Confusion at Death
Valley, 2001
We went to Death Valley the Saturday before XMas, and left
Sunday early afternoon, because my photofriend's wife had made
plans to return to Vegas by dinner. She didn't reveal these plans
until we'd gone too far to drive back and dump her somewhere like
the Desert Sportsman shooting range or Pahrump (she could have
worked with blind clients until our return to Vegas). I witnessed
a maudlin performance at Artist's Drive.
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| Badwater again? Above, badw.jpg |
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| Can't recon the day before? Then you have to shoot whenever and come back again! Above, dvridges.jpg |
I got my photofriend up an hour before sunrise Sunday to shoot at
Badwater (badw.jpg), but didn't have time to scout out dvridges
until later that morning. Therefore, I missed the "golden
hour" for that.
Even when you think you know it all you learn old things over
again. My epiphany: One should never, EVER take a rider if that
person doesn't know their inferior station with regard to
photography. The corollary to this: Have the suckers sign a
waiver and rules of conduct form, see my own comic form--then
if they still want to whine, leave them at a convenience store
somewhere--they earned their moniker for more than just beer and
cigarettes.
Sounds cruel, but that's photography and hiking. :^)
