I’ve been selling on stock websites for about three years now and doing reasonably well with it, but I’d never seen where any of my work ended up. I’ve heard of people fining their photos on billboards, I’m not one of them. A couple of weeks ago I learned how to do an image-based Google search, so last night I started searching for my most popular photos. This is some of what I found.
I visited the Hearst Castle in the summer of 2006. Right on the coast of San Simeon, California, it’s a spectacular building built by newspaper tycoon William Randolph Hearst. Finished in 1947, the house became a hangout spot for some of the biggest celebrities of the day. As ever, I was fascinated by the architectural details. Having been built at a time when one could order antiquities out of catalogs, the gardens are filled with genuine ancient Egyptian statuary and other relics. The zoo that once graced the grounds is mostly gone, but there’s still a handful of animals roaming the property, if you’re lucky you might see a small zebra herd wandering around loose. Most tours are $25 and last about an hour, although there are some different options on the website. If you’re not sure, visit the free museum down the hill and decide then if you want to take the bus up to the house itself.
V-Bar-V gets its name from the ranch that used to occupy the land. Having been private land for so long, the petroglyphs here are remarkably well preserved. The site is believed to be a solar calendar – the sun falls on certain drawings at certain times of the year, telling the people who made them when to plant & harvest crops, or when to expect rain.
This is easily one of my favorite hikes. The trail follows the west fork of Oak Creek for almost three and a half miles as it flows down through the canyon. The trail is fairly flat, with soaring cliffs on each side as a backdrop to the forest. All along the trail were signs of flood and fire damage, and even a few patches of snow. It crosses the creek 13 times, including several that require wading through ankle deep (and ICE COLD) water. The first ford turned back at least two large, obnoxious groups of hikers, so I wasn’t too broken up about having to get my feet wet.
Other people’s trash that I packed out: