...Autumn had painted the landscape in shades of gold, russet, and crimson. The foliage fluttered in the breeze, leaves twirling to the ground like confetti at a grand celebration. Occasionally, a gust of wind would send a cascade of leaves tumbling down...

...the steep hills, the rolling fog, the way each neighborhood has its own feel. Some seem to catch all the sun, others live in the shadow of fog. Each area embraces the city's landscape in its own way, reflecting San Francisco's eclectic character...

...As I ventured into the forest, I marveled at the coast redwoods—tall, straight, and impossibly old.  Some trees here are over 1,000 years old, their trunks thick and their bark rough to the touch...

...my attention was drawn to the window.  The Chicago skyline stretched into the cool fall night, the tall buildings glowing with an intricate mosaic of light.  The clock ticked louder in my mind.  Time was short, but the scene through my window demanded attention...

...By setting a camera to a long exposure, you capture the movement of light sources—headlights, taillights, even glowing billboards—and transform them into brilliant, abstract streaks...

…I got dressed as quickly as I could, grabbed my camera, and left my friends, still asleep in the warm cabin.  Instantly, the cold hit me, that sharp bite that makes your breath turn into clouds…