“Moonrise Over Slate River”
I don’t know where time goes, only that it does. Suddenly Summer is in full swing and I’ve already returned from the annual pilgrimage to Crested Butte to shoot rivers and wildflowers and all sorts of natural beauty. This part of Colorado received a historic snowfall last winter and the rivers are as full as I’ve seen them this late in the season.
It felt great to get out and hike although my illness prevented anything very aggressive. I hope you enjoy these wild water shots. Which one is your favorite?
“Return To oh Be Joyful”
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A little positive thinking elixir to start the week off right. Make it great! If you read my mid-week post you will know that I just returned from a week of camping in the Crested Butte, Colorado neighborhood. I hope you will stop by my Facebook Page and see more of what I’ve been up to. Have a great week!
I consider myself pretty lucky these days. The line between work and play has diminished to the point where I find myself doing pretty much the same thing on vacation that I do when I’m on assignment. I’m a photographer through and through. Every getaway is planned just enough to set me on a path that is likely to intersect with inspirational subject matter, but I never know ahead of time exactly what will be on the other side of the lens when I begin releasing the shutter.
My Wife and I made our annual journey to Crested Butte, Colorado last week to see the high alpine wildflowers at their peak. After finding a place to call home for six nights, a powerful thunderstorm descended on the valley and dropped an inch or two of rain. About an hour before sunset, the skies began to clear and I set out into the woods to see what I could capture. At first I found myself struggling find anything but by the end of the outing I had filled the better part of a 16GB data card. The golden hour did not disappoint. I returned to camp after dark. My jeans, sneakers and socks were just as soaked as they would have been if i’d jumped into the river.
Several days after returning to Denver, I found myself immersed in the business of processing seven SDHC cards. As is my routine I began working on the images that I was most excited about, the ones that I anticipated to be the best and I made sure I saved all of the images with potential to the hard drive. As is also my routine, I took one last tour through each of the cards to clear them for formatting (erasing) only to realize that I had hastily written off the images from that cold, wet first night. I had forgotten that in that moment I was inspired by the mood of the evening and I was shooting with a purpose. I very nearly tossed these moments into the trash can. Once again I’m reminded not to judge an image unworthy without first considering why I captured it in the first place.
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?