Xingping from Laozhai Shan on Flickr. There is a little mountain in China named Laozhai Shan (Old Village Mountain). In 2010 I climbed this mountain and got a view from the summit that is hard to match. In the foreground is the town Xingping and the Li River. Here the river makes almost a 360 degree turn! In the background are limestone mountains that dot the landscape. 
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Xingping from Laozhai Shan on Flickr.

There is a little mountain in China named Laozhai Shan (Old Village Mountain). In 2010 I climbed this mountain and got a view from the summit that is hard to match. In the foreground is the town Xingping and the Li River. Here the river makes almost a 360 degree turn! In the background are limestone mountains that dot the landscape. 

Tongariki Silhouettes on Flickr. Our ancestors would gaze at the stars with purpose and humility. Many cultures would give them names and in them find gods and mythical beings. They would guide our ancestors across sands, seas and oceans, to the most remote places on Earth. Such is Easter Island. To the Rapa Nui, the island was “te pito te henua” – the navel of the world. Isolated, they formed unique beliefs and worship. Out of condensed volcanic ash, they carved over 800 sentinels that they called the Mo’ai, and walked them to locations all around the island. These were the only borders they knew. They were alone, surrounded by thousands of kilometers of ocean. They may have thought the island to be the only remaining land on Earth. Kneeling before the silhouettes of the Mo’ai and gazing at the stars above, it is hard not to wonder, what is our future? What are our borders? Are we alone?
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Tongariki Silhouettes on Flickr.

Our ancestors would gaze at the stars with purpose and humility. Many cultures would give them names and in them find gods and mythical beings. They would guide our ancestors across sands, seas and oceans, to the most remote places on Earth. Such is Easter Island.

To the Rapa Nui, the island was “te pito te henua” – the navel of the world. Isolated, they formed unique beliefs and worship. Out of condensed volcanic ash, they carved over 800 sentinels that they called the Mo’ai, and walked them to locations all around the island. These were the only borders they knew. They were alone, surrounded by thousands of kilometers of ocean. They may have thought the island to be the only remaining land on Earth.

Kneeling before the silhouettes of the Mo’ai and gazing at the stars above, it is hard not to wonder, what is our future? What are our borders? Are we alone?

The Shadow Of The Moai on Flickr.I tried to line up this shot to get the halo right behind the head of the moai. The shot worked, but I had to fuse there different exposures to get the detail in the foreground.
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The Shadow Of The Moai on Flickr.

I tried to line up this shot to get the halo right behind the head of the moai. The shot worked, but I had to fuse there different exposures to get the detail in the foreground.

Hotu Iti Sunrise on Flickr.Sunrise at Hotu Iti with the cliffs of Poike (an old extinct volcano) and Motu Marotiri (the tiny turret island) on the left. The volcanic rock can be seen in the foreground.
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Hotu Iti Sunrise on Flickr.

Sunrise at Hotu Iti with the cliffs of Poike (an old extinct volcano) and Motu Marotiri (the tiny turret island) on the left. The volcanic rock can be seen in the foreground.

Sunrise at Ahu Tongariki on Flickr.I took several photos before it started raining. To my surprise, a rainbow formed shortly after. One of my most memorable days while traveling.
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Sunrise at Ahu Tongariki on Flickr.

I took several photos before it started raining. To my surprise, a rainbow formed shortly after. One of my most memorable days while traveling.