Jerome Cosyn Photography

Jerome Cosyn Photography Jerome Cosyn photographs the natural beauty of landscapes, birds, and wildlife. He lives in Ohio, and travels in North America and Europe.

Jerome Cosyn resides in Ohio, where he photographs the natural beauty of the landscape, as well as the birds and wildlife that inhabit the region. He also travels in the United States, Canada, and Europe to explore and photograph a wide variety of subjects. This site is a personal journey, discovering photography as an art, an interest, a skill, and a devotion. My goal is to share the journey: the

choices made, the lessons learned, the passions endured, and the joy obtained. Thanks for joining my journey.

Seeing The Bridalveil FallThere are many waterfalls at Yosemite, of course, but perhaps the one most commonly seen is Br...
06/23/2026

Seeing The Bridalveil Fall
There are many waterfalls at Yosemite, of course, but perhaps the one most commonly seen is Bridalveil. Its towering drop of more than 600 feet is visible immediately upon coming through the famous tunnel when entering the park from the south, and it appears opposite El Capitan in the iconic Ansel Adams photos looking down along the Valley. During the week I spent in Yosemite, I saw Bridalveil from many perspectives, looking up from below, looking across, and looking down from above, at different times of day, in different light and different weather. It commands attention from any point of view.


Yosemite National Park, Bridalveil Fall, May 26 & 27, 2026

Wandering In A FogThe morning was cool and still, and thick with fog. There would be nothing to see from any mountain ov...
06/23/2026

Wandering In A Fog
The morning was cool and still, and thick with fog. There would be nothing to see from any mountain overlook except a curtain of gray. Driving did not appeal; there was nowhere to go that would open a door in the fog. It was the perfect morning for a walk in the woods.

A woodland in fog becomes a fairytale world. At any moment, one could meet Aslan or The White Witch. Behind the dimly-seen trees lurk fauns, hobbits, elves, and wizards. The stillness of the fog makes every small sound important and portentous. In the distant voice of a flowing stream can be heard the tinkling laughter of a wood sprite. The soft scurry of a squirrel might be the muffled footfall of an approaching troll. In the fog, imagination is unfettered, free to populate the blankness as it will.

I set out into the woods with no destination, no path, no trail to follow, merely a wanderer, looking about with delight: Oh! That's interesting. What's over this way? I think I'll climb that slope and see what things look like from above. For an hour I wandered, damp, chilled, and smiling with delight. In the fog, all things seem possible, and in any direction, magic might be found.

When I realized that distant trees were now visible, and the fog was lifting, the spell was broken, and I returned to the world, still smiling. I had seen no other people as I wandered the woods. But I had been accompanied by the creatures of Narnia, Wonderland, and Middle Earth.


Yosemite National Park, Crane Flat, 26 May, 2026

Tech stuff: 28-400mm lens at 95mm, hand held, 1/40" @ f/6.3, ISO-450(auto).

Tenaya Lake is a beautiful alpine lake in the high country of Yosemite, nestled among great granite peaks and broad mead...
06/22/2026

Tenaya Lake is a beautiful alpine lake in the high country of Yosemite, nestled among great granite peaks and broad meadows, far above the famous Valley. On a cool May morning I spent some time exploring its shore and gazing across the clear blue water in awe.


Yosemite National Park, Tenaya Lake, 25 May, 2026

Tech stuff: 17-28mm lens at 17mm, hand held, 1/200" @ f/16, ISO-220(auto), -1⅓EV. The composition called out for a wide-angle lens, to emphasize the intriguing trees of the foreground while bringing as much of the distant granite domes into the picture as possible, creating a nice sense of depth. I was pleased that there were some clouds in the blue sky, and wanted to retain their texture without overexposing them into blinding white, and hence the exposure compensation. This pushed the histogram to the left, but it was a simple matter to add some fill light to the foreground in post. A bit of gentle dodging & burning helped to emphasize the lovely textures of the tree trunks.

Passing MinutesTwo images, taken as the sun was setting in the west and the moon rising in the east. In the first, sunli...
06/21/2026

Passing Minutes
Two images, taken as the sun was setting in the west and the moon rising in the east. In the first, sunlight was still striking the tops of the mountains, highlighting them in warm red-gold light. In the second, the mountains are in shadow, the sun having set. There is a glow of lavender and soft lilac color across the sky and the distant mountains. The scene and the mood are vastly changed. These photos were taken just three minutes apart.

Three minutes, and the entire scene is transformed.

It's a lesson Nature is endlessly teaching: light is fleeting, and everything changes. The scene before your eyes will quickly melt into something wholly different. A passing cloud, evanescent mist, the ebbing of tides, the rising or setting of the sun, Nature is perpetual change.

When I'm out in Nature, I am aware of the continuously changing light, and feel an urgency to pay attention to the way the mood of a scene is affected. Yet Nature also bathes me in a wonderful sense of calm, a peaceful tranquility, a feeling that each passing moment, though different from the last, is a gift of serene beauty, to be wondered at, savored, and enjoyed.

Whether capturing the transient moments with a camera, or only in memory and spirit, I am endlessly awed by the beauty Nature shows me. Every minute is a new and wondrous gift.


Death Valley National Park, Dante's View ridge, 30 April, 2026

Dante's Sunset ViewPerched on a path along a narrow ridge atop Death Valley called Dante's View, I watched as the sun se...
06/20/2026

Dante's Sunset View
Perched on a path along a narrow ridge atop Death Valley called Dante's View, I watched as the sun settled behind the peaks of the Paramint mountains to the west. From this point I had a breathtaking view of the vast salt flat of Badwater Basin, the lowest point in North America, about 5700 feet below the ridge. At such a distance, in the dimming light, the basin had the appearance of a lake, but there is almost no water there anymore. The dry lake bed is actually an enormous deposit of minerals left by the evaporation of water over the millennia in one of the hottest places on earth. During the day, the basin is a shiny white in the bright sunlight, made mostly of salt, calcite, and borax, spreading for miles across the valley. The terrain is some of the most bizarrely fascinating I've seen.


