When you turn off Interstate 15, north of Las Vegas, and drive eastward to Valley of Fire State Park, you will at first wonder what all the fuss was about, the glowing reports you’ve heard of fantastic shapes and colors sprayed across the rocky landscape; as you start, the scenery is unrelentingly boring for mile upon mile. Browns, grays, and duller.
Don’t let that stretch of highway fool you. You’ll finally round a corner, about 25 miles out from the freeway, where your surprise will be sudden and complete. From there , it’s all unlimited discovery.
We are prone to speak of the resources of this country as inexhaustible; this is not so. —Theodore Roosevelt
Local can be any place if you have colors for companions. These are from Tulelake, California, taken during my recent trip to the Southwest.
I prefer living in color. —David Hockney
I went for an easy one this week, an “old” rainbow from my film archives, circa 1976. It’s one of a handful of pictures where I can recall what camera/lens combination I was using (Minolta SRT and 35mm Rokkor-X), and how I felt while chasing it. Literally chasing.
Dramatic weather sometimes seems fated to occur when the foreground is really lousy—there are either too many complementary items, or none at all. This was taken right before sundown near Charlo, Montana, at the edge of the National Bison Range. I drove out on a couple of side roads, hoping for something interesting before the light disappeared, and literally around the last corner, at the base of a small hill, I found this wonderful cloud hanging on a barbed wire fence…
Good night, and good luck.
—Edward R. Murrow
Pardon the artsy title here—so many possibilities came to mind as I studied the shot that I simply took an easy out. An aerial landscape taken from a drone? Islands in a black sea? Something under a microscope?
Photography, as we all know, is not real at all. It is an illusion of reality with which we create our own private world.