Here’s the first photo I processed from the trip to Zion National Park last month. It was my first visit and although we spent only 3 days there, they were fully packed days. Photographically speaking this trip was mostly a scouting trip. I didn’t expect to take many great photos in the park. Mostly I was just looking to familiarize myself with the park, it’s locations and how the light worked so that future trips I could plan carefully. Even so, I believe I managed to get a few photos from the trip that are worthy of the permanent portfolio.
The park is so photogenic you can get nice images even when you aren’t trying very hard.
Based on what I saw, I really believe you could spend an entire lifetime photographing Zion. At the entrance to the park are several small photo galleries who’s owners have done just that. Their work is extraordinary. I envy them the opportunity.
Anyway, please enjoy this first image from the trip…
I believe Winston Churchill once said that “They serve also, who stand and wait”. He meant that those who stayed home and waited for the return of soldiers from WWII were also serving their country.
Well, photography is not a war (usually) but there is a lot of standing, waiting, supporting and patience involved.
I’m talking about my wife and companion who is often with me when I am taking photographs. The photograph here was taken on our vacation over the week of the last Fourth of July. Together we explored and photographed many spectacular sights in Utah’s Arches National Monument.
To take this photograph in particular, we had to be up well before dawn to strike camp and drive to to the park hours before the sun was up (it’s almost impossible to camp in Arches in the summer – you have to reserve months in advance). Then we went to the location I had scouted out days before to wait for the light.
I spend a lot of time waiting for the light. I stand by my tripod looking at what the sun is doing as it rises (or sets). I think about the shadows and the colors and wait for that one second when everything just works together perfectly. Then I’ll take a photo and then wait some more for the next perfect instant to appear. I’ll be completely engrossed in this for hours at a time. My patient wife waits quietly for me while I wait quietly for the light. Then we move on to the next location.
Not the way I suspect most people like to spend their vacations.
So without my patient and kind companion this photograph (and many others like it) would not exist. I am fortunate beyond all measure to have such a willing and uncomplaining companion. Of course it has rewards for both of us. Together we have spent quiet time, thoroughly immersed in beauty, for hours. Hopefully you can see that in this image.
If you’d like to hang your very own copy of this beautiful panoramic in you home or at your office, you can find it here.
I’m just getting started processing the 1400+ images I came back with from Utah after my 4th of July trip. On the trip, my love and I spent the nights camped along the Colorado River near Moab, Utah. The mornings and evenings we spent in Arches National Monument. We spent four days that way before moving on to Emery County to visit the old family farm and my Mother.
I’ve wanted to get back to Arches for well over a decade. The last time I was in Arches my exploration of photography was still in its infancy. I had managed to buy my first more-or-less serious digital camera (with a whopping 3 megapixels!) and felt I was ready for big-time success shooting in the park.
While at Double Arch in the Monument, I spent quite a bit of time climbing around looking for the right spot to shoot and taking mediocre photo after photo. I did take one that I thought (at the time) was pretty good. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I had sunscreen on the lens and part of the image was fuzzy. The whole thing turned into an exercise in frustration.
I still have a print of that photo in my library. When I printed it, I thought it was an OK image (or at least the best I had taken) if you could ignore sunscreen smudge. Now I just cringe and try to see it as an example of how far I’ve come.
In any event, on this trip it was important to me to shoot Double Arch at a number of different times of day and under different conditions with the hope of having at least some success while learning how to really photograph the arch. Hence, I have quite a few photos of Double Arch I’m still working through. In the mean time I wanted to share one from the set that I’ve finished so far.
In this case, I used HDR to compensate for the fact that the Arch was very backlit at the time I was shooting—not ideal conditions by any means. The HDR technique made it possible for me to get this starburst image as the sun went down behind the arch. I could not have realistically taken the photo in any other way—the dynamic range of the scene was just too wide for a camera to capture.
Comparing this image to the print I have from over a decade ago, I feel like I haven’t completely wasted my time.
If you like this version, check it out on my website. You can order a print of your own here.
I thought I’d post another image from my night shots of the Utah State Capitol Building in Salt Lake City.
Also, don’t forget about my Night Photography Seminar on Thursday, October 8th in Tempe Arizona. Register here: http://www.chriscurtisphotography.com/seminar/register.html
I planted the camera tripod legs in the red clay carefully to avoid disturbing the bones that littered the ground around me.
This portion of the Middle Portal features the ruin of a storage cellar surrounded by a jumble of bleached cattle bones. In the west, a lot of old settler’s cabins become sheltering places for cows as the land is fenced and cattle are confined to fields where people once lived.
