Montana Storm

Just another Summer evening in Montana.via Flickr

As Dawn Breaks

Before I cliche my way across the dance floor with talks of days breaking and new dawns, I stop to gather new followers thinking this is a blog about horny, supernatural teens from Washington.  Luckily I only had to drive to Yosemite to capture this, not the Pacific Northwest, but it felt like it.  Driving 7 hours in the dark seems like forever when you’re worried about the little things; will it be too overcast, will the gates be open, did I pack my memory cards?  This, as well as coming off a one weekend, seven show run sketch show, had exhausted me.

This year had not gotten off to a great start.  Just when you get a grasp on where you’re heading and what you want to do with you life, the Reality Fairy comes along and kicks you square in the nuts and forces a reboot.  I guess this trip was an excuse to just get out of LA and do something for myself.  I’m glad I did.

It was still dark as I set my tripod up.  I took a couple 10+ min exposures to see what the sky would do.  The fast moving clouds created an ocean above me. It was cool, but not what I wanted for this photo.  It only made me more nervous that I would have a boring sky for sunrise.  Finally some color peaked out just above Half Dome, in the far background.  I thought that was all I was going to get.  I looked down to adjust some settings then looked back up to see the full sky lit up.

I only took a few shots, swapped lenses, snapped a few more, then just sat on the edge of the wall with no one around me and enjoyed this moment.  Just as fast as the sky blew up, it went away.  The valley began to define a little more, but I didn’t touch my camera.  I already got what I came for.  About twenty minutes later I was folding up my tripod when a van full of Japanese tourists pulled up.  They set up their equipment right next to mine and one guy walked over, “Do you know when sunrise is?”

I looked straight up then back at him, “You just missed it.”  He broke a little bit; as if I told him Christmas died.  “Don’t worry,” I said, “It’ll be back tomorrow.”

A new opportunity for another photo.  Photography, what an excuse to explore and experience.  I still may not know where I’m going in life, but you can be damned sure I’ll have my camera with me.

I figured I deserved a nap.  So, I picked the best spot I could find…



The rain was crashing on the roof last night.  Between the intermittent downpours and high altitude dreams, I didn’t seep very well.  Morning was a nice escape from the vivid stories my brain was feeding me all night to stay entertained.  At 5900 feet I could write a few books a night, if I kept a dream journal.  The fire was lit and the smell of coffee in the air.  My only hope, I wasn’t still dreaming.

My Dad made a comment on my hair, somewhere along the lines of being combed with a claymore, the mine, not the sword, but either would suffice, I guess.  It was accurate. I was awake.  I took the shot above, just as the tail part of this storm was coming through.  The peaks just above us were getting dusted with snow.  It was around 40 degrees out and I took my socks off so they wouldn’t get soaked in the grass.  Coming from 90 degrees in Hollywood, it was cold.

A rainbow had touched down to the South-West as the screech of a bald eagle echoed in the valley.  He and it’s mate were riding the updraft coming off the hill just below the trees in the photo above.  Unfortunately my 16mm lens only turns them from a speck to a dot when I zoom in on my computer.  That’s why I love this place.  You can only experience it one way, in person.  So many amazing photographers have captured this land, but you never get the full effect until you’re standing in the field, freezing your naked toes off, as the droplets from the edge of an oncoming cloud are hitting your lens.  It’s perfect.