Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Western Kansas Corn

When it's time to cut, it's time to cut.

When it's too wet the combines can't go out into the fields, when the winds come the corn is blown onto the ground and can't be picked up. There's hail and frost too. So when it's time, dry and calm, everything needs to happen at once. and quickly. Early mornings and into the night. Like a tightly choreographed military maneuver of harvester and hopper and the big rigs to haul everything off to the silos.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

A Wilder Place

 A Walk on the Land

 When I'm hired to shoot a "land job" it is the closest thing to what I originally set out to do as a photographer when I began my career. Much has happened since then, but my intention at that time was to travel the world to shoot landscapes. Although I've photographed many different kinds of assignments since then I would have to say that it is my favorite thing to shoot. Wandering the land, familiarizing myself with its shapes and textures and trying to figure out where I will be standing when the light is perfect. This piece of land was particularly beautiful.






Thursday, July 6, 2017

Hammer Down

Tom Guido

In progress

Monday, June 19, 2017

Rocky Mountain Alps

The Mountaineers Mountains

I want to make sure I get this right because there are those who know more about this than I that are there to make sure to correct me if I stray from the absolutes. The San Juan Mountains of Colorado, from Ouray in the North and ranging South to Piedra and home to 13 of Colorado's 54 peaks above 14,000', and eight above 13,000 feet, have been referred to as the North American Alps, and they truly are. I have wandered through all of the mountains in the Gore Range, Swatch Range, Collegiate Range and the Maroon Snowmass Wilderness Area, and many places between, but there is nothing like the San Juans. For their expansiveness, and relief. The mountaineers mountains. I started kicking around in the southern mountains of Colorado only recently and have found that navigating them on foot is a supreme challenge. Mt. Sneffles Peak, at 14,157', pictured below is a true Massif and flanked by venerable ridge lines that beckon to be traversed. 

The images below, shot out the window of a Cessna 185, flown by my long time friend and mentor, Barry Stott, give a unique view into the utter expansiveness of this upheaval of granite. From the air, you can see layer upon layer of spine upon spine of some of the most rugged terrain that North America has to offer with an array of sculpted and unique features beyond any description.

Inviting and defying.