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Early in the spring when the runoff begins, the Wild Plum begin to blossom, awakening along with the rest of flora and fauna in the Boulder Valley area.  

Boulder Creek comes into downtown on the west part of the city.  There are a few paths along its route, this one is a little quieter than the others.  Here, the water ran calm and deep, while Spring stirred in the air around me.  

A copy of this photograph hangs in my own home, as well as the homes of a few close friends.  

If you head west out of Boulder County on any canyon road, you’re going to see tremendous beauty at every turn.  Watch the road, however, there’s also cliffs.  That’s your safety warning into driving around this beautiful area.

Coal Creek, Sunshine, St. Vrain, just to name a few, they all have their own special places.  Up Left Hand Canyon by just a few miles is a bucolic park where you can’t get signal.  But some wonderful memories can be made it that sort of silence, so embrace the sound of the water nearby…

This was taken on my 4x5 view camera back around 1989; the exposure duration is a quarter of a second to capture the movement of the water.  Long exposures are unavoidable with that system, thus capturing the texture in the water’s movement.

The area known as Indian Peaks here in Colorado is one of my favorite places to escape and wander.  I enjoy going out in the mist, when things have a layer of moisture and the tranquility of the forest balances me.

When I was a kid, one of my favorite books was “Where the Wild Things Are”.  When I look at this image I’m reminded of the woods where little Max went exploring.  Getting lost for a little while can be a good thing, the tranquility and silence fills my soul.  I love the Lupine in this image, one of my favorite colors in nature.  

The woods in the distance beyond them called me, I wandered there next.

When I first saw these gaillardia blossoms, I was doing close to seventy miles an hour on the highway headed to Denver.  The splash of color was a split second view out the passenger window, and I made a mental note of the location. This rarely works.  The light is never the same, the clouds are in the wrong spot, for some reason, it doesn’t work.  Except this time.  I packed my 4 x 5 view camera and headed back in the next morning.

What I didn’t realize from my high speed drive-by, was that this area had been flooded by a nearby irrigation ditch and the flowers were in nearly waist deep water.  I looked at my boots and decided to venture in.  They filled with the boggy water immediately.  “It’s gonna be a fun ride home”, I thought to myself. 

I set my tripod legs in the water and carefully pulled my lens out of my bag.  I’ve never held a piece of equipment tighter as I set my camera for the shot.  When I study this image, I remember the bees hovering around, bouncing from blossom to blossom.  

Sadly, this area has been developed, paved and built upon, never to be natural again.

There are a lot of beautiful areas in Colorado but the area near Aspen is one of my favorites.

I went to photo school nearby in Glenwood Springs, and the weekends after I graduated were spent wandering the area with my 4x5 view camera.  There is no shortage of beauty up there, especially in the autumn when the leaves become golden and the snow starts to fall. 

The Maroon Bells are two peaks southwest of Aspen.  It’s a favorite attraction for tourists far and wide, and they’re right in our backyard.

I took this image around 1983.  Back then you could drive up to the parking lot and have the place to yourself at sunrise, that’s sadly not the case anymore.  

I took this shot way back around 1991 out on the Switzerland Trail, just west of Boulder. If you haven’t been, it’s an old abandoned railbed that makes for an incredibly easy hike with some of the best fall scenery in the area. 

It’s always been one of my favorite spots to catch the changing colors. 

It’s funny to think about all the roads I probably shouldn’t have driven down in my two-wheel drive Nissan pickup.  But the road out of Marble to the Crystal Mill is one for the books.  It’s treacherous in a few spots, narrowing to one lane and no guardrails…but the beauty of the valley makes up for it.

The Crystal Mill was built in 1893, a providing power for nearby silver mines via a large waterwheel that has been lost to time.  The building has been preserved and is held together by cables and other reinforcements.  Fall is my favorite time to visit this iconic Colorado site.  Let’s just say it’s a little more difficult in winter.  

This photograph was taken 90 years later, in 1983. 

Fun fact, I threw a rope around my bumper and tied it to my waist as a safety line since the hill was a bit steep. 

Hey, it worked!

If you drive south out of Aspen on 82 towards Independence Pass, you make your way through one magical area known as the Grottos.  

Little creeks and falls dot the landscape along the numerous trails in the aspens.

This little waterfall caught my attention one spring morning.  I was on a hike with a good friend just after photo school, eager to capture the landscape with my large format camera.  

In this area it’s tough to find something that isn’t photogenic in some form, but this image seemed to just frame itself in front of me.