Spent a bit of time with Mike, Sarah and their wonderful little boy Ryland to shoot some family photos. We started at Rocky Ridge and ended at the Creative Playground in Springettsbury Township. We had a great time and made some really nice images!
This past weekend our friend Justin Swartz left the earth at too young an age. I’ve known Justin since he was knee high and was honored with the opportunity to photograph his marriage to Erin in May of this year. We’ll miss you Justin.
Getting back into the daily grind after two weeks off has been difficult. Add to that a few big projects I have in the works and it all equals no time to update my photoblog. So I went through the 1000 or so images I brought back from Colorado and picked a few of my favorites to share. I still have four folders of images to go through but I’m already planning a coffee table book from the trip.
Setting sun over a rugged background
After more than 30 hours on the road, the family arrived safely in York late last night. We spent a whirlwind 11 days in Sadalia Colorado with our friends Jeff and Patty. Our vacation included hiking Devil’s Head, fishing the South Platte River and listening to our guitar playing friends around the camp fire. My son even managed to get up-close and personal with a cactus while following me up a cliff I was climbing.
The South Platte River
Tony digs prickely pear cactus out of his fingers
Prickley Pear Cactus damage
A flag flies atop Devil's Head
The girls and I earned our Squirrel Cards by climbing to the fire overwatch on Devil's Head
Girl Scout Troop 681 paints a map of the U.S. on the parking lot of East York Elementary School
Spent the morning at the middle school watching their 2nd annual talent show. Christy had Kat and I in tears as she performed “My Heart Will Go On”
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My good buddy and fishing partner John called me last night and invited me to spend a couple hours on the creek. It’s been a couple of months since we fished together, so though I had to attend a photo gallery reception, I agreed whole-heartedly.
John was already fishing by the time I got to the creek, and although the weather man was calling for clear, sunny skies, the raindrops were begining to fall. We worked a section of the creek and returned to our cars to wait out a thunderstorm that obviously didn’t hear the weather man’s forecast.
After the storm passed, an incredible light descended on the creek and I set aside my flyrod to shoot a couple of photos of John fishing.
Some things are just go well together. Music, as well as hotdogs and marshmallows, goes well with campfires. On one of our campfire gatherings in Colorado, family friend and local guitarist extraordinaire Billy broke out his custom 12-string.