Black Butte Drowned in Color | One Photo

It was the first evening of the long trip. Only half an hour before, we descended the slopes of Mt Shasta back to camp, and I was feeling restless, fed by the mountain’s energy. Something hinted me to return to a turn in the road where we drove earlier that day, and I couldn’t but listen to the whisper.

Following it was more than worth it. When I reached that turn, the sun was just about to start its descent behind the mountain range to the west, and soon, the steep slopes of Black Butte were drowned in the most beautiful colours.

It was, hands down, one of the – or, probably THE – most beautiful sunset I’ve ever witnessed. The colors danced around the short but sharp peak and the air was buzzing with energy. I could feel it on my skin, and I could almost hear it, this hum, this crackle, and tunes of the song only the mountain with the choir of the sunset could sing.

Mount Adams | One Photo

We saw Mount Adams for quite some time from different places in Oregon before we finally got this grand view of the mountain during our hike up Mt Rainier. For the entirety of the trip, I wasn’t able to identify it and in the end, I found out its name only after I posted it on Instagram. Thank you random stranger for correcting me!

The mountain was our companion during the times of turmoil when my car broke down in the middle of nowhere in Oregon, and then as we made our way north to Washington. It was almost as saying goodbye to an old friend when we left Mt Rainier and with it the last views of Mount Adams, heading to Olympia.


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Mt Rainier | One Photo

John Muir said it best.

“Of all the fire-mountains which like beacons once blazed along the Pacific Coast, Mount Rainier is the noblest.”

And it would be hard to disagree; Mount Rainier welcomed us dressed in snow and with gardens of ever-so-beautiful wildflowers which were hard to ignore. The slopes of Mt Rainier were covered with young trees, fresh grass and dozens of crystal-clear streams running down through the meadows.

It was beautiful and completely breathtaking – and it returns to me often in my dreams. Again, the only thing I can say is how grateful I am for that I can be in this world and experience it.


More One-Photo posts:

Foggy Redwoods

Grand Teton

Crater Lake

Bridalveil Fall

Half Dome

Crater Lake | One Photo

I’ve wanted to visit Crater Lake for… a long time. Last year, when I took my parents on a road trip, we drove just 30 miles south of it – but because our schedule was packed that day, we decided not to take the turn and go to the lake.

Crater Lake has been nagging in the back of my mind even more consistently since. And this month, I finally got to visit this wonder. What I can’t say, however, is that the lake would stop nagging. Ever since I laid my eyes on it for the first time, my mind has been trying to wrap itself around it. How does something like this even exist? No photos can do justice to the blue of the water – the bluest blue I’ve ever seen – or to the size of the lake, or to the gradient of the sky above it. To take it all in in one look is impossible; you have to turn your head from side to side to be able to take in the whole lake.

Yet again, I was completely amazed by the wonders of the planet we live on as I stood on the top of the lookout where we hiked with my boyfriend . It took some time and convincing for him to get me to start hiking back down. I could be staring at that lake for centuries and never be able to comprehend it, never have enough…

Logan Pass View | One Photo

The view from above Logan Pass, most probably Going-to-the-sun Mountain or Matahapi Peak in the center and a part of Hanging gardens on the right. Glacier National Park, Montana.

Because sometimes, I just want to share photos that have a really special place in my heart or I’m really proud of, here and there, You’ll start seeing these published. I didn’t know how to do it for some time because honestly, I’m not very well off with website design, but I’ve decided to just do it the way I know. So here goes.

It was on my back from the very-not-pleasant weather that ruled the mountains above Logan Pass in Glacier National Park. Every other part of my body was drenched to the bone, but thanks to my rain shell jacket, at least my torso was more or less untouched and wasn’t going straight hypothermic. I encountered some interesting weather up there – hail/thunderstorm with winds that almost blew me off the mountain. Fun. A lot of fun…

It was only when the thick clouds/fog lifted that I could see anything; before, I was just drowning in the white nothingness surrounding me. The mountains showed themselves for a couple minutes and I could enjoy the beauty of it all, and see that in the eastern part of the park, it’s probably nice and, if not completely, at least almost-sunny.


Below, you can see a couple edits of this original image. I couldn’t decide which one I liked the most!

Bridalveil Fall | One Photo

Bridalveil Fall, Yosemite Valley, Yosemite National Park, California

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It was amazing to see the first light after a long drive through the dark. Coming to Yosemite often, it was a little different this time; I was on a mission. I was on a mission to show my parents why I love this place so much, to have them understand why I love the life I live.

It was easier than I thought. Bridalveil Fall in Yosemite Valley, our very first stop of the road trip I brought my parents on, did the job almost immediately.

The soft morning light made the waterfall seem to be falling right from heaven. Cold droplets of pristine water carried by the winds landed on our faces. One look at my parents’ eyes was enough to see that they, too, were immediately charmed by the beauty of Yosemite. And we’ve barely just begun…

Half Dome | One Photo

Half Dome from Tioga Road.

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That morning was cold. I shook the dew off my tent before starting to pack up, my headlamp the only source of light. I could see the touch of dawn in the sky, but it wasn’t enough for my eyes to be able to see what I was doing.

That morning was cold. Cold like my heart whenever I have to leave this little piece of miracle that Yosemite National Park is.

That morning was cold. I left Tuolumne Meadows and stopped by to say bye to Tenaya Lake. By that time, the sky was nectarine orange and grey-deep blue.

That morning was cold. The lone road led me through the mountains and then, Half Dome showed itself to comfort me. The sun has just started to come up somewhere in the East and that prominent piece of granite appeared to be the one emitting the orange light.

The morning became warm.

And I didn’t say goodbye to this place I love.

The morning was warm and I said, “See you soon.”