Reward’s of my adventures!

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Reward for my photo adventures is capturing these beauties in their natural settings.

Wild Horse Virginia Range Nevada

Wild Horse Virginia Range Nevada

First aerial photography experience.

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A deceased and decaying wild horse.

A deceased and decaying wild horse.

I have delved into the world of aerial photography via the purchase of a DJI quadcopter. Here’s the story: I went to the area where there are a lot of wild horses east of Reno Nevada. I did not know there was a dead or decaying wild horse at this location until I uploaded the content to my computer. If I would have seen the horse I would have tried to figure how it died(whether by vehicle etc.) This is the first time my cameras have been able to look out to places I haven’t been to on foot.

If you’d like to see the model of quadcopter I bought check it out here.


Recovered From Loss of Mom by Photographing Wild Horses.


Recovered from loss of my Mom by Photographing Wild Horses
In December of 2012, my mom succumbed to Pancreatic Cancer. She was diagnosed with it in the summer of 2012, and died from the cancer less than 6 months later. My mom was my rock, she was the only one in my immediate family who cared and loved me. She knew I was alone and unwillingly at odds with society.
It was a strange trip back to Maryland, I currently live in California and had not been to MD, where they lived, in over 15 years. I left Maryland in 1997, disgusted and estranged from the rest of my family. I left MD to seek out my Manifest Destiny. I left to remake my life, and pursue and develop the creative side of me. I also left Maryland to recover from the trauma caused from the fact that I could not raise nor be in my son’s life.
While at the hospital my mom could hear me when I talked to her, and she briefly opened her eyes to see me. While she laid there dying, I only had three brief moments without my sister in the room, but I made sure I communicated my exact thoughts; “mom, you made me happy.” She was the World’s best mom, at least in my mind. On December 30th, only a mere 40 minutes after I arrived at the hospital I watched her last breaths, and she was gone. I did not understand, and I was confused why she had been taken away from me and why I had to see her while she lay in a hospital bed dying from one of the worse diseases a human must endure.
The trip back to California was filled with teared-up eyes and utter grief. I was tore up, but I knew when I got back to California I had one thing, and one thing only at my disposal. MY CAMERA, and an urge to fulfill another one of my life’s dreams.

I rented a car and drove to Nevada. Nevada you ask? Yes, Nevada, the Reno area to be exact. Reno is mostly known for gambling and cheap hotels, but I knew something that most photogs don’t know. In an area known as the Virginia Range there exists a species of wildlife that has largely been ignored, disrespected and mistreated. They are known as MUSTANGS, aka wild horses. One of my life’s’ dreams has been to photograph them in their natural setting.
What I encountered and learned next was astonishing, shocking, sad, intimate, and satisfying. I drove around Storey County in Nevada, asking questions of locals, looking and searching and seeking those horses. And guess what? I found them. The first herd I found was located in an area known as the Pine Nut Mountain area. That was where I learned what the terms “boss mare” and a “stallion” meant. That is where I learned the boss mare protects and inquires about whom or what enters their family or space.
After I photographed that band and or herd, I moved onto another area. An area east of Reno known as the Clarke Mountain area, where there is a power plant, industrial parks, a dump, and police training areas. An area where the Truckee River weaves through, an area where there is abundant wildlife, a large brothel, and BLM land.

That is where I learned a fact that triggered something in my brain. The trigger fixed me; I was no longer depressed about my mom, a trigger that helped me to speed up my recovery.
I will explain, people asked me how can you tell those horses are wild; they could simply be roaming around on a ranch, so I allowed them to tell me and show me their life. I parked the car on the side of the road, grabbed my cameras, GPS and started walking. I immediately encountered a band. A band is a family unit that has a stallion (a male), juveniles and mares. One stallion may fulfill multiple mares and create multiple juveniles. Stallions protect the band. Mares are the Moms, they need to know who is penetrating their band and they need to know who you are if you decide to proceed. I followed one band many miles into land that showed evidence of Mountain Lions, Coyotes and multiple bands of Mustangs.
Wild horses were originally not wild, they were feral, left to run on the range by previous owners who for economic or personal reasons felt they would survive better on their own.
That band of horses, allowed me to get close, allowed me to be in their space, allowed me to observe their young playing and frolicking. But after several hours something happened that helped me realize: were all confused, were all sad, and were all dismayed about death. (see photos)
You see that band of horses led me into an area that was full of bones. Horse bones were everywhere, and the boss mare of that band with a simple glance, facial or body gesture helped me conclude even a horse has a hard time with the death of one of their own.
No other person nor religious text nor song nor relative helped me out of my depressive state, but a boss mare from a Mustang band in hostile wild country snapped me out-of-it. I was now okay.
I miss my mom, but I constantly think back to my encounters with the Mustangs in the Virginia Range. My encounter with those Mustangs made me happy just like my Mom did!

Flickr Photo Set of Mustangs

Driving Donner’s Pass Sierra Nevada’s Winter Storm

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Recently I returned to the Reno area to photograph the Wild Horses or Mustangs that roam the Virginia Range. The weather was cold, anywhere from the mid 50’s or down to the upper 20’s. The ground was frozen in some areas on the VirginiaBand of Mustangs Virginia Range, Nevada Range.


I got some nice shots, and braved the cold, and the wind and the hostile conditions to photograph those Mustangs.

But what I wasn’t aware of is the day I wanted to return to the SF Bay area a snow storm was now occurring in front of me on Interstate 80, which meant the full force of it would be felt at Donner’s Pass. I bought snow chains at Walmart for $40.00, and started out at 12 noon. As I was driving I could see the outside temps slowly dropping, 52, 48, 42, 36, 32, 30, then it stopped declining once it reached 29 degrees. the first 25 minutes on the highway was dry, then it started snowing, traffic slowed, the snow came down harder. The elevation went from 2,000 feet to above 5,000.  The snow was coming down hard. Then eventually snow chain signs started appearing. The traffic slowed even more, until the highway was covered in snow. The snow was  laying on the pavement. Eventually I could not see any pavement, and I had to plow myself through the snow with snow chains on the car.
At the snow chain installation area, an elderly couple asked me to install the chains on their car, so I did, and afterwards they gave me $20 bucks. A minute later an elderly disabled fellow asked me if I would help him, so I installed the snow chains on his car. I did not accept his money, but I considered that a pay-it-forward deal.

When I started the drive I was nervous and a bit scared. But after a while, I realized this is right-up-my-alley, and concluded that drive during a snow storm on a mountain highway was an adventure. I do indeed think it’s an adventure worth selling.

A few pics of the snowy adventurous commute below.





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