Black and white photography allows us to catch a glimpse of something different, colors are replaced by shades and gradations, a million grays, pure whites, blacks and shadows so deep you can get lost in them. (more…)
Evening light fades with a few clouds, doesn’t seem too threatening so off to bed. Sometime in the night it starts with the wind rustling and sighing through the trees. Then there is a swishing and scampering across the camper roof as if an assemblage of mice were dancing, probably the wind scattering leaves. The gusts get stronger and other than the sound of wind the night becomes silent. First light comes late and seems subdued but we are in a high mountain valley surrounded by higher peaks, the sun always seems overdue. A look outside is at first a shock and then the giddy realization, snow! Just a few inches, 3 or 4 but enough to transform the fall beauty we came to photograph into something more magical. There is an adage that tells us that bad weather makes for good photography. Does it? As in all things it depends on what the subject is and what the photographer is trying to capture.
Living in the city one loses most sense of nature but after living for many years in the rural foothills of Colorado which most people call the boonies, in a landscape of pinyon juniper forests, undeveloped wild lands and mountains all around, my senses have been intensified. Its easier to see, to smell and touch. Its easier to hear, easier to listen.(more…)