Scott KissingerUpper Antelope Canyon. The light comes in soft and indirect, and the sandstone seems to pour. What held me was the floor... a pool of pale sand at the base of a subtle beam, more spilling down toward it.
A 1941 Boeing PT-17 Stearman banking to land at the Vance Brand fly-in in Longmont, flown by Old Glory Air Corp. Bright yellow and blue against a clean Colorado sky.
Camp light in Page, AZ. A prickly pear in full magenta with a bud rising beside it, the last sun lighting the spines. The bloom feels earned after a long dry year.
Bryce at first light. Beth found the frame… pine reaching across the rim as the sun spilled orange over the far plateau and the hoodoos held the last of the blue.
A bottlebrush in bloom on South Padre Island, Texas. The red sits so hard against the green that the plant almost glows…one flower full and bright, another just opening beside it.
A blue-footed booby gliding low over Banderas Bay, outside Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. It leveled out into a fast, flat glide just above the surface, spray still trailing behind.
Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta, 2018. Caught a kid mid-laugh just as the balloon behind him made the exact same face. Pure joy, in stereo.
A METRO Blue Line train pulling into the underground airport station in Minneapolis, headed downtown. Tried to catch the motion as it emerged from the tunnel into the platform light. Shot on the iPhone.
Sunrise from the rim at Bryce Canyon, Utah. Instead of shooting straight out at the hoodoos, I found the sun coming up through the needles of a pine at the edge. The branches break the light into pieces.
Bryce Canyon, Utah, at sunrise. The first light comes in low and warm and sets the whole amphitheater of hoodoos glowing while the ones still in shadow stay cool and pale.
