About this time last summer, I made my very first trip to Rocky Mountain National Park, in Colorado. It will, most certainly, not be my last. At every turn, there is a scene like the one in this image. The deep colors of the water below, offset by the bright whites in the clouds above and the never ending shades of green in between are calming not only to my eye, but also to my soul. I have always found the Rocky Mountains to be majestic, and this trip certainly reinforced my love for all things Rocky.
The Painted Desert
A visit to The Painted Desert, in Arizona, this summer, treated us to the strange and beautiful colors of the hot, dry sand. The various layers of color in the canvas here reveal millions of years of work by Mother Nature. It’s an interesting, albeit desolate, place to visit. We happened to travel through in the heat of the day – not the best time for making nice photographs. This park is another one of those places that changes dramatically depending on the time of day and conditions. An unexpected highlight for us was meeting a young woman who was working in the park. She was kind and knowledgeable, and gave us some personal insight into this fascinating desert. I’m so grateful that there are people like her (and her husband) who find it important to love and share our nation’s natural treasures.
… and my soul wells up with Hallelujahs… a line from one of my favorite songs from Chris Rice. If you aren’t familiar with it, you can listen to it here!
Field of Gold
This beautiful field of yellow drew my attention for days before the clouds were finally just right for a nice shot. We were in and near Stowe, VT in the summer of 2010, and enjoyed the peace and tranquility that only Vermont can offer. This photo represents that for me. Hope I’ll get to revisit with a nice wide angle lens someday!
Clouds on the Mountain
We have had many cloudy, rainy Spring days lately. A few days ago, I snapped this picture of the clouds hanging low and hugging the mountains surrounding beautiful Ellett Valley. Although I perceive these dark days as dreary, they certainly do call attention to the transformation we are making into the warmer months. The many shades of green in this valley are truly breathtaking.
I have always been intrigued by old, rustic barns. Generally, the older and more in disrepair, the more intriguing. I find their varying shapes, colors, textures, building materials, and settings fascinating. They really almost give me a feeling of comfort. This great barn is an old favorite somewhere along the highway between New Mexico and Cortez, Colorado. I love the rusty colors in the roof, and the beautiful, blue Southwestern sky as its backdrop.
I’ll admit I have a thing for trees… all kinds of trees. (As my friends would tell you, even dead trees.) They are always changing, and are so full of history, and purpose, and promise. And, although this beautiful tree made for a lovely foreground, it is actually the breathtaking fall sky that caught my attention. By the end of summer’s hot haze, I love those days that have a “Fall blue” sky.