Favorite Lake Powell Pictures

I enjoy the process of taking pictures. I usually try to compose an image and then take the picture with some hope the image I get will match the one I envisioned.

Back when I started with photography in the 7th grade, I was fortunate that my junior high school had a darkroom complete with enlarger. But, composing the picture was just the beginning. You had to develop the film. And that starts with learning how to unload the exposed film from your camera and wind it on a spool that goes into a light-tight can. But, you have to do this in pitch darkness so stray light won’t fog the film.  It’s done by sense of touch and could be frustrating when the film refuses to feed smoothly into the spool.

Then, you pour various chemicals into the can spinning the spool around to develop the film. When done, you open the can and take out a film strip with negatives (whites are black and blacks are white, and no, I could not afford color film or processing but those negatives show “negative” color for the three primary colors used).

Using the enlarger, you expose the print paper for a few seconds to light that you shine through the negative. This creates a negative, negative so once again black is black and white is white. But, when you turn off the enlarger light, there is no image visible on the paper. You have to take the paper and slosh it in trays of similar chemical solutions to get a print. There is magic in watching a piece of white paper slowly transform into an emerging image that finally comes into sharp focus.

The time from composing a picture to seeing the print for the first time was often several weeks as it took me awhile to shoot a roll of 12 images. I was very deliberate of what I took pictures of due to the cost of film and the labor of creating a print.

Today, with digital imaging, I get to see the picture “immediately” and I shoot many more pictures than I did with film. As with film, what I get is never quite what I saw in my mind’s eay. Sometimes its better.

Here are my favorites. And this link takes you to some more from Devin.








Two Gallons

If it was two gallons of gas, it would cost about $7.00 today in Denver, CO.

In my case, the two gallons is the total amount of blood I’ve donated so far. The value of my two gallons is likely quite a bit north of $7.00 to those in need.

If you aren’t a blood donor, you can be. If you really have a phobia about needles (like I had), giving blood will help you get over that phobia. I don’t get weak in the knees anymore at the sight of a needle, (but I don’t watch them put it in either).  🙂






Colorado Mountains at Thanksgiving

2011-11-25 Colorado Thanksgiving Mountains

We took a ride up to Golden Gate State Park and continued on CO-119 on Saturday. It was a day with really clear skies the color of blue you only see at 8000 feet or more. The wind was blowing the snow off the peaks creating the only clouds in the sky. Tis a priviledge to live in Colorado.

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Life Reports, David Brooks, New York Times

David Brooks asked people over 70 to write “life reports” and send them to him.  He has posted several on his blog.  I find them fascinating.

The stories document our culture over much of the 20th century (at 70, the youngest were born in 1941) as much as they do the experience of living. Their values, challenges, triumphs and observations are rooted in what it is to be human which is a process of continually becoming, not a static goal achieved once and put on the shelf like a trophy.  

Those in their 20’s and 30’s may think folks over 70 are near the end of their lives. But none of the writers seem focused on the end as much as they are on the living process of becoming who they are.  Despite the bad behavior some confess to, none of them are static, unchanging, nor accepting of the ultimate end, their deaths.  Instead, they are actively engaged in writing the next pages and chapters of their lives. 

Their stories underscore what I hear in Dylan Thomas’s poem, “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night“.


Recently, my wife and I took a two week vacation driving from our home in Colorado to the upper pennisula of Michigan to a “traditional” music festival.  The tempo and meter of life was different.  Instead of the cadence of a work day, we had the cadence of a driving day.  Instead of keyboards, cell phones, marketing videos and conference calls, dictating my attention span, my mind was engaged listening to the CD player and having conversations with my wife.  Time was measured by conversations about random topics and the rythmic hum of miles accumulating on the odometer.  The screen in front of us was Wyoming, South Dakota, North Dakota, Minnesota … big sky and rolling land.  We didn’t tune in to the news, web or blogs.  We tuned into driving, thinking idle thoughts, and listening to music.  Decompression.

Upon our return, I noticed the rate of content bombardment went up … way up.  I plugged back in to — email, news papers (yeah, I’m one of those), blogs and very limited TV (The News Hour).  The transition was stark.  Time was now measured by the pace of electronic connectivity rather than scenery passing by.  And if I was in my 20’s and totally connected, the rate of input would have been much higher.

It dawned on me that compression not only has to do with how time is metered out, but how information is concentrated.  News of events now is worldwide.  I can see in 20 mins a range of events that covers most of the surface of the Earth and reflects the pain, anger, anxiety and hatred of 6 Billion folks.  40 years ago, I couldn’t read about more than what was happening in my local community and a small amount of national and even less international news due to the size of a newspaper printed once a day.   That constrained the content I was exposed to enormously, and even more, the culture and norms I was exposed to.

So, what happens to your sense of balance, happiness, well being and confidence about how the world works when compression includes not just time, but the events of the entire world updated every 20 mins?  We know that the majority of the “popular news” is about pain, anger, anxiety, hatred and conflict, rather than dull, non-emotional stories.  What happens when you get that kind of input, world-wide, updated every 20 mins?  Does it change your perceptions, attitude, and outlook on life? 

I wanted to draw attention to the fact the negative things people do to each other, they have always been doing.  But, you didn’t see very much of it since the scope of information you could access was pretty small.  Today, that scope is global.  Is the world and its people more, or less, aggessive towards each other?  Hmm …