Anatomy of a Composition - the right timing III
Central Colorado, a place that I’ve learned to call “home” and a place I am forever drawn to, not just because of the scenery, but because of that old, original, primal connection. The Arkansas Valley with the epically beautiful Collegiate Peaks have both a formative appeal, they also hold perpetual mystery, potential and peace. Finding a place like this, a place that can feel limitless in its potential is a rare find, and having it so accessible feels equal parts comforting and intimidating.
Holding some of the state's highest peaks, accessible by six high country passes and formed by a river that literally drains the Rockies, there’s no shortage of genuine splendor throughout the Valley. Finding the high, hidden meadows and groves seems to be a second thought for most of the region's visitors. It is the river, full of fish and humans alike, that draws people in. The climate of the valley has its own benefits, as much of the mountains worst and coldest weather bounces over the top, yet enough precipitation falls and an abundant enough aquifer exist to create the straw and forage necessary for the cattle that were brought in and pushed out the native elk, deer and antelope cementing the Valley’s lore as truly being “the West.”
While there’s no shortage of human-geography and towns like Buena Vista and Salida are the population hubs, these quiet places can be found. In finding them there is incredible beauty, but being fortunate enough to recognize the potential in the scene whether realized or not holds its own sublime beauty.
This scene first unfolded a little over a year ago as a happy accident based on a decade old conversation and an accidental u-turn. This spot is clearly visible from high across the Valley, but the exact routes won’t lead you directly there. So yes, some of this was just good fortune and reading a map mostly accurately. The stock tank and the view through the valley that first trip up were equal parts a welcome affirmation and poignant reminder of stories whose endings will never be known. I made a commitment to myself to return to this spot and photograph it under the stars. Unfortunately a year as hectic as any other recent one would ensue, and the Milky Way season was coming quickly to a close so a trip had to be made.
The irony is that not only did the scene need to be reimagined, but in life itself would present its own set of parallels and the journey back into self-deprecation and personal growth would cycle back through. The 12 hours sitting up on this hill provided some of the most exquisite beauty of the year, and also lend time to reflect on time, place, connections and expectations. The comfort garnered by setting up the gear then watching light fade and stars appear, would highlight the grandeur and simplicity of life and remind us that finding moments to live in is truly the only way to live. Watch the footage of the day then night then day evolve - check out the YouTube channel for that.