Two bandannas for the adventuring kind who dare what the rest of the world only dreams about.
I’m still at a loss for words about my newly acquired addiction to taking photos with a phone. I’ve got the iPhone 4S and it’s addicting. The apps from iTunes are great. Some of them over-process the images though but I’m really liking Hipstamatic. I’m just trying to figure out how to incorporate this photographic portability into my main workflow. This is something I’m taking seriously after hearing stories about photo-journalists using mobile devices to capture important moments. You’re going to start seeing mobile shots on here. It’s apart of the technological evolution of photography!
This is the historic Strater Motel in Durango, Colorado. Louis La’mour wrote some of his famous novels in a private room in this hotel.
In a faithful bid to transform my life goals and career I’m switching from a nature-loving wilderness guide to a car salesman. It’s quite the gut-wrenching experience but it has been met with many blessings. One of them, is the ability to stay home and have a social life and more opportunities for dating the opposite sex. So the good nature that made me a tour guide will be used in a more stationary and structured environment. The fact is, I love people and I think I can handle this. During this transition, I’m learning how to market and brand myself. It’s important to succeed in life, make friends, love people, and fight for the American Dream.
A 19th century steam engine rolls out of Durango, Colorado, on it’s way to Silverton, Colorado. Both towns in the Southwest wing of the state are historic western mining camps. The billowing smoke is quite a site as the train slowly inches to speed. We live in the modern West. Much of it hasn’t changed, just our perception. One thing is for sure, an old steam engine is quite an impressive spectacle.
Parowan stands for Evil Waters according to the Southern Paiute. This is the Little Salt Lake in Parowan Valley of Southwestern Utah. Back in the long ago, it was said that a man-eating monster lived out there. Who knows? This is just what I heard. Every time I venture out across the Parowan Valley, there’s strange things to be found.
Old Horn Silver Mine in the San Francisco Mountains west of Milford, Utah. Below the mine here is the historic mining camp of Frisco, Utah. Back in the 19th century, Utah wasn’t much different than other western states like Nevada and Arizona. It had it’s fair share of wild mining camps, outlaws, gunslingers, prostitutes & saloons. You name it, Utah had it. Frisco was a dangerous town with the reputation of being a widow-maker. More information on this town can be found here: http://www.ghosttowns.com/states/ut/frisco.html
This is the famous Moab Man near the town it’s named after in the Heart of Canyonlands in Southeastern Utah. Think of beauty. Think of the heart of this land. Such simple things are so magnificent.
This is old movie set out in Parowan Valley and it’s one of the few places that I like to stop and photograph around Iron County, Utah. I could do an old ghost town tour and take people around Southern Utah and Nevada and give them that old Western history of the mine camps, pioneer forts, and all other forms of Southwestern Colonialism.
Thanks to the Supai people and their land, we have one of the most precious gemstones in all of the Southwest, Mooney Falls. The water cascades over the cliff over 200 feet to the bottom. Havasupai is known for it’s turquoise blue waters but I wanted to emphasize the texture of the travertine in this shot because it’s actually the main focal point with the water fall being a distraction. It’s all about the texture, man!
This is Arches National Park in the early morning light near Moab, Utah. If you haven’t been to this area, I would highly recommend it. Arches is probably one of the most photogenic areas that Utah has to offer. There’s nothing but stark beauty to be found. Moab is by far my favorite place to go in Utah.
The elements of the land eat away at everything we know… everything we stood for. Nothing is permenent. If left to their own devices these structures will go back to the Earth. Who knows what will happen or what has happened to the two-leggeds who contructed their dreams on this planet. Who are are we? lol