Steve B
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Elsewhere in the Sierra
Elsewhere in the Sierra
One of my own favorite stories is how I came to this pic. The night before had been full moon, or shortly thereafter, and I had been up at Sierra Vista in the White mountains trying to get a nice shot of the Sierra at sunset. Well, it was hazy, the sun got in my eyes, whatever, but I didn't come away with much of interest. That night we camped up in the Buttermilks at the foot of the eastern Sierra above Bishop. I stumbled out of the van around seven the next morning to relieve myself and saw this. "Coffee has to wait a minute, honey" I shouted to my wife as I frantically tried to get the tripod out of the roof top cargo box and haul out the old Nikon F. I like it much better than anything I got the night before and it has always reminded me to keep my eyes open and be ready as sometimes situations can surprise you. All that planning for the night before and nothing, and then this as a sort of consolation prize.
Elsewhere in the Sierra
One of my own favorite stories is how I came to this pic. The night before had been full moon, or shortly thereafter, and I had been up at Sierra Vista in the White mountains trying to get a nice shot of the Sierra at sunset. Well, it was hazy, the sun got in my eyes, whatever, but I didn't come away with much of interest. That night we camped up in the Buttermilks at the foot of the eastern Sierra above Bishop. I stumbled out of the van around seven the next morning to relieve myself and saw this. "Coffee has to wait a minute, honey" I shouted to my wife as I frantically tried to get the tripod out of the roof top cargo box and haul out the old Nikon F. I like it much better than anything I got the night before and it has always reminded me to keep my eyes open and be ready as sometimes situations can surprise you. All that planning for the night before and nothing, and then this as a sort of consolation prize.