If you were given a chance,
Would you go alone,
See the world,
Consider the free range?
If your voice was given a stance,
Would you choose to crone,
Power to be unfurled,
Able to initiate change?
If you had the chance to dance,
Would you get off your throne,
Let yourself be twirled,
Accept and embrace the exchange?
There’s a certain rush I get from traveling alone; Just recently I’ve realized how much I enjoy it. The planning, researching, and driving. To finally getting to the destination and having an unlimited amount of exploring to do. To just packing up an leaving with the only worry in the world being “what do I wanna photograph next?”
On my last day at Mammoth Lakes I had planned to come back to the bay at around sunset and stop to photograph along the way. Being that it was a 5 hour drive and I had to work the next morning, I almost left this vista point too early. Right before sunset I was driving back down and kept looking at my rear view mirror thinking “that light is only gonna get better”, so I turned back around and am glad I did. The fog disappeared and gave way to some hot colors. Often times while driving to a destination I pass by a scene that is too good to pass up. Then I have to make a choice, either I keep driving and hope to catch that same light at my original destination or stop and photograph the scene I have in front of me. I usually stop, because what I have in front of me is the present, and in 10 seconds the light could change. I’ve had so many missed opportunities because I keep going to see what other locations look like, passing up great opportunities.
Walking alone can seem so frightening, yet at times, it is exactly what we need. To take a journey without the distractions, make decisions solely based on our own wants and needs, to be quiet enough to actually listen to ourselves.
I have spent a lot of time alone these past few years, taking photos, exploring, hiking.
Each time I head out it takes a lot of personal strength and courage. The unknown seems overwhelming and the what if's seek to keep me locked in my home. But I've learned to push through these self created barriers and have gradually learned it is much better to take some risks and be uncomfortable, than never to experience these great places.
On this particular evening I was not alone in my travels. A big thanks to @mitcheldrennan for being the subject of this photo and for joining me in chasing the last light at Mono Lake.
Aside from the amazing fall colors in Mono county, the sun dipping behind the mountains at sunset was such a distinct sight than what I’m used to seeing in the Bay Area. I’ve seen incredible sunsets over the water, but watching the rays disappear behind a mountain within a matter of seconds is a sight I will definitely go back and see.
It wasn’t until I got back home from my trip that I saw that @joshuacrippsphotography was photographing near me at around the same time. It is through Joshua Cripps, via YouTube, that I learned (and am still learning) a lot about photography. Thank you so much for your comical and informational videos!
I grew up coming to Bridgeport with my family every Fourth of July. This little town has the hugest, most patriotic parade and fireworks display I’ve ever seen and I remember playing with sparklers with my cousins and brothers, drawing shapes in the darkness that crackled in that magical way that things in childhood do. I remember a simplicity and happiness of our times spent here and was pleasantly surprise to see that 20+ years later, not much about the quaintness of this little town in the eastern Sierras has changed. #visitmonocounty#monocounty#bridgeport#visitcalifornia#wooddalladventures