6.20.17 – “The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
While I don’t share Fitzgerald’s affinity for New York City, or cities in general, I feel the same promise whenever I catch sunrise on the Grand Canyon.
6.22.17 – “…not again in all the world’s turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man’s will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.” – Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
6.13.17 – I watched the sun slowly recede across the prairie until it disappeared below the horizon. This dead piñon tree nicely framed the sunset against these towering dunes at the base of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Believe it or not, the dunes themselves are pretty massive, some at over 700 feet tall.
4.2.16 – I spent the bulk of the morning photographing deer and looking for other wildlife in Big Meadows. Since I’ve already taken my share of boring deer shots, I tried to focus on capturing unique details or silly expressions of these particular deer. The animal in the first, second, and third photos had the chubbiest cheeks I’ve ever seen on a deer, and he kept drooling while eating.
6.20.15 – On my way out of the park one morning, I stumbled upon a secluded field of wildflowers. These subtle little spots are part of what makes Grand Teton such a special place.
6.20.15 – I really wish I had captured a vertical frame where the water was completely still like the horizontal here, but this is the best I got that morning.
6.20.15 – Caught in the act – I know the feeling well.