Death Valley National Park, Dante's View, 30 April, 2026

Tech stuff: 28-400mm lens at 50mm, hand held, 1/50" @ f/16, ISO-250. To achieve the "sunburst" or "sunstar" effect, I needed a narrow aperture catching just a sliver of the sun as it was going behind the mountain. This creates the lovely rays emanating from the sun. It's a commonly used effect, and perhaps a bit cliché, but it does add a bit of pizzazz to an image.

Skeleton Forest Driving a backroad through the Sierra Nevada in Tahoe National Forest, I saw a mountainside filled with ...
06/20/2026

Skeleton Forest
Driving a backroad through the Sierra Nevada in Tahoe National Forest, I saw a mountainside filled with these trees, thousands of them stripped bare and standing stark white, trunks and limbs naked, bright against the darker background foliage. It was so unusual and eye-catching I had to stop and take some photographs.

Do not ask me what caused this phenomenon; your guess is as good as mine. Something killed these trees—drought, disease, parasites, something—and then all leaves and bark were stripped. Perhaps the blight that killed them also turned them white; perhaps they were bleached by standing bare in the sun. I have never before seen anything like this across such a large area of forest. If you have reliable information about the cause, please share it.


U.S. Forest Service-Tahoe National Forest, 29 May, 2026

Forest FloorGrand mountain viewpoints, broad blue lakes, and swift-flowing waterfalls are beautiful scenes, and who does...
06/19/2026

Forest Floor
Grand mountain viewpoints, broad blue lakes, and swift-flowing waterfalls are beautiful scenes, and who doesn't enjoy seeing Nature's grandeur on the wide screen? But I also love to see her put on a show at the nearby, personal level. Walking in a forest, with a heady blend of aromas from pine and peat and earth, small, hushed sounds of chipmunks rummaging nearby, the gossip of birds overhead, and boughs waving solemnly as they beckon to the wind, I feel immersed in the grandeur of Nature within my grasp. Frequently I look down at the treasures she has placed all around the floor. It might at first seem chaotic, but when examined more closely, it becomes another of her masterworks of art, carefully arranged to please the eye.

When out in Nature, the view beneath one's feet can be as filled with beauty and wonder as the view from a mountaintop.


Tahoe National Forest, 31 May, 2026

Tech stuff: 28-400mm lens at 89mm, hand held, 1/30" @ f/11, ISO-640, -2/3EV.

Quiet MorningWhen I am camping, I usually wake early, when the sun begins to come up and the birds start singing outside...
06/19/2026

Quiet Morning
When I am camping, I usually wake early, when the sun begins to come up and the birds start singing outside my tent. It's a natural time to start the day. I also go to bed early. When I start a camping trip, I very easily fall into Nature's rhythms, my sleeping and waking hours adjusting to the cycle of day and night. I tend to lose awareness of time as measured by clocks and other artificialities. Life becomes simpler and flows more gently.

On this particular morning, I was up with the sun and the birds. I made coffee and had a leisurely breakfast, and was out with a camera, strolling beside the lake, before the morning mist had fully lifted and bright sunshine found its way beyond the shoulder of the mountain into the forest. Across the lake, at the distant eastern shore, I saw this pair of tall conifers, standing like twin sentinels beside the lake, and captured their portrait through the early morning haze.

On my recent adventure, I was awakened at various camps by jays, quail, woodpeckers, wild turkeys, warblers, crows, and ravens, among others. Usually they started their calls to welcome the new day sometime between 5:30 and 6:00am. I always welcomed the sound, and looked forward to the day. Their wake-up call made me smile.

The day after I returned home, a lawn mower next door woke me at 8:00, screaming outside my bedroom window. It is a very strange and unwelcome adjustment.


U.S. Forest Service - Sierra National Forest, Bass Lake, 14 May, 2026

Tech stuff: 28-400mm lens at 400mm, hand held, 1/320" @ f/8, ISO-100.

06/18/2026

Windy Mojave
The first video shows my tent from outside, in the afternoon when the wind was not as strong. The second video is black because it was nighttime, inside the tent, but you can hear how noisy it was. You will also hear what I described as my tent "growling" as the ropes vibrated in the fierce wind. (According to the national weather service, the winds that night were between 35-40mph, with gusts up to 50mph or more.)

Mysterious MojaveMojave is a strange place, haunting and mysterious, filled with contrasts and contradictions. Primal. P...
06/18/2026

Mysterious Mojave
Mojave is a strange place, haunting and mysterious, filled with contrasts and contradictions. Primal. Prehistoric. Beautiful. Fearsome. Raw. Cold. Hot. A complex place, full of dichotomies. In some ways it seems more lunar than earthly, arid, harsh, and barren. But there is actually an abundance of life, and color, and great beauty.

During my stay at Hole-In-The-Wall campground, the days were warm and windy, and the nights were cold and hellishly windy; at times I wondered whether my tent would survive the 50mph winds. It was so loud, and the sides of the tent pounded so hard, that I got very little sleep. Yet the place continued to fascinate me and tug at me in a compelling, almost hypnotic way.

I sacrificed my last scheduled day at Mojave to get my car repaired. It was necessary, but I feel something is missing from my Mojave adventure. I departed with something left unfinished, though I know not what. It seems the place will continue to haunt me for a long time.


Mojave National Preserve, April 25 & 26, 2026

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