This is a view of the peaks to the west in Morraine Park inside Rocky Mountain National Park. I lucked out finally and had a mostly obscured sunrise, so I got to shoot the mountains with the sun just kissing the peaks as it struggled into the sky.
Once upon a time, I couldn’t get out of bed before noon. Now I get up at 5:30 and drive an hour in the dark down treacherous roads so I can take photos like this one. Why? I’m never more at peace than I am in those moments. Shooting nature photography is like panning for gold. You sometimes get lucky and find a little nugget, but most of the time your pan is filled with grit and muck.
I’m starting to get a little bored of RMNP though. Where do you think I should take a road trip to shoot next?
