Venus rises (or sets? Hmmm.. can't remember) over the Alabama Hills on a cold October morning. One of the great things about photography is sharing experiences with people you love. Without Ryan Dyar, this image would never exist on my hard drive, and that would make me sad. Not because it's some epic photograph, because it's not. I pretty much hate all my images within 6 weeks of finishing them. But this one serves as a placeholder for my memory of a wonderful 3 day journey with my friend. And since I'm newly single again, I don't feel one bit bad about my Bromance. This was my first trip to the Alabama Hills, and let's just say it's an area in which it behooves you to do some mega scouting, as I learned the night before racing around from rock to rock trying to find a workable comp in the setting sun. While driving down, Ryan and I were trying to decide whether to detour to the Oregon coast for sunset, or just skip shooting the first evening and press for the Sierras so as to have time to scout for the next day. Ryan's point was that he had scouted the Alabama Hills before, and would kindly share some good spots with me when we got down there, enabling us to make the run to the coast that evening without jeopardizing the next days potential. This was one of the places he showed me, and I found it mesmerizing. For this, and many other reasons. I love the guy. There. I said it.
I'm posting this now because it's been a long summer of non-stop flying, and pretty much ZERO photography for me. I finally get a break soon and can't wait to hit the slopes of Mt. Rainier with my good friend and mentor. Love ya babes!