My Favorite Images of 2014: Part 1


I shot many images in 2014. As I review them there are some that capture my imagination. Here are the first 11 images:

Spider Meadows, Glacier Peak Wilderness

Spider Meadows, Glacier Peak Wilderness

Skagit County Barn: Early Morning

Skagit County Barn: Early Morning

Mount Adams and Split Rock, along the Pacific Crest Trail in the Goat Rocks Wilderness

Mount Adams and Split Rock, along the Pacific Crest Trail in the Goat Rocks Wilderness

Padilla Bay

Padilla Bay

Crystal Lake, Alpine Lakes Wilderness

Crystal Lake, Alpine Lakes Wilderness

Skagit Valley

Skagit Valley

Liberty Bell and the North Cascades Highway

Liberty Bell and the North Cascades Highway

Samish River

Samish River

In the Subway, Zion National Park, Utah

In the Subway, Zion National Park, Utah

Stormy Skies at Maple Pass, North Cascades

Stormy Skies at Maple Pass, North Cascades

Skagit River Bridge

Skagit River Bridge

Colchuck Lake, Enchantments, Alpine Lakes Wilderness

Colchuck Lake, Enchantments, Alpine Lakes Wilderness

26 thoughts on “My Favorite Images of 2014: Part 1

  1. As I went through these photos I was taking note of which ones I would comment on as my favourites but by the time I got to number 6 I realised I would have to comment on all of them. These are beautiful and I could not pick an outright favourite. I’m really looking forward to seeing more of your images Andy from 2014.

      • Been away and only caught up tonight (15th) Great images throughout but the 1st post to me had more of what I like. And that’s always very subjective and personal so please don’t be offended by me saying that.

      • God, no, I am never offended! Its all subjective. And with photos, the photographer has the story/experience of getting there and being there to take the pictures, which totally effects how he/she views the shot…

  2. Ancient Tombs of Banan

    Four very light pebbles attached
    to flung-sprung rubber band found
    between new laid bricks, retrieved
    by mound-viewing haze-gazer reminds
    him of the day he gave up that for this.

    Tall seeded grasses wave as a group
    passes and a small bee buzzes with
    interest. The man with no plan sees rice
    on the land, chattel by cart, its grain
    raked onto black plastic on the road.

    Some is still standing, Van Gogh’s yellow
    landing between green and smoldering
    fields. Ggachis fly by, bales are stacked
    high, a rooster lets loose surrounded by
    mountains’ shapes feathered in as if Ross

    took his two-incher and stroked Payne’s
    gray in a jagged horizontal line between
    white grading to blue atop, and the
    harvester’s fog below. Set free again, he
    sits looking at ancient burial homes

    so rounded and soft, kept mown, who
    knows how, in pairs that excite the
    dream of the lonely tractor driver
    who precisely gathers the rows. He
    leaves tracks for spring’s women to sew.

    Here comes a guard atop Folk Museum
    to punch his post. He doesn’t look hard
    or he’d see the forbidden beer that
    mimics the color of one more field’s
    cloud that floats by but still notices tears.

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