We kept being tourists that afternoon. Walking around without a tripod felt wrong, but I sucked it up.
I’m still ignorant to what spring basin we were at, so please, for the love of God, help me.
Knowing all-too-well that many people, both photographers and tourists, would be photographing generally the same things, I kept looking for intimate scenes — the kinds of subjects that make me forget where they were taken (and it seems to be working, but I didn’t even know where we were when we were actually there).
Despite succeeding in finding subjects that look like Yellowstone, but not any specific location within the park, It was a challenge to make the images work. This image has a wonderful color palette and a pleasant pseudo-arial view, it’s just not quite there.
I know, I keep ripping on myself about these kinds of photos, but it’s so hard for me to consider these as anything more than an attempt to make something they’re not. They’re nothing more than eye candy to me. There isn’t much story, or fantasy, or wonder. While, yes, the subject itself is interesting, it’s not what I was looking for.