Monthly Archives: October 2020
Yes, obviously
Thank you, church sign, for stating the extremely obvious: it is indeed a country church.
But on the other hand, we only found it because the desk clerk at the hotel in Pullman, upon finding out we were on a photographic journey, gave me the Photographer’s Guide to the Palouse, a very handy thing to have in our possession.
Dusty, Washington
photographed 9.2.2020
Those days are in the past
Those days – the ones where there were enough people around to need a laundromat as well as all those things listed on the sign (gas, propane, groceries, snacks, movies, jewelry, and deli-fresh meats) – have been gone for a while, I’d say.
Lybrook, New Mexico
photographed 9.8.2020
Bright Arroyo
Sometimes I hear people say there’s nothing to see in New Mexico.
Those people are wrong.
near San Ysidro, New Mexico
photographed 9.8.2020
Smoke Settling into the Canyon
Normally, this view goes on just about forever.
A devastating wildfire season on the west coast gave us a much different view, with smoke settling into the canyons and giving everything a weird, muted look. (This was shot at mid-day.) But you know how I am: at least the situation gave me something different than the usual shots of bright blue skies, vivid red rocks, and a blue-green river, and I wasn’t too disappointed about that. “Anyone can get those shots,” I said to myself in a tone that was probably too smug for the actual situation.
But what I learned is that from a photographic standpoint, smoke doesn’t really add that much to an image. And I was reminded to stop being so damn smug, already.
Dead Horse Point State Park, Utah
photographed 9.7.2020
Two Ships
The majestic rock formations were made blurry by the thick plume of smoke that had drifted from the west coast.
(They are called the Monitor and the Merrimac, decidedly Eurocentric titles for a region that was inhabited by the ancient ones for sort of a while before Europeans arrived to re-name everything.)
near Moab, Utah
photographed 9.7.2020
One Day | One Image 