We woke up to the dark echoes of an unfamiliar sound. The canyon roared. Minds began racing; were we high enough? Were we going to need to attempt a scramble up the slick sandstone walls that with one slip would send us tumbling into the clutches of the infamous Death Hollow? Or were we going to escape dry, with the story of a lifetime?
Breaking the rules: Shooting into the sun
On a recent hike into the high country near Aspen, Colorado, I was asked, “Aren’t you not supposed to shoot into the sun?” I didn’t really know how to respond, so I said that once rules are “mastered” they can be broken. But honestly, I’m not so sure I agree with that.
Capturing fall in Coyote Gulch
Together the ribbons of water, the tarnish on the cliff and the colorful leaves of fall have all the elements of a dream photograph. But each time I return home and begin editing, my mind starts spinning and I think, “I could have done more. Maybe if I moved an inch to the left I could have made the composition more balanced… Moved back and given the tree more breathing room… Opened the shutter for another 2 seconds…”.
A birthday trip off the map
For the most part, when I’m shooting in the canyons during the brightest times of the day, I avoid including the sky. The tonal range from the depth of the …
Canyonlands: The Maze to the Dollhouse
Now before I get into the nitty-gritty, and I truly mean nitty-gritty, I must preface that I have been 4-wheel driving my whole life. I remember hanging onto the “Oh-shit” …