Sunrise, Watson Lake, Prescott
People often ask me "how many pictures did you take?" Sometimes the question gets me thinking about how my workflow has evolved. As time goes by, I take fewer. Mostly.
Photographing wildlife is the exception. It's all about high-volume bursts of activity, and a low ratio of keepers.
Horse Ranch, Southern Yavapai County
In the past few weeks, in a attempt to escape the steamy purgatory we call Phoenix in August, I've been on the road. A little here, a little there. Prescott, the Sierra Anchas, the Mogollon Rim, Flagstaff and near our second home in Southern Yavapai County. It's been raining all over Arizona and at altitude, rain is pleasant. Magical, even. Terrain is green. Flowers are blooming.
You might think this would lead to scores of images but, in fact, I might have just one gem a day (sometimes none, in truth).
Gathering Storm, Forest Road 418, North of Flagstaff
So, there are few, widely "sprinkled" images of my love affair with the high-country monsoon this year. A monument to many things, one of which is knowing when NOT to shoot.
My favorite images of summer wanderings are at www.skylineimages.net.