air of the forest, wrapped in my bags enjoying it without getting or feeling wet.

My cozy little nook off of Loyalsock Trail - January 2022

And so there I sat indeed with my biscuits and gravy with sausage crumbles and hot coffee, breathing in every breath of that clean, pure, piney air for as long as I could until I knew it was time I must move. I applauded myself for realizing this was a moment to be savored for as long as possible, to forego other hiking possibilities this day and just be in this moment - the calm silence, the falling of the fresh snow, the smell of the pine, the barred owl calling ‘who cooks for you? who cooks for you all?!’

Forest view at my campsite - January 2022

Everything cloaked in new snow.

Once I was able to pull myself to my feet, get packed and get moving, I enjoyed more moments frozen in time. Frozen waterfalls that is. I knew this is what I wanted to photograph - a scene I actually came first to know last March and now presented again, but more dramatically on this excursion. Along the cliffside rising above this stretch of Ketchum Run is an ice blue frozen cascade, and this time heavily draped in snow - a scene of pure Winter majesty.

Freshly dusted forest and a frozen over waterfall under there! - January 2022

Frozen wall and fresh snow along Ketchum Run - January 2022

After capturing my moment in time I would more diligently get to the snow shoeing out, and just in proper time as the temperatures would plummet well into single digits and sub-zero windchills come nightfall. And now I was a bit wet from sweat and the constant grazing of my enormous pack against the hanging boughs of Hemlocks dropping their snow down over me and slowly but surely adding weight to my beast of a satchel. I do not have the proper gear yet for sub-zero’s!

Alas, I safely got out of the chill and back to warmth, a great January adventure under toe!”

All my best until next time,

Brandon

P.S. - Since I never posted any, here’s a few extra gems from my time out there last Winter!…

Alan Seeger Natural Area - February 2021

Frozen Fir forest - February 2021

Encased in ice - February 2021

Proof of Life!

Hi there everyone - friends for whom it has been quite some time (over a year in fact) since you’ve heard from me and a warm welcome to you newcomers I had the pleasure of meeting back out there in real life this past September/October. I hope this finds everyone staying healthy and doing well…

I can thankfully say on my end that things, relatively speaking anyway, are good. Although, whoops I went and let a whole year go by without writing anything here for you all and that makes me sad. I think, probably like many of you, I have just been trying my best to stay safe, smart and happy. And despite actually having lots of pretty cool news and good things to share over the past several months, I have remained very inward about it all, and keeping to my close circle of loved ones.

To say I have a lot in my back log of pictures and stories and life updates is an understatement… but I do!

And so this little message is (as titled and probably mostly for my own sanity sake of initiating contact once again and achieving the goals I have set for myself) to verify proof I’m still out here and wanting to get back to sharing the grand beauty of nature with you all.

My sincerest wishes that this January is kicking your 2022 off to a positive start. The next post I have planned will be a bit more exciting, but for today please accept my invitation to follow along on what surely promises to be a bumpy ride, but one chocked full of epic adventure and little slices of heaven…

P.S. - Please feel free to share your own proof of life, reach out with any questions or comments, and/or just say hi anytime!

My very best,

Brandon

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” - Gandalf (J.R.R. Tolkien) from Lord of the Rings

I suppose it would be redundant to say “wow, what times are these?!” And although I agree it is important to keep informed, I also feel it is important to take a step back and re-channel. Something I’ve enjoyed since the holidays and inadvertently realized last night how good of an impact it is having on me is catching up on some adventure/inspirational documentary films. Shamefully to say, until the past couple nights I had yet to watch “The Dawn Wall” and “Free Solo.” If these aren’t ringing a bell, they are both about climbing and I highly recommend looking them up! And if you are with me on these, all I can say is - well, I can’t even find the words right now!!! I find it funny/interesting that although climbing is not something I personally have ever gotten into or even tried (I have a heights thing, lol, which actually I have come leaps and bounds towards conquering the past decade thanks to many of the situations I have put myself in!), I find films about climbing to be some of the most compelling and inspirational… and crazy at times, lol!

A couple nights ago, I honestly was choked up with tears of elation and awe-inspiring awesomeness at the end of “The Dawn Wall.” And then last night while watching “Free Solo” it hit me that, as I was writhing in my seat and practically unable to watch 😂 from the mind-blowing cinematography, just how good viewing these was for me. I could feel the adrenaline of inspiration flowing through me and I have been geeking out just thinking about getting back out there!

I guess the point I am trying to make is - that when things are going rough and we find ourselves bogged down and overwhelmed, a little distraction in the direction of something we love can really help us regain our focus.

On that note, and in the spirit of pursuing our passion, I’d like to share two recent acquisitions I am personally stoked about - guess who has a brand new backpack to break in thanks to Osprey’s awesome “All Mighty Guarantee!” Though I am very sad to see my pack of the past 7 and a half years and soooo many mind-blowing adventures go, I am at the same time so excited to break in a new satchel! And with the advances of the new model, carrying hefty loads is supposed to be even a bit more comfortable🤞😁 Not to mention, my fallen pack will live on in reincarnation somewhere as Osprey recycles every part they possibly can of backpacks they deem unable to bring back to a “fully functional state.”

