I have been shooting with Ken for a lot of years now. He is a great, knowledgable photographer and we get along real well on the road. He liked Moby Grape before I did and our musical tastes synch, not to mention the aesthetic. Not identical, but neither of us tells the other guy how he should do things. Most artists tend to like to do things their own way so that is very important.
Not a lot of the southwest we haven't covered but there was still Monument Valley on the collective bucket list so we crossed if off this weekend. Put about 1500 miles on the car and drove long pulls.
Hit a big stop on the forty near Ash Fork, about an hour and a half at a snail's pace.
First stop was Wupatki.
Wupatki is a ruin north of Flagstaff that was populated by the Sinagua people in the twelfth century, then abandoned. The area is volcanic, the soil very black and quite beautiful. The responsible volcano is nearby Sunset Crater, a future stop.
We made our way to Kayenta in the dark and checked into our hotel. Had a beef stew and fry bread dinner, which might have been close to the dinner many of the native inhabitants were themselves enjoying.
I love the navajos, I really do and I get a hidden part of myself back every time I visit the reservation.
Got up at four o'clock in the morning. Ken and I drove to the parking lot to meet up with our Navajo guide Harry for a sunrise photographic tour. He works for Dineh BeKeyah tours.
Harry is a good guy, a good guide and a good photographer himself.
I took some astro long exposure shots with my 14mm but had an equipment glitch which made me unhappy with the results.
And on the way I saw these purty horses in a field on the north side of the road.
Not totally sure but I think I grabbed some nice stuff. Nothing earth shattering. Stuff has been shot a million times.
But so innately beautiful that it should not be taken for granted.
Really have a lot to process. This will not be easy. Amazing how much you can shoot in four days.
I know what you are thinking. Yes, but did you shoot any cows? You bet I did.
Will tell you that I went out in the middle of the night Sunday, by myself, for astrophotography, came within two feet of hitting a horse than ran right in front of me in pitch darkness, 55 mile an hour power slide, just missed, saw the terror in his eyes, he saw the same in mine.
(to be continued...)