If you stare at this log long enough, it’s not hard to imagine a sentient being lies within.
Another shot, this one in black and white, of the last light of day managing to breakthrough the overcast just as the sun was setting. Here a sliver of the Story Hills on the east edge of Bozeman is illuminated as well as the turbulent clouds on the edge of an advancing rain/snow squall.
It’s not often that I find a scene with subtle color that I am really attracted to that also doesn’t work, albeit differently, in black and white. I tried converting this one to black and white and it just didn’t do anything for me at all.
I realized that this image reminded me of, and perhaps was heavily influenced by, some of Elliot Porter’s more subtle photos of tangled woodlands that I was really drawn to in the late 60s and 70s. Here are two examples:
The OTO Ranch was the first dude ranch in the state of Montana. The name comes from the owner’s involvement in Ordo Templi Orientalis,. or O.T.O a religious group out of, not surprisingly, California.
If you are a serious photographer, especially of an older vintage, then the Zone System and step wedges are familiar concepts to you. It turns out that having a light bar of eight separate bulbs above the sink in your bathroom and a well-placed door can provide a real-life, albeit slightly imperfect and incomplete, illustration of a step wedge.
When I took the photo on the right of the weeping birch tree the other day, it immediately brought to mind the photo on the left of asphalt, tar, and snow that I took some nine years ago. I guess that says something about how I tend to look at the physical world; not so much in terms of actual content but instead as patterns of shape, lines, and textures.