And you may not realize this, but (for you old school camera geeks like me out there) every image I have presented to you since I began using a 4x5 large-format view camera has been taken using what is considered a “normal” lens in this size - which is 150mm. (Think 45-50mm in 35mm format or 90mm in medium-format focal lengths). If you’ve spoken to me at all about how I “see” things, you know I am all about the big picture! Not only do I dream of working in 8x10 large format someday, but I would equally love to own a Linhof 617 Technorama panoramic camera! But, although I must digress from these thoughts for the time being… I did just find myself at an incredible price and in awesome shape, a beautiful looking Super Angulon 90mm wide-angle lens for the 4x5 format… AND again for you camera geeks like me, it’s a Copal Multi-Coated f5.6 stopping all the way down to f64!!! Do I really have to tell you I can’t wait to start sizing things up with this puppy?!!😁

So between the new pack, a new lens, and snowshoes that still properly need broken in, like I said in my last post - come on SNOW in the Northeast!!!!!!!!!❄️

With my best regards,

Brandon

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Happy New Year!

I was just looking over my New Years post from last year and, as I sigh, I don’t think I am alone when I say that 2020 has left us with much to be desired. As a fellow artist recently said to me - “I am not going to pretend to know anyone else’s struggles” - but I will say that we are all together in that we have all been impacted in our own unique ways.

For me, I was coming off an utterly amazing year in 2019 and brimming with hope and confidence of what the New Year would have in store!… Needless to say, it was a very different year. But it was not all bad, some of it quite good and rewarding in fact! And I sit here ultimately thankful for what I do have.

And I’m still crazy enough to look to the future with optimism! I think we need a little of that. Although I can’t say when for sure or what “normal” might be once we emerge from this, but I hold hope that we will figure it out. Who knows, maybe we will have learned a thing or two as well???

For my part, my goals looking forward remain quite similar. Though I definitely need to “get creative” to figure some logistics out, I intend to work at both the creative and personal facets of my life in the best manner possible given the situation. Isn’t that all one can do? And whatever the timeline ends up being for this or that, so be it, as long as I keep pushing onward, cherishing time with loved ones and living.

In these Winter months ahead, one priority is to keep communication and share the positivity of Nature’s beauty with you all on a more consistent basis. I sincerely hope I am able to procure the means that I need to once again be able to work on my photographs, as I think I have mentioned before - my back log of film that I am absolutely stoked about is piling up!!!

And let’s not forget the really fun part of it all - getting out there!!! So come on SNOW in the Northeast!!!!!!!!!❄️ In regards to that notion, there are a few things I’m pretty stoked about, but that is for another post…

So, there you have it. Those are my thoughts for these Winter months and I am going to bite my tongue on any speculation of Spring/Summer and beyond. We shall see where we are in time… but in the meantime, please enjoy a few iPhone pics of moments “out there” in Winter’s past from one of my favorite places on Earth, Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom. Just maybe one or two of these is representative of actual photographs I exposed😉

My absolute best wishes for everyone to have a safe, healthy, wonderful, Happy New Year!

Brandon

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Merry Christmas/Winter Solstice Tidings

I just want to take a moment to wish you all my very best. Although our gatherings may not be great in size this season, I hope they are immeasurably merry in spirit. I have recently been reminded of just how precious life is. May we celebrate the simple things that can easily, but never should be taken for granted this holiday.

In reference to my post last week about getting out to break in my new snowshoes - I unfortunately was unable to get out for a hike in the fresh powder. I did get to do lots of shoveling though, haha! I was out yesterday for a couple miles but the snowshoes weren’t as necessary as just having my microspikes with trail and snow conditions trampled and crusty at this point. The fresh mountain air felt great though and it was nice to get out with snow on the ground in honor of the Winter Solstice and Holiday Season.

With Warmest Wishes and Gratitude, please enjoy this handful of festive pics and have yourself a Merry little Christmas! 🎄❄️🎅

Brandon

Scene from Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom last Winter. Talk about “Over the River and Through the Woods…”😍

Scene from Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom last Winter. Talk about “Over the River and Through the Woods…”😍

Back yard in the midst of Winter Storm Gail last week!

Back yard in the midst of Winter Storm Gail last week!

Dawn breaks the morning after. 😊

Dawn breaks the morning after. 😊

“She’s a beaut Clark!” 😂

“She’s a beaut Clark!” 😂

😁

😁

The Jolly Ole Soul hard at work! (Compliments of my grandfather😊)

The Jolly Ole Soul hard at work! (Compliments of my grandfather😊)

Magic in the air… Ho Ho Ho!!!

Magic in the air… Ho Ho Ho!!!