There is a moment when you are out taking photos in the wilderness, that’s still. Quiet, patient, waiting for that photo to present itself. This is what I love about nature photography. There is no one telling what you should be doing. You need to discover the best course of action for yourself. What is interesting, and what drives you. And from this, the beauty of the world becomes all to clear. Realizing it has been staring at you your whole life, but you never bothered to look back. Thankfully I have had this moment many times in my life. And it has had a profound impact on my self as a whole. I am able to silence the pressures of the world and focus on something simple, pure, and reflective.
One such place that this rings all to true, is Aspen Colorado. Sure it’s probably wonderful in the winter. But I am not the best skier you’ve ever seen. As you can imagine I don’t get that many chances to practice in the prairies ;). So I decided to go in the summer! And I’m glad I did. The mountains and forest of the Aspen highlands can be a humbling experience. The ever changing weather, and forests that are dense and never ending.
There are few trees in this world that spark a true sense of grandeur like the mighty Aspen. They’re shear number alone is daunting. And given the fact that most of these trees come from the same family root, is amazing. Nature’s version of a hustle occupation into the forest. They have totally taken over, pushing out all other trees taller than themselves. Leaving nothing but a silent army of soldiers, waiting…
I feel like no blog would be complete without a little slice of my home. Though not very interesting at times, you are bound to get the best shots of your life from your own backyard based on pure volume of shots. I find this to be more true the more I shoot.
This one was a case of sitting at home watching the weather get worse and worse. Then my wonderful wife Diana says to me, “Hey it looks like a storms coming, why don’t you go outside and take some pics?” She knows me very well 😉 And she was right!
I tried really hard to get one of those great lighting strike shots you only hope for in your career. And I didn’t… But I still sat out there for a good 3 hours watching the storm come in, and paint the sky all sorts of wonderful golden colours. Rainbows, and every sort of nasty looking cloud you could ask for.
I also want to speak a little about composition in this one. When it comes to composition of a landscape image, it can be very difficult. Especially when your subject is something like the sky.
Here I tried to use the hay bales to my advantage. I walked around them, shooting from all sorts of angles trying to get it just right. Trying to keep focus on the wonderful shapes of the clouds, and the colours that complemented the grass so well.
Throughout the Glacier national park in Montana, you are treated to some of the most amazing views on the planet. The only problem with lots of mountains is the lack of sun during the morning. The great sunrises of the prairies are not what you can expect in the mountains.
What you can see more often than not is the great fog that starts to float around when the temp starts to rise. In this photo in particular I really wanted to highlight the shear volume of fog that you can see rising from the valleys. It’s amazing to me that all that moisture wouldn’t even make up one tablespoon of water!
Even though this is pretty early in the morning, and the light was very even, I still felt it would benefit from the HDR treatment. I really like to do HDR’s of landscapes because of the shadow detail that you get on the trees. They seem to have a clay model type feel I really dig.