Amidst some upcoming geographical moves (more on that in a few weeks) I had to squeeze in a final trip north to Tahoe. With some time on my hands, I decided to make the drive along 395 a two day event. Arriving in Lone Pine the first night had the Alabama Hills calling to me. It had been years since I shot the mystical boulders and under a (nearly) full moon I had to head out and explore.
With all the news surrounding California and it's incomprehensible level of drought, part of the trip was geared towards uncovering and photographing some of these keynote drought stricken scenes. Instead of finding reservoirs bearing the scars of water receded, I found winter, or better it found me. Suddenly April became what January should have been as spring snow flakes fell. With the full moon having just passed two days prior, I knew there would be excellent opportunities to photograph the fresh snow. With the moon beaming down from above, I captured several glistening images along the Truckee River.