Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Stopping By Apache Trail On A Winter Morning
Apologies to Robert Frost for that Blog title, but yesterday I had occasion to be out on the far east side near Apache Trail in the early morning hours. Fortunately, I had several cameras and zooms with me, as well as my Astele 95 scope and 35mm camera adapter. Surveillance is fun, but it takes a shitload of pricey equipment.
It turns out the desert was unbelievably beautiful following the wintry weather of the previous few days, so I jumped off the beaten path of the 60 Freeway and drove the Trail for a few miles.
Unbelievable. This day was one of the innumerable reasons that so many of us choose to live in the Valley of the Sun.
Just click on the images to enlarge them, if you wish.
First, I came across this butte that was beautifully lighted by the morning sun.
A small winter creek, fed by the winter storm, made a beautiful sound on this very still and quiet morning.
This little church at the foot of the Superstition Mountains oddly reminded me of Austria or Switzerland. The snow level looks as though it dropped to around 4,000 feet.
The tops of the Superstitions stayed hidden in clouds while I was out there, but that just makes them seem all that much more mysterious. It's what makes them the Superstitions, after all.
The Holy Grail of photography yesterday in the Southeast Valley was Four Peaks. I chatted with several photographers out there, all trying to capture the beauty of these rugged mountains.
Now, what could be better that that? I'll tell you: The desert wildflowers that will sprout by the freakin' gazillions out there next month, thanks to these storms. And I'll be there, cameras in hand.
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It turns out the desert was unbelievably beautiful following the wintry weather of the previous few days, so I jumped off the beaten path of the 60 Freeway and drove the Trail for a few miles.
Unbelievable. This day was one of the innumerable reasons that so many of us choose to live in the Valley of the Sun.
Just click on the images to enlarge them, if you wish.
First, I came across this butte that was beautifully lighted by the morning sun.
A small winter creek, fed by the winter storm, made a beautiful sound on this very still and quiet morning.
This little church at the foot of the Superstition Mountains oddly reminded me of Austria or Switzerland. The snow level looks as though it dropped to around 4,000 feet.
The tops of the Superstitions stayed hidden in clouds while I was out there, but that just makes them seem all that much more mysterious. It's what makes them the Superstitions, after all.
The Holy Grail of photography yesterday in the Southeast Valley was Four Peaks. I chatted with several photographers out there, all trying to capture the beauty of these rugged mountains.Now, what could be better that that? I'll tell you: The desert wildflowers that will sprout by the freakin' gazillions out there next month, thanks to these storms. And I'll be there, cameras in hand.
