Sunday, September 17, 2017

Photos from Portillo

While planning our summer trip, my husband surprised me when he suggested we go skiing after our time in Colombia. Skiing? It had been nearly 20 years since I'd been on skis. Yet, I didn't let that stop me from saying YES.

We went to Portillo, up in the Andes Mountains of Chile. WAY up in the mountains. Serene and beautiful. It was a stark beauty that surrounded us there above the tree line. If we should go back, I've got to get beyond beginner hills so I can take my camera with me on the slopes. The views from the top of the beginner hill was terrific, I can only imagine the vistas from the advanced runs. We also enjoyed the hospitality -- it nearly rivaled the views. (Yes, everyone was that friendly and kind.)

Many of my landscape shots are comprised of three photos -- part of the reason why I had over a thousand pictures from this trip.

This blog post is different from many of my others in that I added a few pictures that I took with my phone. Sometimes the best camera is the one you have with you. (Which is why I need to learn how to ski without falling down - so I can take my big camera with me on the slopes.)

The view from our hotel room.

One of the rugged peaks.

It looks like you are going to ski right into the lake when coming down the hill.

Sunsets were magnificent.

Good thing they close the lifts before sunset, otherwise there would be more injuries.

A divine spotlight.

The mountain trying to catch some sunlight.

The sky is on fire.

I loved the reflection on the lake.

The bright yellow of the hotel contrasted with the mountain and evening sky.

From the front of the hotel, the moon standing sentinel.


Not sure what this building was for, but it stood in front of the hotel.

The view from the front of the hotel.


Cotton candy floating above the ruggedness.

Love those dots of color on the mountain.

For the 4th of July, the ski instructors held a torchlight parade for the Americans at the hotel.

A view of the southern hemisphere sky over the Andes.

I love it when I get sharp night images.

Lake, mountains, and stars -- breathtaking. (And cold.)

One of the beginner lifts being groomed. I wonder if the drivers even notice the stars anymore.

Here are a few pictures from my phone...

On the slope.

The girls often left me behind. This time they kindly waited for me.


At the end of a day of skiing.

Look at the reflection!

I am going to get this printed. How can I not?
Saying goodbye to Portillo.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Photos from Santa Marta

While in Colombia, my husband insisted we visit the coast so we could see the Caribbean. With several recommendations from family members, we took a mini-vacation from Bogota and traveled to Santa Marta.

Bogota's climate was temperate and humid, Santa Marta's hot and humid. The heat turned out to be a blessing in disguise as not many people were out and about: only us heat acclimated Arizonans.

This post differs from most of my others as there are lots of photos of my family.

It took me a while, but I finally got the pose she wanted - mid flight in an Irish dance jump.

The Man Child enjoying the waves from the edge.

My Youngest - probably wondering how far she could get away with before we pulled her back.

The view from our little spot in paradise.

We've since realized that in the ocean is not his favorite place to be.

I can only imagine the cheesy comments that elicited these grins.

My family playing in the Caribbean Sea.

Posing for me.

From the other direction, this time with me in the photo.

I much prefer being on the this side of the camera.

A tiny island of green on the beach.

A few kites flying overhead.

The view from the lounge chair during the massage.

The Man-Child in deep thought.

The Girls took a break from playing in the sand to pose.

Her grin.

She would've stayed the rest of the week if we had let her.

Flowers along the path near the beach.

Several pelicans flew by, this one rested for a bit near us.

Another vista from our spot on the beach.

More deep thoughts.

That sand was hot!

Cloud formations in the distance.

Photographing the photographer.

Sand. Sand. Sand.

More sand.


I think she'd rather be back in the water.

Deep thought with perfect ringlets.


Returning from a photo session of their own.

More thoughts and just a ringlet.

At the bungaloo.