Thoughts from the practice room or from behind a camera.
(I contain multitudes of ways to communicate non-verbally.)
Prevernal
The last breath of winter.
The bottom of the exhale, holding still for a moment longer, waiting for spring to take the next breath.
The equinox is coming, and the days and nights are near equilibrium.
The sun is not at its highest point in the sky, and the angle of the light is gentler than what is to come during the long summer days.
The images in this selection were taken in March of 2025, in or around Capitol Reef National Park. The last exhale of winter.
How is Fremont Island like a vampire?
This image was taken March 9, 2025 at the Great Salt Lake, from the causeway to Antelope Island looking northwest-ish towards Fremont Island and Promontory Point. It’s a familiar scene, but on this evening, migration hadn't started and there weren’t a lot of birds around, so the water was dead calm. The reflection was like polished glass, a mirror, doubling the island and sky.
Minimal, serene, simple, pastel, calm.
I walked into a wind storm at Great Salt Lake so you don’t have to
On May 12, 2025, northern Utah was under a wind advisory. Communities and neighborhoods lost power from the wind. From above the valley, one could look to the west and see the dust blowing in plumes and devils across Great Salt Lake. I grabbed my camera and went to the south shore to see what was happening.
It was windy in town, no doubt about it. But the further west I drove, it became clear that Salt Lake City was not experiencing the same wind and dust that was happening out of town. The dust was blowing off the slag heap across the freeway, blowing in from the west desert, blowing across the playa of Great Salt Lake.
An evening on the Notom Road
“So what are you going to do on your week off?”
My head spun around, “WE HAVE A WEEK OFF???”
I guess I ought to look at the calendar instead of making assumptions more often. It turned out that the string players who were not part of the Utah Opera performance of Ruggero Leoncavallo’s “Pagliacci,” of which I was one, did NOT actually have a full week off. But when I realized that I had THREE WHOLE DAYS unexpectedly free, I asked Scot if I could take the car and go someplace for photography. Woo-hoo!
