A quick story from one day in my brother Scott’s life. He sent out this email to family with the subject “How not to get fired from your job as a rafting guide” (he worked as a guide on the American River.)
It’s been a very interesting, very busy summer, with virtually no time to get away to the hight country. But, I still had to go. I called Gregg after I saw his pictures from last weekend, and asked if he was interested in a quick trip to Guanella Pass. This trip is talked about all the time, and I highly recommend that nobody take it. It was like being in a parade. There were too many people in too many cars and barely any color. But we found some pictures anyway…
After heading up to Lake Isabelle just after sunrise to take wildflower pictures, I was “resting” at home that evening. The Fourth of July show for Broomfield was moved to just north of my sub-division. Which means I could get out the camera and simply take the pictures from the back porch.
Gregg Lowrimore and I decided to meet at 5:30am this Fourth of July to take a quick walk up to Lake Isabelle in the Indian Peaks Wilderness Area. Why 5:30am? I have no idea! I have even less of an idea now that it’s rolling up to 9pm on July 4th, since I still want to go take Fireworks pictures.
Thursday, June 28th, 2007: As most of you know by now, I take a week long summer vacation every year to Lake Tahoe, generally in late June through the end of July. I have family in the area, and we spend quite a bit of time playing in or near the Lake, as well as hiking into the backcountry on the west side (up into Desolation Wilderness).
While generally entertaining (but unplanned by typical vacation standards) this year it got a little more “interesting” due to a forest fire.
This time of year, there are some very spectacular sunsets over the Rockies. I missed an unbelievable night, and that got me motivated to keep the cameras in the truck and start heading out every night. These shots were taken from the Boulder overlook.
Gregg called the other night from his cell phone and said something like “throw the cameras in the truck and get out to Valmont and 95th… Quick!” Knowing he and I have similar tastes in photography, I wasn’t going to argue, and I’m glad I didn’t.
On Sunday, May 20th, Gregg Lowrimore talked me into getting up early (before sunrise), pick him up, and go take pictures of the Erie Balloon Festival. My pictures are below.
This is an annual event, and this year, they launched about 65 balloons. This is the first time I’ve shot at a Balloon Festival, so I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to create. After seeing the results, I have a whole bunch more ideas about what to shoot next time. I was shooting primarily with a 12-24mm lens (wide angle), but in the future, I think I’ll break out the zoom lens a little more.
I arranged to cancel some flights and completely miss the real nasty blizzard just before Christmas, but here are some pictures the day after the second one came through just after Christmas.
And, for the curious, here are pictures that Ali took during the first storm, which was easily twice what the first one was.