A couple of weekends ago (I know, that's going back quite a ways for some of you), we had decided to take advantage of the balmy weather (sitting pretty at almost 50!) to spend some time outside. We took a 3.5 mile hike up a ravine to what is called Homestead Meadows, an open area of land once given away by the government to those willing to heed the call of Manifest Destiny. And many did, working and living on this particular tract of land just outside of what was to become Rocky Mountain National Park well into the mid-1900s.
I'll keep this short and split it up into two entries, so as not to overwhelm you, the viewer, with my overabundance of memory card space and itchy camera finger.
A depth of field study using funky bark
Old USFS border marker
More depth of field, only in black and white for added drama
When you focus in on snow, and that snow is white, and you don't adjust aperture or shutter speed, you get a photo that is strikingly (and I would say strategically, though it was a total accident) washed out, which looks like this shot above
A depth of field study using funky bark
Old USFS border marker
More depth of field, only in black and white for added drama
When you focus in on snow, and that snow is white, and you don't adjust aperture or shutter speed, you get a photo that is strikingly (and I would say strategically, though it was a total accident) washed out, which looks like this shot above
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