The color white has many different meanings. White may mean pure, fresh or goodness to name a few. The color white is often associated with a fresh fall of snow or a new beginning. As we begin a new year this weekend we invite you to enjoy a display of “white” from our Lowepro Storytellers.
Yosemite Valley is the centerpiece of the well-known Yosemite National Park in California. With grand waterfalls, flowing creeks, picturesque hiking, and monumental granite cliffs is an ideal destination at any time of the year. But, during the winter months, it is a pure white wonderland for travelers who want to snowshoe, cross-country ski, make a snowman or simply sit in a lodge by a cozy fireplace.
Melissa & Omar had been working and studying in Australia, so when they came back to Canada they, of course, wanted a winter shoot! White it was, but the warmth of their smiles kept us cozy.
Dreaming of a white Christmas has taken on a whole new meaning now that I live on the coast of Portugal. It’s now a more simplified version, one filled with golden afternoon light, warmer water, and crisp clean air. The color white represents purity, perfection, and goodness – all elements I feel when able to enjoy the sun and sea even on a crisp winter day.
My first time skiing it snowed all day. I felt like I was exploring the world in a snow globe as colors popped out against the scenery. Towards the end of the day the snow had stopped, but the sky seemed to be reflecting the exact same color as the snow.
White is something I don’t usually photography unless it’s night time. Once you have the contrast nighttime can provide it is much easier to showcase white and its contrast and textures it any at all.
In the heart of a snowstorm, hiking on a mountain’s ridge top can be an accelerating and terrifying experience. Being submerged in absolute white with no other color tones or patterns around drives adventure skiers to explore and push out of their comfort zone.
One of my favorite aspects of the Northeast is the seasonal change. Just when you’re too damp and cold to soldier on, spring changes to summer and you’re ready to hit the beach in the blazing sun. Much as I love to see the autumn leaves morph color lighting the forest ablaze, winter is one of my favorite seasons in New York. The cold arrives in bright notes playing sharp on my face, and the stinging excitement of the first snow prompts a feeling of change here. Just this past weekend, we received a few inches along the beaches along with a nice little run of swell. As long as it’s cold, it might as well be snowing!
Every year when snow blankets the landscape I find inspiration to capture this new and pure perspective. So much snow came down overnight creating for easily some of the most challenging shooting conditions I have ever experienced when I took this image. Reaching this ranch here in Colorado typically is not a harrowing experience, but this particular morning was a legitimate blizzard and I couldn’t see further than the hood of my truck. Knowing heavy amounts of snow was expected overnight I dropped a pin on my old school Garmin car GPS just in case I needed to navigate blindly (I prefer it to my cell phone, just to answer those of you scratching your heads. Sure enough, this was the case and in the dark before the sun rose and what felt like driving in Star Wars with snowflakes as star trails, I utilized my GPS to follow the purple “path” on the screen as I crawled along. This is a gorgeous location to photograph any time of year, but the serenity of the snowfall muffling into pure silence all other sounds around me was incredible.
The wind-whipped snow danced across the frozen lake, catching itself onto fractures and mounds on the ice. Ahead the mountain stood, a stalwart in just another of many storms it’s endured over the millennia. Here in the winter Rockies, the white consumes all. Growing up in California I once had a dream of spring and green things, but I’m not sure I really lived until the first time I lost my icy breath into the winds of winter.
When I think “white”, polar bears on ice comes to mind for me. I captured these beautiful polar bears from a moving Adventure Canada ship just as the sun was setting with my Nikon D5 and an 800mm lens hand-held. We came upon these bears on an ice flow and I was able to get a few great close-up shots before they dove into the water.
We were hoping we wouldn’t see too much white during this assignment. Bikepacking on the Timber Trail in So Oregon is challenging enough without 20+ mph winds and snow covering the trail. We were on the Winter Rim, appropriately named, for Outside Magazine when the storm hit. For 2 days we peddled through it stopping occasionally to document the trip. I figured my toes and hands were gonna suffer, but I also knew photos would be better.
This image is shot while hiking the Presidential Range in the White Mountains. Mt Washington the tallest mountain in the range (which is behind me in this photo) is often called “Home of the World’s Worst Weather.” This is because the mountain towers above the surrounding New Hampshire landscape, and by elevation rise alone has temperatures 30 or 50 degrees F cooler than the trailheads leading up to the Presidential Traverse. This temperature differential is one of the main reasons the whole range is commonly covered in fog.
This fall I drove from Denver to Alberta. Being late September I expected to see the beginning of fall colors. I craved the first sighting of the rich oranges, yellows, and reds of the Fall season. When I got closer to Grand Tetons National Park in Wyoming I was suddenly in a whiteout on the road. It was like jumping through time and skipping the entire season. What a wonderful surprise to see the pine trees dusted with the first snow of the season in such a beautiful place. This was my view from the road, a white wintery wonderland.