Last week I had the pleasure to photograph another beautiful young High School Senior for her Senior Portrait. After High School Kalee is off to nursing school where with her wonderful intelligent humor & disposition I have no doubt she will be a tremendous success. I have so many great images of Kalee (and a few with her beautiful mom as well) it’s hard to post just one.  No doubt you will be seeing more of Kalee here in the future.

Typically when I think of Autumn colors, I envision the changing of trees from their spring & summer palate of greens, to the Autumn colors of golds & reds. That is not always possible. There are very few trees that survive the altitude at Logan’s Pass in Glacier National Park, so nature paints the ground with the colors of fall. The beautiful Autumn day Beverly & I made the hike from Logan’s Pass to Hidden Lake the weather was perfect. There was only the slightest hint of the cold that would soon overtake the mountain. Meanwhile, amazing clouds flowing over the contours of the land provided the perfect backdrop for the high country grasses awash with Autumn golds and reds.

We were driving through Jackson Hole Wyoming one afternoon when this rainbow started to form against a distant thundercloud. I sped to the edge of town trying to find a bit of scenic foreground before the sun & rain conspired to let me lose the shot. As I turned down a small country road, I could see a field in the distance that I thought just might work. Just then, a wagon train complete with horses, cowboys & covered wagons came around the corner & crossed the road right in front of us to turn into what I would best describe as a suburban village on the other side of the road.  I stopped the car & grabbed the my camera bag, but by the time I was ready to shoot the wagons were surrounded by suburbia. If only had had been there two minutes earlier or had my camera more available I would have had pretty much the perfect foreground for this Wyoming photo. Oh well… The good news was the rainbow lasted long enough for me to take this shot before the colors melted into the clouds. Still not a bad photo, but I will always see the photo (or at least the wagon train) that got away…

This portrait of my beautiful wife Beverly was shot quite literally “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay”. This was shot one evening as a storm rolled in while we were vacationing on the Chesapeake Bay. (Vs. the San Francisco Bay that Otis Redding was talking about in his classic song). None the less, the scene (and the woman) were quite beautiful as she sat “just watching the tide roll away”.