What goes on down here under the Boardwalk after all the revelers let out of the bars above on a hot summer night I don't want to know. However on frigid early mornings it's about as peaceful as you can get in Old Orchard Beach. A few joggers running by, a stray dog walker and most likely a couple fellow photographers to keep you company are all that you'll see here.
Valley of Fire, Nevada. Storms like this don't roll in too often up here in the Northeast so when I get the chance to witness scenes like this it's always pretty special. I was actually in the middle of photographing the sunset to the West when I turned around and saw this storm system rolling in across the desert. I made a mad dash down into this little valley looking for some foreground interest and came away with this image. The clouds here look to me like tendrils snaking down from the heavens. What they're grasping for I have no idea.
