Monday, January 28, 2013
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Our recent trip to Oregon allowed us to take a walk in the woods with another photographer. She knew all the prime places to go for photographing waterfalls. She told us that this would be a perfect time to go because Oregon had just had lots of rain - and lots of rain makes for huge waterfalls. It turned out that she was right. The waterfalls were indeed huge. The only real problem was the rain. It was raining so hard that I was unable to break out the camera without fear of damage. On the way up the canyon, there was a small break in the weather and I was able to snap a few shots. The forest looked like something from the Jurassic period. For this old Utah boy it was quite a shock to see so many vibrant shades of green. No matter. It was a gorgeous walk and I learned a lot about filming in low light situations. The time was well spent.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
privileged to be in a few places at the right time. This was one of those times. We were outside and I happened to notice that the bark of the aspen trees had turned a luminous amber color. I knew that behind me something had to be producing that kind of light. I hiked to the top of this snow covered ridge and was greeted by this sunset over Mount Timpanogos. I wish I had known how to capture that moment better, but the light was fleeting. A few seconds later and it was gone, the marvelous light replaced by a dreary gray winter's eve.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Gannett Peak, the highest in Wyoming. The tendency is to think of the Grand Teton as the highest, but this range to the southeast of the Tetons contains several higher peaks. This is rugged country, with huge changes in altitude and glaciers in the cirques of the highest mountains. Most of this area is above timberline, which is at about 10,400 feet above sea level at this latitude. This makes for stunning scenery, especially so near any of the glacial lakes left behind when the ice retreated during the last Ice Age. A Wyoming non-resident fishing permit runs about $14.00 a day here, but the fishing is well worth the price. Most of the area is accessible only on foot or by horseback. During our recent visit there, we met people on the trail from all over the world. All of them felt fortunate to be there and were glad the area had been set aside for wilderness use. We were able to get out just ahead of a heavy August snowstorm, but I am already planning and looking forward to our next trip back.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
When I first started my own business, I was fortunate to be able to perform much of my work in the Jackson, Wyoming area. My customers included several in the Yellowstone and Grand Teton area. One night after working through the night at Flagg Ranch in between the two parks, I headed back towards home. Over the course of my time working in this area, I had seen some pretty amazing scenery. I had witnessed the sun coming out after an afternoon rain complete with rainbow and streaming rays of light against the backdrop of the Gros Ventre Range. I had watched magnificent eagles in their flight over the Snake River. I was able to see the sunlight glistening on freshly fallen snow with the temperature at -40' F at Half Moon Lake. But I didn't really own a very good camera then, and finances were such that even if I did, I couldn't afford the cost of developing the film. This night was different. I had bought my first 35mm camera about six months before and this time I had it with me. As the first rays of light began to lighten the sky, I noticed that the very tip of the Grand Teton was catching the light. I pulled my work van over to the side of the road and set up my camera, not on a tripod, but on a Park Service sign and set the camera for a long exposure. When I developed the film, I was surprised to find the whole range illuminated by the early morning light. The camera had captured the whole scene, not just the highlights I had seen with my eyes in the early dawn. I felt that I had somehow cheated in the taking of this picture. Now I realize that just as my grandmother had tinted my grandfather's early pictures, I was allowing the dawn light to fill in the palette of the view I knew was there from my experience.