The end of summer seems to sneak up with startling abruptness in the mountains. Sagey greys and dusky rabbitbrush topped with yellow sprigs of late summer flowers, surrounded by grasses browned in the summer heat. Fine dust matting leaves. A tired respiration seems to heave up from the canyons in hot blasts—last gasps. Bellowing itself for the soon-to-be colors plashed about its flanks like so many embers of red, braided fingers of yellow and orange. A few summer holdouts paint the hillsides early.
24 Photos of the spectacular Tony Grove Lake found in the northeastern corner of Utah.
I was working in my study as the sun rose. Puffy clouds scuttled across the sky. Through the open window geese honked. I know a field ripe for a morning photo shoot.
Check out Robert Williamson’s original trout art. He’s got some nice talent with his colored pencils and I’m excited to see what he does in the future with his oil pastels.
Some pictures to let you know I’m still alive. Fish pain and cruelty post coming soon.
Feeling blue about the brown water as I’m waiting for the flood waters to recede.
Practice tone mapping with post-processing photo techniques.
OK, maybe “conversation” is a bad choice, since there is no guarantee that Mark will read, let alone respond. Mark, feel free to chime in if you read this, I’d love to carry on the dialog you started. If you are interested in photography and thoughtful writing, head over to Mark’s Forest Rat website. He [...]
A couple of days ago it was a little too cold to fish (3° F), so I decided to take a few snapshots instead. As I was preparing them for the web, I got a wild hair and decided to make them all (almost) sepia tone vignettes. I hope you enjoy them.