Woke up super early for the Flower Moon to photograph it reflecting in Lake Tahoe. It was worth it.
Spent a week in Moab enjoying the trails, sunshine, and national park with Jen, Ruth and Whiskey.
I took a photo course with Jeff Sullivan and Lori Hibbett who know the park and environments incredibly well. I’ve been to the park before, but never experienced it quite like this. I don’t think I’ve seen five consecutive sunrises and sunsets since summer camp, and it was refreshing to be out of the house and somewhere new. Technically they pushed me on exposure bracketing, choosing good compositions, and just being in place for the best light. It was a great experience, and I hope to be able to travel and shoot with them again.
The miracle of lights hits a little different this year. While we can’t gather in person, we will still light candles, eat latkes, spin the dreidel, and enjoy as much gin-and-tonicah or holiday nog as you wish.
Four years later, and it has been worse than we feared. Our borders closed, asylum banned and human rights denied, police killings and racist rhetoric, school and synagogue shootings and a President who praised the “very fine people” who marched with torches in the night. Then a global pandemic killed millions worldwide and destroyed many more jobs and lives. Despite it all, the election is too close to call. Too close for comfort. Too close to bear.