The Mountain Photographer's Lament

We, as photographers, are required by our genetic code to take photos of mountains.  Primal imperative and all that.  But the derned things are **so** shy.  For instance, we have here the triplet of Owens, and the Grand and Middle Tetons, along with me on top of the Muffin freezing my butt off with a camera.  In the twenty or so minutes I was up there, the top of the Grand showed for just one frame.  Can you see it?  No wonder we drink so much!

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Forest Fire

No real fire-- the snow at elevation was still 5-8 ft. deep.    Just mountain weather trying to keep us guessing on an early (June 1) snow hike up to Table Rock.  Thankfully, this was about as serious as it got.  Hopefully a few more shots from the day will be forthcoming.

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Hey, May!

This little gal is looking around wondering what the heck happened to May.  My last post, just a few days ago (or so it felt) turns out to have been a whole month ago.  Our subject today is a lovely marsh-grass textured bokeh, or perhaps a mama tree swallow.  I haven't decided.

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New Adventures in Time (Lapse)

I've been playing around with time lapse techniques lately.  This is the first result that is remotely interesting and fits on the interwebs.  Be patient, it's kinda big and will take a while to load.

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Holes 2: Out of the Heat

Such a spot would be inviting come mid-August.  I'm intrigued by all the extra holes-- windows?  chimneys?  so ignorant...

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Kitchen Door

Still at Bandolier N.M. here.  This is in one of the cave dwellings in the cliffs.  I really have no idea if this was a kitchen, bedroom, or stock pen-- We forgot to pick up the explanatory brochure.  The bluish floor is good ol' modern concrete the Park Service put down to protect the floor from us visitors.

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Holes

Bandolier National Monument, New Mexico.

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