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I was a professional landscape photographer for about twenty years, from 1990 until 2010. During those years I built up a collection of several thousand photographs of National Parks and other spots all over America that I thought were beautiful.
These days I’m retired and live in New Mexico.
I’m the guy with the large format camera below. Not that I stuck with this camera for long. As soon as digital cameras came out I switched to their much higher quality imaging.
I am basically I’m a guy who has always loved the mountains and rivers and deserts of America. I’ve always been a hiker and a backpacker and biker in the wild and semi-wild lands of America.
I have a great love for the mountains and rivers and deserts of the American west. I suppose this came from my childhoods. I grew up in Wyoming and learned at an early age to love the wild places around us.
My early family experiences contributed a lot to my becoming a landscape photographer. When I was between ten and fourteen or so, my parents would often take my brother and I on a series of wonderful summer vacation trips to the great National Parks of the West. Since we lived in Wyoming, one of the places we often visited was Grand Teton National Park. I can still remember one magic morning when we got up very early to go on a hike. We were walking around Jenny Lake shortly after dawn. The lake was absolutely still and mirrored the majestic Cathedral Group of the Tetons. Mists swirled above the lake and in the high peaks. The air was filled with the scent of pine and clean mountain water. I was absolutely enthralled. I vowed to come back. And I have. I’ve been back to the Tetons every year of my life since, except for a couple of years that I spent in the army. The Tetons have become a central and enduring part of my life.
Another formative experience happened on one of our visits to the Grand Canyon. We were on the North Rim at the beautiful old lodge there. I remember we were on some sort of overlook near the lodge, right on the the rim of the canyon. Someone was playing classical music on an organ. How the organ got to the overlook, I’m not sure. I guess the lodge did things more grandly in those days. I remember standing at the iron railing, overlooking the Canyon, watching the sun set into purples and mauves and golds and reds and being completely swept away. My mother tells me that I couldn’t be budged from the place until the sun had completely set and it was dark.
And then there were countless fishing and camping trips in Wyoming that filled my mind with happy memories. The smell of sage, the sound of running water, the sight of white cumulus clouds floating high over blue peaks had a large influence on my developing mind.
I’m sure that all of these experiences played a large part in my decision to become a landscape photographer. These images of the beauty of the natural world, seen at an early age, have remained with me all my life. Perhaps by being a landscape photographer, I’m trying, over and over, to recreate the perfection of these early images.
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