Montana Prairie

After shooting a coworkers wedding, I headed off to the Northern Rockies with Ken.  As we were traveling through Montana (no speed limit),  needed to finish up the film used to shoot the wedding.  Another self portrait here with my lens in the mirror.   The Montana Landscape rushing by as we travel west towards the Rocky Mountains. 



 Remember, This is...  One Man's Journey into a World of Photography.
When I first built this area of the web site, I kept in mind the ultimate goal.  The goal to produce high quality crisp images with great composition and perfect exposure.  But I also wished to show to my viewers the places which I visited.  I included a few images that do not meet the standards of my goal.  As I've built the web site over the years, I've gotten emails from people saying that this or that photograph is beautiful.  Understanding that peoples tastes could be different than mine, I began including many images that didn't meet the standards of my goal.

Ken took the time to write a huge story about our trip.  The story is posed below.




I have always loved national parks. My parents started this for me with a trip to California to see my uncle. We went through Rocky Mountain National Park, The Great Salt Flats, and Lake Tahoe on the way out and Death Valley and the Grand Canyon on the way back. Two years later they took me to Yellowstone National Park and Badlands National Park. So, after my father died, we took some inheritance and went to a place he had always wanted to go and never had the chance, Alaska. I was hooked. After talking to some friends and telling them of my love of Denali National Park, they suggested Banff National Park in the Canadian Rockies and I started planning.
Dave and I left on a Saturday night. I was working with Northrop High School’s marching band then and we had marched the local summer festival parade that morning. The Three Rivers Festival Parade isn’t exactly the Tournament of Roses Parade (don’t say Rose Bowl Parade or some little white haired man in golf clothes will come unglued), which I’ve also done, but on a July morning when your mind has already left for the Canadian Rockies, it doesn’t have to be seven miles to be too damn long.
I had planned this trip for three years or more, trying to talk any of my few friends into going with me. No one could get the right time off, or probably more to the point, they just didn’t want to go with me. I’m a big pain in the ass and I know it. People who have traveled with me know it. People that have talked to people who have traveled with me know it. My friends and I have gone to New Orleans, all over the Gulf Coast actually, to Chicago, and day trips all over the midwest, but this was a trip of epic proportions. An Odyssey if you will.