I’ve wanted to make one of these mini planets for a while but never really sat down and figured out how to do it. Using a full frame sensor with a fisheye lens was key. Instead of having to stitch together 90+ images it was more like thirty. I’m thinking about trying to do one of these at night and or doing one from the top of a mountain peak.

Jeremy was defending himself from the vicious wild peacocks that roam his farm with this long stick.

Teresa came to participate in some photographic debauchery.

Emma and Jeremy waiting for Billy to set up his lighting equipment. Billy’s photo can be seen here.

Check out Billy Orr’s work here, and check out Jeremy White’s work here.

There’s nothing like fresh mountain water!

Dana on Lion’s Head trail on our way up Mt Washington

Large Panoramic from the summit of Mt Washington facing southwest toward Lakes Of The Clouds. The Appalachian trail passes by lakes of the clouds hut and goes over the summit of Mt Washington.

Stars heading down Boott Spurr trail

View of Tuckerman’s Ravine from Lion’s head trail. Boott Spurr Trail runs along the ridge visible here.

It had rained for about three days before this and the clouds were still a little crazy so I thought why not go to my favorite local mountain view and see if I could catch the sunset. That turned out to be an excellent idea! There were two thunderstorms in the distance. The large one in the center was headed our way and every thirty seconds or so we would see a bolt of lightening.

Fall seemed to come so quickly this year.

This is my first panoramic HDR. More to come.

It was taken at the end of an excellent weekend trip up Mt. Marcy (which is not visible in this image). The mountain with the rock faces is Mt. Colden.

After cooking a meal and taking a power nap on top of Colden, we arrived at our campsite in a very nice area. Our tent was a short walk from a dam on the end of a lake with a beautiful view.

I was standing behind the dam in water taking pictures and Tank was sitting on the dam. Tank jumped up, pointed behind me, and yelled “A muskrat!”. I assumed it was a squirrel or something.

The next day we summited Mt. Marcy, took some pictures from the top and started heading down when Tank grabs my arm, points down the trail, and says “Muskrats! There’s two of them right there!”. To which I replied
“Those are bear cubs, and there’s three of them!”.
They scurried back into the woods and we proceeded with our hike. We spent the following 1/2 hour or so having a very loud conversation in an attempt to not spook mama bear if she were nearby.