One of the most amazing afternoons I had in the park was the first time I went out with a pilot to do some aerial photography. I’d flown in the park dozens of times, always amazed at how vast and rich the scenery is, from the air. But I’d never gone flying specifically to photograph, as I couldn’t afford that kind of expense.
So one summer I saved some coin, and rewarded myself in the fall with a couple of flights. Incredible doesn’t describe this; flying so close to such fantastic mountains, with no sense of scale whatsoever, everything becomes an abstraction; the entire world is abstract when we have no reference points. If you ever have the opportunity to do some flight seeing in the park, in good weather, jump at it. You’ll be glad you did.
A black and white version of this aerial photo, in the St. Elias mountains. A great wall with some wonderful lines on it.