Wind but no Sails

These are a few additional shots from the Great Salt Lake expedition. The trip was specifically to experiment with HDR landscapes. Drop me a note and let me know what you think.

Hitting the Brine

The signs pointed to some excellent sky conditions tonight so I tossed the wide angle in the pack and drove West until things started to smell like billions of years of decomposing brine shrimp.

Great Salt Lake sunsets during impending weather changes rarely disappoint, and tonight was no exception.

I didn't have too much time to sort through the evening's shots, but it was well worth huffing the primordial ooze. Watch for Jay's Full Frame Goodness on his photo blog too.

Once Upon a Time

In the fairy tale, anything King Midas touches turns to gold. Of course, it’s a fictional account and everyone knows that Dionysus’ gift of the magic touch is nothing more than fantasy.

Likewise do fishermen drift away into the far reaches of the mind imagining that it is possible to find sun and blue sky when nearby temperatures dip to -6° Fahrenheit.

Equally ridiculous is the possibility of finding gold attached to the end of your line. It’s just a story.

Men do not wade in liquid ice near shores with fresh fallen snow, casting crystal clear fly lines to mythical fish. Such a thing would only be the product of an overactive imagination.

Thanks for the snap Jay - for more about the trip that never happened check out Fly Fisherman Forum.