Enough moping about PhotoShelter. Upward and onward. Time to sink my teeth back into this raspberry-jam filled croissant and make a mess of things.
After eating meat pies (aka wet cigar in a pie crust) and drinking pints of Guiness at Scot Fest, we loaded up the cars and drove into Rocky Mountain National Park. Stu, Tim and I were in one car, Hailey, Lexi and Shannon in the other, and we twisted and turned our way up Trail Ridge Road.
We went by the area I had planted grasses a few weeks ago and endured more pec-puckering cold in the wind. Honestly, it is non-stop up there…the bristlecone pines and elk that live up there are tough sons-of-bitches.
Speaking of elk:
They’re beginning to get horny up there. We came upon this Mac Daddy on the west side of Trail Ridge. He had a harem of roughly 12 cows and 4 or 5 calves. The females were mewing, which I’ve never heard before. It sounded like humpback whale calls echoing in the forest. This bull just stood vigilant, presiding over the whole herd. An amazing encounter.
In Grand Lake we checked in to the Lone Eagle Hotel (check out the fancy, stitched horse decor above…doesn’t it look fresh off the set of No Country for Old Men?), and sought out Mexican and margaritas. Along the way, we came upon a Cobra rally from the Denver Cobra Club.
Can you still call it a rally if they are all parked for the night?
Over margaritas, each couple scraped together their versions of “how we met,” which is always entertaining. Men remember it one way, women remember it another way. It gets funnier with alcohol and lots of hot sauce and chips.
This post goes out to Tim (green shirt) and Lexi (seated). Lexi is due in February and they just found out yesterday that it’s a girl. We’re all very excited for them.
So what’s next? Well, not too much on the docket. Maybe the Great Sand Dunes next weekend. If so, that might be a three-parter. That place is remarkably photogenic. Beyond that, well…If any of you want to come over and model in front of the white seamless backdrop (or you have any other ideas), let me know. With winter coming, I thought it might be fun to do some close-up hoodie portraits. Try to capture the essence of cozy…and maybe get a new stock agency where I can post things.
Oh, by the way: my collection is migrating to the PhotoShelter Personal Archive. I’ll have to market it on my own, but you can order prints and download high-resolution files straight off the site.
[...] Springs. Also along for the fun were Shannon and Stu Kilzer and Jenny’s husband, Matt. Mostly the same group as the Grand Lake trip from a few weeks [...]