When it comes to traditional landscape, I’m all about the intimate scenes. However, some scenes are too intimate. No, not that kind of intimate. Prude.
At Grand Prismatic Spring, it’s pretty challenging to make a bad photograph (as-in properly bad, un-viewable, as it were), and especially when there’s fog. I really do enjoy all of my photos from Grand Prismatic, but clearly i prefer some over others. The ones I publish in my portfolio are the ones I think represent who I am as a photographer. The ones that didn’t make it? Those are more for myself.
This image essentially surrounded me at Grand Prismatic. This photograph was literally everywhere. I see this and I think “man, i feel like everyone who comes to Grand Prismatic takes this photo,” and I feel like that’s likely true. The ground in this environment is to intriguing that it’s hard to point your camera any other place.
I do, however, enjoy that this photograph feels almost like an arial-view of what could be western desert-mountain climate (such as Arizona or Nevada). When I look at it like that, I enjoy the image a bit more. However, having a makers-bias, I can’t un-see the commonality of this photograph.
Still make the common photos (I’m not talking about iconic photos this time), because they allow you to remember how you saw the location for yourself, despite the scene being the same as everyone else’s photograph.