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...cumulus flying by on a hot summer day in the White Mountains....
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...a storm threatens Mono Lake, no big deal.....
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a massive dust storm roars behind the mittens at sunset.....
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.....in todays novella...

....the Dutchman lazes near his fire in the Superstitions soaking up the sunset and thinking about that little redhaired girl with the fat butt at the bar. Tomorrow he'll roll around in the dirt a little, and then dig up his bag of ore that he highgraded from the Vulture.

By nightfall he'll be livin' high and partyin' hard......everyone should have an imaginary gold mine he muses as he reaches for the bottle........
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If I have a (previuously described) love hate relationship with the Grand Canyon, my relationship with the Superstitions is that of a divorce gone UGLY.

Make no mistake, the Superstition Mountains are the single most beautiful desert mountains smack in the middle of the lushest desert in the world. Incomparable beauty.

OK. Incomparable beauty, lush desert....what could screw up this paradise? You got it. Man. The crush of houses slowly strangling this place over time is just too depressing to watch.
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I was working this up for a client.....this is the last one I'll post from that night out on the Apache Trail...the lights weaker, but the sky rocks......
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yeah, I know, this horse is getting pretty tired, but its close to home, and they just graded the road.

Speaking of the road, I stood in it to shoot this one, so its my guess this image qualifies for the Roadkill Portfolios™.......

actually, because it was shot in the dead center of the road, it totally embodies the true spirit in which this amazing body of work was compiled....
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one of the most difficult things to do in this business is deciding which way to jump. That is, deciding where to go.

So based on conditions and best educated guesses you pick a spot. Then you go to your appointed location and stand around second guessing yourself until it happens or not. Its a function of the human condition to start concluding that the grass is greener somewhere else. In this case I was pacing around in the fog, dead sure that the weather was breaking up somewhere else.

Why would I feel that way? Why not? It sure wasn't happening here. But then the voice of reason started to compete with the swelling panic rising like bile in my throat that I would manage to waste another opportunity and screw yet another pooch. And so, after waging a complete Shakespearian drama in head (complete with the ghost sequences), I stayed, eventually shooting one of the great sequences of my career...

*apologies to the Clash
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....yup, thats me. The alchemist.....I turn mere dirt into gold(en sunsets)....
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the problem with living in the desert - the harsh reality that cannot be escaped - is that along with eternal sun comes eternal blue skies. Clouds become an issue.

With high pressure some 300 days a year, or so it seems, the quest for clouds for desert shooting is actually solved quite easily. Shoot the monsoon. Thats right, in the dead of summer.

107 to 115 in the shade during the day - nights that don't cool to under 100 degrees F until 11:30 at night - gatorade suckin - sunscream cakin' your skin - lip balm melting in your pocket - HOT

I think I covered everything but the resulting psychotic break. You're on your own for that.
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