It’s too bad really. The cows do tremendous damage to the old buildings. I’m sure the ranchers don’t feel particularly nostalgic about the old abandoned settlements but it seems a lack of respect to just let them fill up with cow manure and old bones. Old-time ranchers are usually more interested in scratching out what little money they can make from these arid ranges than they are in history.
I would like to explore the below-ground portion of the old cellar ruin. I wonder if antique sundries, old food tins and bottled preserves are still on shelves down there. I wouldn’t touch anything — that would be bad karma (take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints) — but it would be fascinating to see what might still be down there.
A quick examination of the entry way makes it seem impossible. The entry, at least, has collapsed. If I could get in there, it would be architecturally unstable. It would also likely be spider and snake infested which might be worse than worrying about the roof coming down.
Another time perhaps. Or not.
This photograph would look really cool hanging over your sofa. You can order it here if you like.
In “Exploring the Middle Portal Part 1” I described how the strange spiritualist “Home of Truth” cult settled this deserted part of Southern Utah from New Jersey early in the 1900s. That post talks about the Middle Portal and some of the strange goings-on of the cult. Check out that post below…
In any event, when we reached the Middle Portal late in the afternoon, a storm was moving in. Such storms are uncommon in Southern Utah at that time of the year (before the Southwest’s “Monsoon Season” sets in) so it was a suitably eerie atmosphere for a visit to a ghost town.
This building has tremendous character. It contains the remains of a large common room that would serve for meetings or communal meals, what appears to be a kitchen and several smaller rooms that were probably sleeping quarters. The Middle Portal, from what I have been able to learn, was where the bulk of the cultists lived and worked (as farmers) so I believe this was the main dormitory building.
You can see in the background the remains of an old windmill. According to what I read, the cult had great difficulty growing enough food for themselves at the settlement because of the lack of water.
At one point, they were able to drill a well and buy a windmill which they used to fill a cistern. You can see the remains of the windmill in the photo. I didn’t see any sign of a cistern, however. The purchase of the windmill and the building of the cistern were a major financial strain on the cult. In spite of having more water, the cult declined rapidly after this time.
Photographically, it was great that I had the storm moving in. I think the scene would have been much less interesting without the clouds in the sky. I used a tripod, a slow shutterspeed and ISO 100 shooting in manual mode. I also used a circular polarized filter.
That’s pretty much my standard setup for landscape images (in this case I used my 24-105 mm telephoto lens but I use the same setup with my wide angle lens and with my long telephoto).
To make sure I get the sharpest image possible for landscapes, I set my camera to use mirror lockup with the shutter release timer set (at 2 seconds). When you do this, pressing the shutter locks up the prism mirror used for the manual viewfinder. Then, after two seconds the shutter trips.
This gives time for any vibration caused by the pivoting of the mirror (which must happen for every photograph on a DSLR) to die away before the shutter trips. Thus, the camera is as still as possible. This is a big help in making landscape images sharp because I always shoot at the lowest possible ISO (to minimize noise) which implies long shutter times. Any movement–no matter how slight–would cause blurring.
There are abandoned towns, farms and mines all over the Southwest. They are fascinating to explore but I always think of the people that created them. They put so much work and effort into these places, only to have them be abandoned and slowly fade back into the desert. So many dreams that failed after so much effort.
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Landscape photography is a great way to learn things about places you wouldn’t otherwise learn. Often, when I photograph a place and then return home, I’ll see something in a photo that makes me curious and encourages me to do some homework.
When I was a kid, I wandered all over Southern Utah (as I still do whenever I have the chance). On one of those wanderings many years ago I saw Church Rock on the highway between Moab and Monticello for the first time.
The rock is picturesque on it’s own but I noticed from the first time I saw it that someone had gone to a great deal of trouble and expense to begin cutting an entryway into the stone. If you look at the base of the rock in the picture you’ll see the small black rectangle at the base.
I was always curious about that hole. I couldn’t imagine that the rock itself would hold a significant amount of any valuable mineral that could interest a miner. Perhaps someone was creating a home for themselves (like the Hole in the Rock home nearby). In any event, prior to the internet, it remained a mystery.
When I took this picture of Church Rock a few years ago I remembered the mystery of the doorway. I realized that with the internet I might be able to find some answers. I did some searching on line and found out that the site was once the home of a strange cult called the “Home of Truth”.
