Human eyes are wondrous things. Though the image above is really just a collection of black and grey pixels, we still recognize the eyes and make a connection.
I have always found nature’s curves fascinating, especially since humankind seems to prefer straight lines while Mother Earth avoids them.
*Additional note: Someone asked me via e-mail how I produced this image in Photoshop. My answer: It wasn’t. It has been color-corrected and sharpened, since it was shot as a Raw image (.CR2, not .DNG), but otherwise was produced in-camera. A good question!
It seems the more I visit Jay Em, the more I find. A magical place.
I spent a fair share of early mornings at 9,500 feet with this single piece of water grass as the sun rose, and it reminded me again and again of the meaning of “good morning.”
I’ve been very fortunate over these many years that a great number of folks at a great number of rodeos have been gracious enough to allow me into their lives and actually work with me in the quest to realize an iconic vision of the American West.
The Eddyville Rodeo was just such a place.
One of my dearest friends is seven feet tall, a giant among his peers (I’m 6’2″ with my shoes off, so I’m not used to feeling short–but I feel like a 3-year-old around grown-ups when he’s standing next to me).
I imagine this aspen sapling feels a bit like my friend in a crowd.
I find nature’s knowing placement of subtle relationships rather intoxicating. And shouldn’t they be?