When I started landscape photography I was pretty damn naive (perhaps I still am).  I wanted to catch every sunrise and every sunset without fail.  I figured, I’ll simply outwork everyone else.  I’ll be up early and out late; I’ll walk further on the trail, or I’ll explore off-trail; I’ll learn more about the physical places than others:  the geology, ecology etc.  I was just a bundle of desire to experience it all and capture as much of it as possible.  

I didn’t have any direction though.  I hadn’t designed any parameters, projects, or other boundaries.  There was no start or finish; nothing to measure or to observe progress.  There was no destination to arrive at.  No people or organizations that might help me to get ‘there’, wherever ‘there’ was.  The whole damn thing was just a giant cloud of hopes and dreams that I was chasing around with the energy of a puppy dog.

Every morning I would wake up dutifully and go outside with the camera.  This was one such morning.  I was a bit late getting into Riverbend Regional Park and the sky was going crazy.  This was precisely the type of moment that I was certain I was doing this for, so, I was running around with directionless purpose like it really mattered to my future.  It all makes me smile.  I still haven’t figured anything out.   

Camera:  Nikon D700
Lens:  Nikkor 17-35mm f2.8 @ 28mm
Tripod:  Really Right Stuff TVC-33

Date taken:  February 7, 2015
Settings:  f8.0, 1/4 seconds, iso-200