This is a cottonwood tree below a beautiful cloudscape a few years ago. Image was shot with one of my Panasonic Micro Four Thirds cameras. Later, I edited the raw image in Lightroom and just recently exported it to my iPhone 4S where I ran it through an iPhone app that creates the sepia, grain, dust and scratches. It’s called Scratchcam! This may be an effect that some people don’t like, but for me it communicates how I feel about my art and the intuition that I share deep inside with my images. I think it’s awesome that digital technology has come such a long way that we can now edit images from an handheld device. I’m having a blast shooting images with my iPhone 4s as well and enjoying the art of what they call, iPhoneography. If these new changes to photography are revolutionizing the way we view and capture the world, then I want to be at the forefront of this photographic rennaisance instead of sitting on the sideline.
The iPhone 4S has a nice little camera. I’m getting hooked on the portability of this little phone and the quality of the images. You’re probably going to scoff at me, but I’ve become obsessed with iPhoneography! Stay tuned.
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 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 kinda reminded of Arron Ralston who lost his arm to a boulder in a Bluejohn Canyon out in the remote part of Canyonlands. This right here is a car that been lodged down in this slot canyon since probably the late fifties or sixties… who knows, maybe a massive flash flood wedged it down into there over 30 years ago. The car is now apart of the erosion process, so-to-be-an-artifact!
Back when I was a kid I used to see these ice boxes everywhere until wally world came along. I can’t bash Walmart though because it was the only place my grandpappy was able to find diabetic socks back in the day and stuff. I still see plenty of these commercial ice boxes kicking around but the majority of them are in retirement. Soon, they’ll be a thing of the past. This looked good with the Coca Cola signage in the background!
This place has been closed up and abandoned for as long as I have been around Southern Utah. Not much changes in my neck of the woods.
There’s nothing better than a heavy-duty tie for Sunday school and with a numerous variety at the local tie store. I’m not advertizing on here, therefore the store remains anonymous; I just love the texture of a good quality tie!
Turquoise is my favorite color so no matter where I go, I tend to photograph it during my adventures around the Southwest. This is at the Cameron Trading Post in Northern Arizona.
The human element is always apart of the landscape no matter how pristine people would like to think the wilderness is. We are inseparable from the environment. This is why I am such a skeptic of many environmental organizations like the Sierra Club and the Southern Utah Wilderness Alliance. When reading their literature they speak of the wilderness being untouched, virgin, unscathed, and pristine. It’s a false construct! It’s almost as if they are saying nobody was here before Columbus set foot in the New World.
In Gallup, New Mexico.
Another one of those expired toys from a bygone era…
This was shot handheld without a tripod after sundown; it’s amazing it came out so sharp!
Title of image was inspired by the song under the same title by Dashboard Confessional.