Month: November 2017

It’s that time of year again…

  The start of the Wide, Wide World of Wonderful, Winter(ish) Sunsets shooting season… That time when you’re so terribly desperate for light, and warmth… And color… let’s not forget about color!!! That one braves the elements in order to find any such semblance of said items. No matter how frigid the conditions. Which of course leads one to the never-ending search for sufficient warmth amongst the chills. (Chills which seem to get chillier and, um… chillier… each and every year… by golly by gum…) So I search… For items which can inure me against the cold, and ensure I can endure for longer and longer periods outdoors. (… for someone trying to stay out-of-doors, I think I got all those “in”-type words used in the correct sense…) Anywho, there I am… Scouring my part of the world, for the perfect item of winter wear…   Such as gloves…   Gloves that lets one operate all the buttons and dials of a DSLR, without necessitating the removal of said items specifically designed for the protection of …

Yellowstone…

  There are times in your life which you look back on as having become seminal points in your personal history. Not that you’re immediately aware of the fact. … but sometimes you are… A trip to the state of Wyoming 2+ years ago was one such point for me. Because I knew going in that it had the potential to be a bit of a turning point. I went with expectation of finding dark skies and attempting to photograph stars. So far, so good… mission tenuously accomplished. What I also found was a previously unknown fearlessness, concerning landscape photography. Up until that point, I lacked the courage to shoot landscapes, having been under the spell of, and intimidated by, the great photographers of our collective past. Great, iconic images of the American West had been a large part of what set me down this path in the first place. And then very fine images by people I had the privilege to know, and whose work I admired. But upon landing in Wyoming, the fear …