I’d been meaning to travel to distant lands for a long time. They’d always been in my mind, but never had I had the chance to actually go…until now.
Over the Christmas Break I had the photoistic opportunity of a lifetime. I was able to travel to the Antarctic, where the world is a vast wasteland of crystalline formations, bluish slabs of ice, and potato-flake snow.
Okay, it wasn’t really Antarctica, but I did head to Utah Lake on New Year’s Eve after a photoshoot to see what kind of images I could glean if only I were patient enough. I found myself amazed at what could be captured when one adjusts the shutter speed, the aperture, or zooms in just a few more millimeters. Of course, time makes a big difference in this process as well. I’m not the most patient of people as a generalization; however, with a band like Nine Days along for the wait, it makes the moments like this seem not quite so long…
I did venture out a safe distance onto the frozen lake; however, just know that I didn’t journey out too far (there were ice fishers out much farther than I was…no panicking, Dad).
Like I mentioned before, I took an awful lot of time, and was out on the lake for nearly two hours. As I watched the subtle changes of light, and angle of the shots I was to take, a whole glistening world was opened to my eyes—beauty which was always there, just previously nestled in some minute, unseen place. As the sunlight waned, the colors became increasingly richer…bringing an orchestra of light which glossed and coated itself over the frosty ice.
Undoubtedly though, you tire of my narration, so it is without further ado that I share these images, very small glimpses of a very large lake.