Bisbee has become quite a little art town, with its beautiful homes, winding streets, and thousand staircases. It’s always cooler than the lower desert, and has some great restaurants and a brewery.
The light here was just right- the range of colors, the pinks, the ripples in the sand. It’s such a beautiful place to shoot. I should have used a lower ISO though, it got a bit grainy.
The lighting and mood couldn’t be any more perfect. I’m not sure what they did, but it’s right on the tracks and in ag country. Maybe they loaded up bold cows…
I took photos of the same place years ago and gave canvas prints of them as gifts. I think I like this one better.
I saw these guys on an RV in front of us on burn night 2013…I just ran across this in one of my folders and had forgotten all about it. Love, love, love everything about this shot and the story of how they’re all just laid back and watching from afar, while I watched from afar-ther. Away from all the craziness and the thousands of people down there as the Man burns. You can see the smoke and dust, flames and lasers in front of them.
I took a bunch of shots of the sky as it changed, I must have 10 totally different skies in 10 minutes. I love the mountains of New Mexico- and when my mom pointed out her whirlygig, it made the perfect silhouette. Silhouettes have always been something I was artistically drawn to- I paint them, photograph them, am endlessly fascinated by them.