A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
I am going to take you on a trip from St. George UT, in the southwest corner of the state, to the Salt Lake Valley along I-15, one of the major transcontinental routes linking to I-70 east to Denver in mid-state, and I-80 east through Wyoming at Salt Lake. This photo is of the landscape immediately north of St. George. All photos were taken through the windshield at a speed of either 76 or 81 miles per hour, depending on posted speed, since my sons allow one mph leeway to obey the law. They were taken with a Canon 7D with telephoto lens. I will be dragging this trip out for awhile. For those who drive the I-15 corridor often, you may gain a new appreciation for the scenery that we all tend to take for granted. For flatlanders and friends from around the world, you can visualize more clearly what it is like to live in a landscape dominated by mountains. Enjoy the trip.
The view from our living room window in St. George UT is a six foot white cinder block wall. This photo is an example of the never ending beauty of the skies, the clouds, and the mountains along the Wasatch Range. The mountain with the peak is Mt. Timpanogos which stretches seven miles into Utah County. Please double click.
People who know I go around the neighborhood taking photos of every flower that blooms often ask me, "What is your favorite flower?" My answer typically is, "The next one I discover." Every new flower I see is another revelation of the great gift of nature that we are given in the form of flowers. I always admired flowers, but I don't think I became passionately in love with them until I started taking thousands of photos of them and watching in wonder as they emerged on my editing screen.
Please don't wait until afternoon before you take my picture, because I will turn into a limp red dishrag only a few hours after I bloom. I love to show off, but the clock is ticking so get out your camera so you can remember my incredible transient beauty.