Crystal waters grace the caprock
As they cascade into the pool below.
Cedars and redbuds are Natures flock
There is solice amoung the boulders we know.
-Mark Rosson

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Trying to fill the shoes of Ansel Adams, my hero.

I think arrogance is sometimes easily confused with passion and the willingness to be the best, no short cuts just consumed in the love of this great craft and going to whatever lengths to make the best photo. I don’t think about anything when I’m behind the camera almost to the point that I forget to revel in the beauty that we get to create, and I admit safety for myself is rarely given to much of a thought but at some point it almost turns into second nature just like breathing, and the thrill of the chase of what’s around the next bend takes hold and I’m off again. To where? No one place or subject in particular, just forward into the next exciting adventure.