Okay, okay, silly joke. But I am silly. And a joke. So there you go. Besides … I like rocks. This is from our trip to Utah in 2021. It feels like it’s been longer than that. I guess that’s another thing that Covid did to us: we’ve lost track of time.
I’ve been going back and forth between our summer pack trip in 2022 and our trip to the eastern Sierra and then Utah in 2021. I’m working hard on at least looking at all I’ve shot because, in all honesty, sometimes I get things into Lightroom and then neglect to even look at what I have!
This particular image is from the pack trip. I had taken an afternoon trek with a fellow backpacker in the group and while he was shooting a tarn, going around the entire thing, I spotted things like this. I find some of the rocks so interesting and, yes, beautiful. When I am having difficult with the huge landscapes, which is common for me, moving to the rocks sometimes works for me. Plus I think it’s good to photograph more than flowers.
I’ve had very little time to look back at the photos from our photography pack trip (following that week we did two other trips: August was quite the full month for travel!), but perhaps this month will allow for more. I finally did work on this one image: when I saw this rock I found it rather humorous. I don’t know if anyone else on our trip saw it the same way, and I neglected to ask while we were on the trip, but I revisited it several times.
It’s impossible to tell the size of this rock from the image, but I can tell you it was quite huge, rather than those smaller images we get of rocks we find interesting (I have some of those too, though, and I’ll share them eventually). I was looking across an expanse and spotted all the faces. Perhaps you’ll see them as well. You can pretty easily see a couple of faces, but if you continue to peer at the rock you just might find more.
A year ago today was the last day I gave oboe lessons in person. I had three students here in my house. We had no masks yet, but all my students were used to going first to wash their hands: I’d been having them do that for years.
Here, have some Thursday images, which are from even further back in time:
Whew! I’m nearing the end of March 2016, which means I’m in the desert now. What fun to see all these desert photos: I think I nearly forgot about them when I got home, because I had to get right back to work. I see that I posted a few, but there are so many more that I’m enjoying. This one was just a fun thing to spot. At least for me. Can you see the bird? Maybe I’m just crazy …?
Looking back at October 2015 (mostly because I’m sad that I couldn’t see the fall colors there this year and since I was feeling sorry for myself I thought I’d make myself feel even sadder by viewing last year’s photos … I’m silly that way!) I was reminded of some fun places we stopped in the Eastern Sierra. This was one of those places.
I’d never been to Devil’s Postpile before and because we woke rather late in the morning (something G Dan Mitchell doesn’t do if I’m not along … sorry Dan!) he suggested we go there — especially since I’d not been. He has a spectacular image from the location. I don’t. But I still have my memories. And a few photos. Here’s one.