Purple Mountain Majesties

I have a quote from Imogen Cunningham on my facebook photography page which says “Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.”

I’d like to amend that to say, “the one I am taking right now.”

When I take photos of beautiful babies I decide “this is what I want to take photos of all the time!”, then I do portrait shoot of a fun couple  “Couples are my favourite!”, and then I go outside and fancy myself as a landscape photographer.

On my recent trip to the US, I was fortunate to spend some time on a road trip with a fabulous friend and we decided to bring out our inner Ansel Adams and head to Yosemite National Park.  All I really knew about Yosemite is that it is amazing (as seen by Ansel’s pictures), it was going to be really cold, and there are lots of bears around. As we drew nearer and nearer to the park in our mammoth American-sized SUV, it grew colder and colder, and the snow started falling thicker and thicker.

When we arrived it was truly one of the most incredible places I had ever seen.  Fresh snow had blanketed the park perfectly – there was NO snow 2 days before we arrived!  Good thing I called Mother Nature ahead of time and arranged some magic ;).  The scenery changed constantly as the light moved, the snow fell faster or cleared, and/or as the clouds formed around the mountains and falls.  My feeling on seeing the massive mountains was similar to when I went to the Grand Canyon years ago – nothing seemed quite real, almost like a movie set!  Everything was bigger than my mind could comprehend and it all looked as though a set director had dusted each tree with snow perfectly for my viewing pleasure.

We spend two beautiful days,  each taking about 50 photos of each tree and each meadow – “oh no – stop the car.  Look at that light!”  “Stop the car – the cloud has moved to the left” “Stop the car – I think I see a bear”.  Sadly, or thankfully, we didn’t see any bears or bobcats, but were treated to the sight of a bunch (a quick wikipedia search informed me that the collective noun for deer is either bunch/ mob or wrangle) of deer on our way out of the park.

Each evening was spent defrosting by a giant fire, with hot apple cider in hand (with the oh-so-tasty addition of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum, and whipped cream on top. om nom nom), watching the snow fall through 2 story windows. A very welcome break from the hot hot Perth summer!

I’d like to give ourselves a collective pat on the back for our fabulous driving on the wrong side of the road, in the blizzarding snow!

Here are some of my pics – there are SO many of them so there will probably be a follow up post with more in the future!


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  • March 21, 2011 - 11:43 am

    Tanya Evans - Beautiful pics Bec!ReplyCancel

  • May 13, 2011 - 8:03 pm

    Jaye - WOW these are amazing pictures. There just beautifulReplyCancel

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