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My earlier years' travels in Colorado were guided almost exclusively by my companions who had lived there awhile. Almost all of them worked in tourist services. They were waiters and waitresses, ski patrollers and instructors, bartenders and sommeliers, as well as a few dishwashers with PhDs who were ski-bumming between university and careers. All were exceptional athletes, me excluded. They, and I, had to deal with the same free-time constraints as any other worker, meaning that our range of travel was always time-limited. There were two exceptions; the tourist industry in the ski areas was only active for about 8 months of 12. So, for two months in the spring and two months in the fall our travel limits could be expanded according to weather and budget rather than employment limitations. Nevertheless, at any time throughout the year, the range of opportunities for exploration, camping, and fishing were more than plentiful within a 25 mile radius of our home base.

All of this goes to say that there were many parts of Colorado and the Rockies that did not fall within my purview during those years; this leads to another salient, personal discovery. As noted earlier, my companions were athletes at heart - and it must be noted they were good-hearted folks as well, generously compelling in their intense companionship. Consequently the activities in which we engaged were athletically rather than aesthetically driven. The rugged topography of mountain trails and ski runs were viewed by my companions primarily as physical challenges to be overcome rather than aesthetic objects to be spiritually incorporated into one's consciousness. The aesthetics were but peripheral to conquering the physical. And so, the truisms about one's choice of companions being guiding, if not limiting, factors in life's experiences were born out.

As a photographer, the aesthetic, spiritual and experiential have become my new, compelling companions. Searching out, capturing and expressing the balance in truth and beauty as I find and internalize it from my world is the driving force of my days.

"I tend to prefer an image that is about something
to an image of something. To me, those images that
'have spirit' are images about, and not images of."
- Guy Tal, Author: More Than A Rock

So for a period of two weeks I spent 14 hour days traveling to and throughout south-central Colorado, exploring the Great Sand Dunes, the Arkansas River Valley and the various canyons and 12,000 ft passes of the Sawatch Mountain Range. My timing turned out to be almost ideal for capturing the Autumn beauty of the three Cottonwood Canyon passes, Independence pass, the Ohio Creek pass, the Kebler and Schofield passes, and many points within those canyons and valleys.

What I came away with, and have consolidated within this 248 page, 191 image, artful endeavor are my perceptual impressions expressed in both narrative and visual form. For those of you thinking of making your own foray to experience the Autumn extravaganza but remain uncertain of your target destination, the narration is specific enough to help plan your journey. In many cases you will find that you can stand in my virtual footprints to capture your own photos.

The areas I visited capture some of the most remarkable scenery to be found in the Colorado Rockies, yet avoid the throngs that gather in some of the more reputably iconic (and expensive) locations. And at least 99% can be accessed in conventional vehicles. For the more energetic, almost every location is at the edge of a wilderness area with a vast array of trailheads for hikers and mountain bicycle athletes. In any event, it is my fervent hope that you will not find my book to be a limiting companion in either an aesthetic or athletic sense.

Sample Images ...

Great Sand Dunes

Approaching the Great Sand Dunes in mid-afternoon, the view across the tundra was breathtakingly beautiful. The Dunes were bathed in sun and shadow, as were the Sangre de Cristo peaks, ordained by the louvered light channels in the cloud cover. Although the mountains were formed by dramatically different forces, the Dunes have independently followed suit to achieve mirrored elevations with incredible synchronous forms. As I view the scene I have no desire to degrade the beauty of this creation with lifeless technical flummery. It is enough, more than enough, to bathe my visual senses with the symmetry of form and dissimilarity of textures and colors.
Drawing closer, with a view across the shadowed Dune field, sunlight sets the fall colors aglow on the face of the middle peaks while the more distant peaks are reduced to jagged silhouettes against a darkening sky. It’s a visual symphony of light, form and color.
During this, my first visit to the Great Sand Dunes, I made a deliberate choice to capture most of my images from a distance rather than close up. Many visitors enjoy the opportunity to hike the dunes’ ridges and slip faces; and I can fully appreciate it as well. But after exploring this possibility, I opted against close captures to avoid the distraction of foot tracks interrupting the continuity and sensual pleasures of the natural forms.
Kebler Pass: The Dyke

Below Ruby Peak is a narrow, irregular, fortress-like backbone known as The Dyke. Dense, layered rows of Aspen ascend the heights in variegated autumn colors. I am not the first to capture an image of this treasure, but I will treasure my first capture of one of Kebler Pass’s justifiably famous displays. In the presence of such a phenomenon I am overwhelmed with a sense of metaphysical wonderment.
I don’t wonder how; I wonder why – why is this here? Why are mere humans given a gift suitable for the pagan gods and goddesses of Greek lore? What is the purpose, the message, the epiphany that inheres in its creation? Well, there’s a legalist adage that says, “Don’t ask a question unless you already know the answer.”
I have what I believe to be an answer, but I’ll hold off on that for now. I will say this much; it doesn’t have anything to do with Dionysus or Gaia, or any of their ilk.

Marcellina Mountain Cloud Smoke

Plumes of cloud-smoke arise from the face of Marcellina Mountain, leaving traces of snow in their wake. In the foreground are wondrous layers of assorted colors, shapes, and contours of Aspen and Scrub Oak as well as conifers - in sum, a majestic scene.
Cottonwood Pass Unwound

Without a doubt this is one of my most cherished views of the eastern slope from a viewpoint just beneath Mt. Yale at the Cottonwood summit. The approaching rain clouds over Jones Mountain beyond the afternoon sunlight suit my mood to a “t”.

I have confirmed what I believed to be an answer before I set out. As I said before; it doesn’t have anything to do with Dionysus or Gaia, or any of their ilk; nor, I would add, Copernicus, or Galileo, or Newton, or Einstein, or learned geologists. In fairness to Einstein, despite his arguably agnostic if not atheist bent, he often spoke in the spirit of a pantheist, “Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” i.e., the “great, eternal riddle”. ...

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