Detail of ice sculpture, Loveland Fire and Ice Festival 2018. iPhone photograph.
It’s almost Valentine’s Day, so here’s a crazy-tight crop of an ice sculpture featured at Loveland, Colorado’s Fire and Ice Festival. The resolution is terrible, but I love the colors. iPhone photograph.
Yesterday I made my first solo foray into Denver. The temperature was in the mid-seventies and I wanted to give my 60 mm macro lens (35 mm equivalent = 120 mm) a thorough workout, so I headed to the zoo. First up: some sea lions who were having a serious disagreement.
This is my favorite of the window photographs I took in Georgetown last Saturday. iPhone photo, cropped.
Didn’t notice until just now that there’s someone’s head in this photo. I think I’m going to take care of that when I’m less tired. Georgetown was crowded late Saturday afternoon, probably with other folks who had headed out to see the aspens.
Getting away from travel-related posts here for awhile and back toward art photography.
For yesterday’s drive I skirted Denver on the west side and took U.S. Hwy. 285 over to Kenosha Pass and down to South Park. I’d been keen to see this part of Colorado ever since I read a magazine writer’s comment that, though he’d been many places in the world, the view down across South Park from the pass was his favorite. Not ever having watched the animated series “South Park,” I didn’t know that it was named after a real place. (There is also a North Park, northwest of Rocky Mountain National Park.) The designation “park” here refers to a broad plateau or basin ringed by mountains.
I stopped to eat lunch at Fairplay, then took state route 9 up through Alma (10,578 feet elev.), and over Hoosier Pass (as it turns out, there are two Hoosier Passes in Colorado, both of them—I presume—originally sited in Indiana, then trucked west and greatly enlarged). A series of hairpin turns on the other side of the pass takes you down to Breckinridge. There were still golden-leafed aspens along 285 east of Kenosha Pass and in Breckinridge; elsewhere, the aspens were mostly bare. Given the abundance of stands on the slopes, it must have looked spectacular a couple of weeks ago. Now I know an ideal driving route for seeing the fall colors in Colorado.