I carry my camera with me fairly often even if I don’t have plans to shoot anything. It seems like it always turns out to be those times when I don’t have it that I see something of which I really want to get a picture.
It happened like that the other day. I was on my way home from an appointment, when I saw some beautiful interaction between light, clouds and mountain peaks. Luckily, I wasn’t far from home. So, I rushed there grabbed my stuff and jumped back in the car. I missed some of what I saw on my way home, but I still got some pleasing shots.
Interestingly, despite the pretty red light that bathed Timpanogos and Baldy, I convinced myself to go black and white with these—Maybe I’m just wishing I could be Ansel Adams. Hope you enjoy.
This is the landscape I was working on a few weeks ago. The client was giving it as a gift, so I’ve held back on posting about it.
I started out with a few thumbnail sketches that I sent to the client. The bottom right was approved so I got to work.
I toned the canvas with burnt sienna. It’s one of my favorite colors, and it make for nice temperature contrast when you are painting a lot of cool colors over it.
I tend to paint pretty thin. I usually move across the painting filling in areas at medium finish and then going back over it for details. That, of course only works because I sketched in the composition first. When painting from life, it works better for me to bring the whole painting up together, rather than moving across it.
It snowed again yesterday. So naturally, I couldn’t stay inside. I took a little hike in the foothills—elevation wise it didn’t compare to last time. But I still got plenty of snow in my boots and took plenty of photos. The only subjects up there are mostly snow, trees and rocks so instead of bore you with every imaginable composition of snow and trees, I will only include a couple shots.
I found this little tree on the way back and thought it deserved to be photographed.
I wasn’t able to get a photo of the most interesting thing I ran across—a pheasant. I heard him squawk on my way up, so I knew he was there somewhere, but forgot about it until I came across his tracks in the snow. I followed them to a cluster of scrub-oak and suspected he might be inside. But not realizing he might two feet in front of me, I didn’t have my camera ready. I bent over to look inside and that was too much for him. He exploded into the air right in front of my face and nearly knocked me over.
I actually flushed him a second time on my way back. This time my camera was ready, but in the failing light all I got were grey smudges.
My wife and I went on a mini-vacation this week. We visited the Hogle Zoo, the Living Planet Aquarium, the Hill Aerospace Museum, Antelope Island, and also the Bonneville Salt Flats. I took photos everywhere we went, but most of them were just to document our little adventure. We thought that while we were at the salt flats we had better try to get a few good ones. That turned out to be harder than it sounds. We arrived a little bit behind schedule and were losing light fast. We only had time for a few shots before we were drowning in high ISO noise, or swimming in slow shutter blur. I got a couple pretty ones of the sunset, though.
Returning the next day proved to be an adventure in itself as the first legal place to make a u-turn was 30 miles from our destination and the flats are only on the westbound side of the highway. By the time we made it, it was around Noon and the landscape was blinding (in case you weren’t aware the salt flats are literally miles of flat salt that kind of looks like snow).
Earlier this Summer, I went with a group of artists from BYU to Santa Fe and various nearby sites. While in Santa Fe, I visited the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi. I spent some time sketching the exterior and noticed that no two columns had identical capitals. In fact, they were each very unique. This inspired me to produce the work below, which is one of five ravens atop columns based on those from St. Francis Cathedral.
This is a photo I took at Goblin Valley, where we stopped on the way home. Nothing fancy, but it has that Southwesty feel and thus belongs here helping to describe the trip.