My love for photography started when my Dad handed me his treasured Yashica TLR on my 15th birthday. That Yashica took 120 mm black and white film and I have wonderful memories spending time in a darkroom processing and watching those photographs come to life. With the times, I transitioned from 120 mm, to 35 mm print and transparencies and then finally switching to digital. The one thing that has stayed constant is my passion for landscape photography.
What is it that makes me get up at 3 AM and trek miles to see the early morning alpenglow light up a mountain in the Sierras, or to wear wading boots so I can capture an iceberg on a glacial beach in Iceland, or to lie flat on the grass in a tick infested wheat field so I can capture the moon setting behind a barn in the Palouse? I really can't describe why I do it, but I know that when I peer through the viewfinder, I truly feel one with nature. I am fully immersed and emotionally connected to the magic and awe of nature in front of me and try to humbly capture the experience the best I can. The euphoria one feels on clicking the shutter after hours of planning, hiking, setting up the tripod, composing, ensuring the right exposure and sharp focus is hard to capture in words. The closest equivalent in my experience is crossing the finish line of the New York City Marathon.
Like minded buddies have recently joined me on my photographic trips and this has taken my experience to a whole different level. The camaraderie, the banter, the shared experience of discovering and then capturing the perfect aspen grove glistening yellow with Fall colors, and then trading stories at the end of the day over pizza and beer – life does not get better than this.
Ansel Adams words continue to inspire: “A great photograph is one that fully expresses what one feels, in the deepest sense, about what is being photographed.”