an old pickup along Route 93 in Nevada, USA, near a once-upon-a-time Pony Express station …
… north of Winnemucca, Nevada, on Route 95. To the west is the Black Rock Desert, home of Burning Man. [embiggen]
Panel of an old delivery truck on a street corner in Sheridan, Wyoming …
… one of the first images I shot after buying my first digital camera.
… well, shredded wood, at least.
… adrift in snow.
… on an oak log in the forest at my university.
… in the woods near my office.
… now in monochrome!
… in southern Wyoming.
… in the back country of Wind Cave National Park in Wyoming, USA.
… at a place my students and graduates ought to know well.
… in Badlands National Park, South Dakota, USA.
In Wyoming, the state fines you for littering … and then sends a storm after you.
… a small cabin high above a valley near my university.
I felt the solemnity of the location, the near-sacred aura of Ground Zero, coupled with the somewhat lacy reflections of nearby buildings juxtaposed with the strong lines of the memorial structure was poorly served by a riot of tourist color. The gathered crowds retreat into the background when rendered in black and white, while the names stand starkly front and center.
I’m glad to have shot this after Moab. I feel I did it much more justice than I might have otherwise.
One of the classic shots in the Palouse (eastern Washington’s grain region) is color and shadow from the top of Steptoe Butte. Rather than explore the shades of green and/or brown, I chose to explore the textural contrasts and patterns in this scene.
Faux Falls is just outside Moab, UT. It’s “Faux” because the water is pumped from an adjacent canyon through a ridge to move the water closer to town, cascading down into a lake.
During the Moab Photography Symposium I shot Faux Falls on two separate occasions, once coming down on the falls from above, once from below. Acutely aware of some errors (er, suboptimal decisions) in the first session, I set out to create a better image during the second. Part of that was seeing in black & white, part framing, part clearing excess material from the image field itself. I’m happy with the result, at least for now.
I should point out that during this second shooting session, I lost a lens step-up ring into the stream and was soaked to halfway between my ankles and knees. At least I didn’t hurt myself. That was a different shoot :-).