Isn’t it easy for us to get caught up in the day, to dwell on the past, to worry about the future? Occasionally, we all need to give ourselves permission to put down all of that baggage and just live life. It’s when we slow down and take notice of what is around us in a particular moment that we realize just how blind we become in our own ambitions.
Last weekend is now a very warm memory of doing just that and I’ve been busy processing all of the images that came my way. It’s funny how good things come to us as soon as we let go of trying to be in control. I’m telling you, these images practically jumped into my lens.
“Slate Creek Waterfall”
Gunnison County and Crested Butte still hold a special place in my heart. After all of these years, I return to where I spent my college years and I’m blown away all over again by the exotic beauty of the south central part of the state. We pitched camp there for a few nights and took in all we could, I feel renewed.
When was the last time you told your worries and concerns to take a hike?
For me, the number fifty-five always brings to mind memories of the “Double Nickel” speed limit. Back in 1974, congress enacted a National Speed Limit Law in the interest of conservation. It took 14 long years to repeal the law after it was determined that the fuel savings was less than 1%. Just think about traveling cross country at the rate of almost two hours per hundred miles conjures up images of extreme boredom and/or torture. In 1988, the pace of life accelerated to 75mph (or faster ;)) with a cel phone in hand. Wow, things have changed.
“Old and Strong”
In three days I will celebrate my “Double Nickel” Birthday with my Family. Everyone will be with me to hold my hand as I cross the threshold with the exception of my oldest Daughter who is hiking across Spain at the pace of 20 Km. per day on the Camino De Santiago Trail. I am one lucky guy with a really great Family. This is the year that I’ll turn 55 and become a Grandfather, Wow things have changed.
My Gorgeous Wife
Last Sunday, the festivities began with a drive up to the mountains witness the beauty of summer in the Colorado high country. We ended up at Kite Lake, which sits at about 12,000 ft. and is flanked by three “fourteeners”. It was a return to the scene of the crime where a couple of friends and I “bagged” the peaks of Mts. Lincoln, Democrat and Bross roughly thirty years earlier. The wildflowers were beautiful, the lake was filled with crystal clear glacial snow melt and the bristlecone pines were just as I remembered. I however, quickly reacted to the altitude with a headache and dehydration and I couldn’t fathom climbing even one peak. Wow, things have changed.
Wildflowers at Kite Lake
I think the thing I love most about Art is that by its very nature, it defies definition. Every human being is completely original and unique, therefore the product of human skill and imagination can be nothing less than extraordinary. Last Saturday night, I found myself testing some new camera equipment while photographing Independence Day fireworks from the back yard of my Son’s home. It really didn’t occur to me until I sat down to process the images how each hypnotic explosion is for an instant, a collaboration of epic proportions.
Each one of these images is the product of the mortar makers, pyrotechs, event planners, volunteers, firemen, policemen, musicians and attendees. Even Mother Nature has her hand in on the act, providing a canvas of wind and relative humidity as a giant canvas upon which art will reside, if even for a fleeting second or two. Each one of these images invokes a powerful emotional response within me and I have titled them according to how they make me feel. I’d love to hear from you as I’m curious to know if they affect others the same way.