I was off on my travels again recently, back to California with Angela to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary. Three locations in ten days, including three nights in the Eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains at the height of the “Fall Color” season, or Autumn as it’s more commonly known. I’ve always wondered if it was called fall so that Carole King’s “You’ve got a friend” rhymed. “Winter, spring, summer and autumn, all you gotta do is call” doesn’t quite work.
Most photographers dislike the Summer, and to be honest I’m pretty much in that category, for photography at least, though when I played golf it was the season I looked forward to the most. Not anymore however, Autumn has firmly taken over. With the sun rising at a more hospitable hour, and setting earlier too, it is definitely more accommodating. Changeable weather is always good for photography, and of course the glorious Autumn colours.
I recently had the good fortune to spend two weeks in the “Golden State” with my wife and one of my sons. This was our main family holiday of the year so my camera time was limited to early morning or evening to coincide with the “golden hours”. At least that’s what I told them before we went….
In sticking with the “gold” and “fortune” themes I now require to discover a gold mine somewhere near my house to assist in clearing the credit card balance. Cheers Brexit!
Our trip took us to four locations – Monterey, Yosemite, Lake Tahoe and Tiburon, a wonderful small town directly across the bay from San Francisco. Tiburon is sadly probably most famous for being the town where the late and great Robin Williams took his own life. We drove past his former home one afternoon (no sign of Mindy).
Every October my wife and I are lucky enough to be able to sneak away for a break on our own. This years trip was looking unlikely when I was diagnosed with Bell’s Palsy in early September, especially as our plan was to spend some time in Las Vegas. There was real concern on my part that the sneer on my face caused by my illness would have led me to drunkenly enter into an Elvis lookalike contest, with the extremely distressing thought that I might end up singing in public. The thought of me belting out the final words to American Trilogy whilst on one knee, wearing a rhinestone jump suit, then being unable to get back to my feet because of being fifty, was a chance I just wasn’t going to take. So everything went on hold.
There are only two things more feared in Scotland than the midge, a Bay City Rollers reunion and a new series of The Krankies. Regrettably the first one has already happened, apparently M&S sold out of tartan thongs within ninety minutes of the press release. Thankfully The Krankies are very unlikely to ever get a new TV show. Did you know they recently confessed to being “swingers” in their heyday? No wonder I gave up the golf.
I’m one of the photographers in Issue 113 of On Landscape’s 4×4 Portfolio feature. You can find it here.
Click here to see some of my favourite images from my recent trip to Arizona.