A weird thing happened while I was making this photograph; it is made from this tiny spec of a pull off on a winding mountain road near Estes Park, CO. I turn a corner and see this rock face with beautiful light raking across the front and there just happens to be this house at the base. I turn around and head back to occupy most of the little pull off and proceed to set up for this image on the other side of the guard rail; much more distant from whizzing traffic. In the process of setting up the camera I see another Subaru performing the same series of U-turns that I executed moments ago.
The car pulls in behind mine and a very enthusiastic man in his late thirties bounds out of the driver's door and trots around behind his car. A friendly wave and a handshake later he explaines that he was a photographer en route to Boulder to photograph a job for a tailor or clothier of some sort. He saw me under the dark cloth and his curiosity led him to come by. Following introductions I invited him to take a look under the dark cloth at the ground glass. Only a half a moment later there was "Damn..." coming from the bent over man.
The other photographer came from under the dark cloth, said thanks and we exchanged business cards. He thought that it was neat that people still use the "old technology." I wish that I had a clue where that guy's card went. I'd like to e-mail him a copy of the image. To my memory, I don't think that I've had a stranger go to such lengths to see what I was doing under a dark cloth. (I just assume that when people see me setting up a giant tripod and camera that they assume I'm some sot of a surveyor
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