The cult was founded by Marie Ogden, a charismatic spiritualist. Ogden lead her followers from Newark, New Jersey to this empty part of the Utah desert to found a Utopian spiritualist community. The community had as many as 100 members at its peak who gave all their assets to the community and were expected to work (mostly by farming) to support it.
The cult eventually fell apart when an attempt by Ogden to raise a member from the dead failed. The event cast doubts on the spiritual power of the leader and also lead to problems with the local authorities. After that, the remains of the cult fell on hard times.
The story is that the cult had intended Church Rock to eventually become their Cathedral. Only the 16 by 24 foot opening was ever completed. If it had come to be, the supposed Cathedral would have been impressive.
Unfortunately, the story that the rock was to be used by the cult is apocryphal. The opening was created by a local rancher to store salt and feed for his cattle.
However, reading about the cult lead me in a new direction. The cult actually built three settlements in the area which they named the Inner, Outer and Middle Portals. The Inner Portal was where Marie Ogden, her daughter and her closest followers lived. According to Ogden, the Inner Portal was the exact center of the Earth’s Axis and only those who lived there would survive the coming calamities of the Last Days.
The Outer Portal was made up of a communal house and dormitory while the Middle Portal, the largest, had numerous buildings, dormitories, storage units and would have been the home to the cult’s chapel, had it ever been completed.
Today, it turns out that the Outer Portal is completely gone. The Inner Portal, over looking the valley from a few miles away was occupied as late as the 1970s. Although most of the buildings of the Inner Portal still exist, the site is fenced and marked “No Tresspassing”.
The Middle Portal is in the valley just to the west of Highway 191 and to the south of Highway 211. Highway 211 is the route to the entrance of Canyonlands Needles district.
In any event, the Middle Portal was accessible. So, on our last trip to Canyonlands this spring we drove out to the site and explored the ruins of the Middle Portal.
In upcoming posts I’ll show some of the photos I took exploring the Middle Portal. Stay tuned.
BTW: should you want to order a print of Church Rock, you will find it in my on-line store here.
Here’s a quick tip for you…turn around.
Several years ago I was shooting a landscape image with a nice sunset. I was fully fixated on the sunset because, as I’ve mentioned before, the light changes very fast at that time of day and you need to keep shooting until it’s over because you can’t predict what’s going to happen moment-by-moment.
However, at some point I dropped something and when I turned around to pick it up I noticed that the scene behind me was much more impressive than the scene I had been shooting.
Ever since that day, I remember to tell myself, “turn around”.
When I was shooting the Green River Overlook (see “Shooting in Canyonlands Part 2”) I had my tripod set up and my lens and camera very carefully adjusted for the scene I was shooting. However, I did remember to look around and, although it was not behind me, I did notice that I could shoot this beautiful version of the overlook picture if I moved my tripod and turned my camera.
So I did, and I’m happy that I did, even though it was a pain to get the original shot set back up after I took this one. Although I don’t personally think this image is quite as spectacular as the other one, I do think it has a beauty of it’s own.
So once again, remember to turn around.
Here’s an image from my Canyonlands trip that I consider to be portfolio quality work. It’s from the Islands in the Sky area of Canyonlands overlooking the Green River.
I had actually shot this same overlook two years ago when I was last at Canyonlands but the conditions where terrible that day (lots of wind blown dust and haze in the air). So when I went back this time, I was hoping for a better opportunity.
I had learned a couple lessons from my previous visit that I applied this time. First, I would shoot as the sun was setting but not yet set because the sun, as it sank in the sky, would shine on the tops of ridges in the valley while leaving lower areas in shadow. That would emphasize the terrain, adding depth and color. Second, it would be good to add some foreground interest into the composition.
So I went early, giving my self at least two hours before I expected the time to be right and scouted out the location I wanted. I found this spot that had an old gnarled juniper tree providing just the kind of foreground interest I was looking for.
There were also rock walls and a stone ledge to help frame the composition.
It’s a good thing I arrived early because after I had set up, another photographer came by who had obviously intended to shoot at that same exact location. He hung around for a while hemming and hawing but finally realized I wasn’t going anywhere and moved on.
Anyway, I shot a bracketed exposure (-2, -1, 0, +1, +2) every few minutes for almost two hours. Each one was just a little different but when I got them home and looked at them, this particular exposure just popped in a way none of the others did.
When it comes to shooting landscapes at dusk, you need to take a bunch of exposures because the light changes very fast and has unpredictable effects on the image. If you don’t shoot a number of exposures you will likely miss out on the perfect image.
You can order a print of the image here (without watermarks):
I also very much like the black and white version of this image which you can find here: