I saw this reflection of last light as I got back to my rental car after the sun had set the first night. This car got quite a workout on this short driving trip. So I thought I would pay homage to my ride. You can see my tripod reflected on the right.
A long lean look at this bridge on the eastern entry way to the Apache Trail
Growing up in the the north east, big desert cactus just blow me away. They seems to belong on Mars. One of my goals on this trip was to shoot some big cactus with light painting at night. This is the second attempt I am posting. I am not happy with either result. It was quite windy and I think I had a touch of tripod/cactus movement. But more importantly I was too tired at the end of a very long day to do what needed to be done. Till the next time.
I stopped in at this Phoenix spot for some tasty tamales. It was just F and me so we had time to chat. I visualized a shot with him wearing his white hygiene cap sitting at a table in profile. When I asked if I could shoot him he immediately took off the cap and the visualized shot was gone. On the spur I went for this instead.
I was up early enough but this was the only shot I liked my first and only morning in Sedona.
In the saloon waiting for my burger and beer--Starving not having eaten for 8 hours. I went to wash my hands and this is what confronted me.
Halfway down the 22 mile Apache Trail dirt road. I could go for a second helping anytime.
As promised: Bessie's back. Inspired by Nick Arena I tried several different angles with her and then this idea came to mind. Got milk?
The low mid-day sun blasted me and the water at the north end of Theodore Roosevelt Lake. I wanted to get that feel of blue intensity that I saw with my sunglasses on.
I have long visualized making this shot with a long legged model in spike heels. I finally found the right spot and the light was right but she must have not received my telepathic SOS.
This is a flashlight painting of 2 cacti in front of Superstitious mountain.
Most shooters passing through Flagstaff, AZ would point their lens at the bordering mountain scenics I would guess. Instead what caught my eye was this most giant painted cow.
Be warned: I am not done with Bessie yet.
