One of the advantages to my job as an airline pilot is that I occasionally get layovers in places where there is cool shooting to be found. Landed late one night, slept an hour, and wandered bleary eyed out into the Vegas night where David "DBreezy" Thompson was waiting.... smooth tunes bumping in the SUV. There are about 3 people in the world that I want to hang with on about 1 hour sleep, and Breezy is one of them. Made it to Death Valley to discover clear skies, and shocking cold. Calling an audible due to the clear skies, Breezemeister (I'm determined to call him a different name every time I mention him) navigated us over to a killer section of the dunes where we were met by Paul Rojas, who apparently likes to get on the airplane I'm flying, stalk me, but not say "Hi"! =) By the way, if you aren't a contact of David Thompson's, he just released an entirely new gallery on his website full of stuff that makes me nauseous with jealousy. Check it out for some great inspiration.
I'm not sure whether I was just sucking more than my usual level of suck, or not getting any sleep after a long day at work was sinking in, but I could not find a composition to save my life. The sun was coming up, the light was about to get decent, and I managed to stomp footprints into every comp I could find. Paul showed what kind of a guy he is when, seeing me flailing, called me over to join him at the SICK comp he had found. This I found truly touching in the "Dog eat dog world and I'm wearing Milkbone underwear" world of Landscape Photography. I declined his gracious offer, wanting to find something on my own. With the sun just about to crest the hill, I sprinted to an area that looked like it might work, plopped face first into the sand, and fired off a few frames. Hopefully it works in some way.