Taken in the Yucca Valley desert during a California storm known as "Lucifer." It felt like a graveyard as I weaved between dead joshua trees and barren land in the dreary fog.
2016 was the first year I witnessed fall colors in the Sierras (and actually the first year I saw real fall color at all). The feeling of walking through Aspen forests of pure yellow with leaves falling onto my head made me feel like I was in a fantasy movie. After sitting on most of my photos from the trip and not releasing anything, I thought I’d finally post this one after seeing Alex Noriega post a nearly identical composition of this same clump of trees that he shot before me in 2012. Didn’t mean to copy, but it is pretty cool to see that I had a similar vision to a photographer who inspires me. His post processing of the scene definitely influenced what you see here. Can’t wait to get back up to these mountains and see how everything has changed this winter.