I knew what I was looking for, and on this day, I wasn’t finding it.
This hints at it–it’s in the broad vicinity of it–but it is not it.
I’ve always found the trunks of Aspens to be as interesting–possibly even more interesting–than the leaves.
Unless we’re talking about sound.
But that–with movement in the air–is a whole other subject.
Close, but not there.
I tried several times with this glacial outflow of water. I liked the color of the giant orange rock face opposite it, lit up in the afternoon sun.
I quickly returned my attention to the growing pile of snowballs my son was amassing, scraping snow off the top of a very hard drift with a small rock.
I probably lost.
We went to the Sierra Nevada this past weekend, as we have in the past, to spend a few days amidst the color of autumn in the mountains, and among the aspens in particular.
As pure spectacle goes–what really attracts most people–it wasn’t its best. But any day in the mountains is a good day, and I begrudge nothing.
It’s impossible to avoid the photographers. Hundreds, possibly a thousand or more, in total, circulate through the standard routes on a weekend. Most everyone is taking the same picture.
It’s hard not to stop at some of the creek crossings below Lake Sabrina, or Surveyor’s Meadow below South Lake. It’s very beautiful.
But as a subject for a photograph, it’s treacherous, if only because–mainly because–ten thousand photographers have stood in the same spot, with roughly the same cameras, the same point of view, the same weather, the same tripods and filters and care and technical competency, and produced photos that mostly look the same.
I have no interest in that.
Somewhat as a test, or perhaps as training, aside from what I have been trying to do–aside from my efforts to look elsewhere entirely, to look harder, to go further, or go where no one with a camera really thinks to go–is also be in those same spots and see if I can see something in those same spots, or coax something out of the scene that isn’t so obvious.
Mostly, it’s a failure.
This one is okay. Not great. But it’s reasonably flattering, technically proficient, and a mild twist on an otherwise hackneyed theme. I do like the flatness of it, and relatively soft light, and lower contrast. The blazing hot yellows and oranges and reds are fun, but they are fatiguing.