Wyoming Trip, 2015 | A Photo Essay
Trying to get back into the habit of posting regularly. I’ve been unable to prioritize this since launching a few side businesses. But photography will always be my first love, and now it’s time to show it. So to kick things off, let’s go back to the moment I knew I was an editorial photographer.
I was on a commercial job when a friend mentioned I might be able to visit Frontier Days. Turns out I got there at the wrong time of year. But we were able to hang out with some grazing cattle nonetheless, and I was able to put my then new Profoto B2 kit through it’s paces.
I learned that sunsets were more than a fascination of mine. They were a way of connecting with something greater than myself. And they allowed me to connect with others in unique ways that seemed as simple and easy as creating. There’s no pretense—you simply stand idle and bask in your own insignificance, and not in a bad way, but a way that makes you feel most alive and at one with the universe.
At least that was the case for me.
And I learned that the lessons I received from cinematography totally applied to still photography. This might sound like a “duh” moment, but it really hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t any one image, but a series of images that, together, told a single story. I was just beginning to learn the existence and power of the photo essay.
I never had a formal education in photography. But I had worked in film and video previously, and with the rise of digital everything seemed to click. I could focus on the smallest details, or I could capture the vastest vistas, and they could together evoke a response that was greater than the sum of their parts.
In this case, half of it was the thrill of jumping in a pickup and chasing daylight. Adrenaline helps for sure. I’m older now, and that changes some things. But the fire is there, and I hope it never goes out.