After I had backpacked deep into the Rawah Mountains of Colorado, a few co-workers and myself hung out around the campfire before the big day of counting bighorn sheep. While relaxing at our new home for the next few days, we noticed the sun's rays illuminating the tops of some nearby mountains. So, camera and tripod in hand, I waded out into the middle of the lake next to camp to capture a few shots.
The water was crystal clear and the colors began to transform with the dwindling light. Even though I was getting rained on and slightly cold, the gorgeous surroundings were more than enough to take my mind off of it. For awhile at least.
A hunt for a photograph that I found in Denver International Airport by Thomas Mangelsen led me to this spot. Located at the very end of a gravel road, I spent the night in my hot rod anticipating something like this. My mom told me the day before to not worry about how all of my photographs turned out. It only takes one.
Before setting, the sun peaks from behind some clouds forming a beautiful glow that greets the evening golden hour.
Small walls of water push along the stream, trickling over the sandy confinements of the bank to form new temporary routes for the creek to flow. The arms eventually recede once the Northeasterly winds subside, leaving only abstract designs as the water soaks back into the sand.
While the air cools surrounding the desert and mountains, the colors themselves burn richer than the entire day. My lens rests upon a temporary sandbar that will soon erode from the passing stream. Later, the winds will carry the sand back to the dunes to create another stunning mound of sand for hikers and photographers alike to enjoy.
Medano Creek is a stream unlike any thing I've ever experienced in the Midwest. The entire body of the stream is comprised of sand. So as the river flows over it, the sand begins to form small sudden riffles that grow and fade away within moments. The shifting sand made for some interesting shooting, but over all was a lot of fun.