I’m sure you’ve all heard the expression about “Being in the right place at the right time.”
Recently I had an instance of being in what turned out to be the wrong place at what turned out to be the very right time.
While out on a commercial shoot for a high end landscape design company I had been given directions to a lake house on Lake Winnipesaukee here in New Hampshire. As it turns out the directions were extremely vague, the house wasn’t numbered, it was located on a small unpaved camp road, and the road I was supposed to be on was chained off at one end. Based on the description I was given, “XX number house, on such and such road. New construction, boat house, guest house,” and with a bit of searching, eventually I was pretty sure I found the place.
To make a long story short, I was partially right, the new house and boat house were part of the property. The “guest house” was not(even though the color scheme/style matched the boat house almost exactly).
As Luck would have it the view from the beach and dock at the wrong house was quite spectacular!
*Note: I do not advocate trespassing in order to get a photograph. Regardless of how spectacular the show going on over the lake was at the time, had I known I was on the wrong property at the time I would have left to look for a view from the correct property.
Have you ever taken what you thought was a killer landscape photo only to get home and find it unusable, ruined by the dreaded lens flare?
Some lens flare is good, think of those light rays emanating from the sun.
Some lens flare is bad, like the big balls of color in the photo above.
Would you like to know how a few simple steps taken while in the field, combine with a few equally simple steps taken during post processing can pretty much do away with lens flare?
Check out my article on Craftsy.com where I show you how to go from this…
By giving lens flare the finger.
The view at 4,802′.
There are 48 peaks on the official list of New Hampshire summits with an elevation of over 4,000 feet. Mount Moosilauke is #10 on that list. “The Moose,” is also the western most peak to be included on the list, and one I had yet to climb.
My reward for the effort, a snowshoe hike on a gorgeous brilliant winter afternoon under a clear blue sky, was to watch the sun as it set over windswept mountains and a moonlit hike back to the car.
fades to blue.
As the New Year begins I like to take a look back and share my favorite images of the previous year.
Are they my best?
That’s too subjective for me to decide. What they are is a selection of favorites from another year long journey looking through a lens. Most you’ve all seen before, some are being shared for the first time. One or two aren’t even all that great, photographically speaking. The stories that go with them as what make them special.
Without wasting another minute of your precious time, in somewhat chronological order, here are some of my favorite memorable moments from 2014.
(For your viewing pleasure, I’ve included a slideshow of these images at the bottom. Enjoy!)
-10°F, let me get my camera!
Happy Hour begins at Three.
Temp., 0°F. Wind, 40mph. View, Awesome!
White-out at sunrise? Fashion shoot!
Seeing in black & white. For the first time.
Getting high with new friends.
Hot air and silhouettes.
Pink after dark, yes please.
Looking for fairies.
Dawn in the wilderness.
Lighting the way.
Blue-white and late day light.
A room with a view.
The mountains are my church, and the windswept summits are the altar upon which I find solace.
In The Church Of Ice And Snow.
Many worship behind stained glass, or under minarets.
My place of worship is in solitude, high on a mountain ridge as I watch the sun dip below the western horizon. As the warmth of daylight is replaced by the cool blue of twilight, this is where I find peace and salvation.
For me, this is Heaven.