This blog has be AWOL much of the summer but I guess I have been, too. As of the 17th of July I think I have been home for a little more than 10 days since the third week of May. I have also had little access to wifi. So that's my excuse.
But given that I am only two days away from the start of the July Black Hills Photo Adventure, I'm thinking I need to post something - especially of the Black Hills
So here's my selection: a grove of aspen trees that has appeared before in this blog. But, as I've said many times, I like to return to places I've photographed before largely because they are magnets to my eye and camera but also because I feel I am a little wiser: I see better, I understand my equipment better and I am better at processing images in my digital dark room.
Ansel Adams never talked about "taking" a photo. He said that he "made photos." I like that and now that I know the art and craft of photography better, I would say the same thing: true photographers make pictures.

My brother in law Scott took my son Brian and me to the Ingersoll Mine, not too far from Keystone, SD. I'm not exactly comfortable prowling around in mine shafts and photographically is not a great location - there's no light to speak of except for beam of a flash light.
I was back along Iron Creek scouting locations for the upcoming Black Hills Photo Adventure when I saw these two trees forming an interesting sort of "bridge" across the creek. Of course, neither was make for transportation but they were made for the photographer.




If you were lured to this post because you thought you were going to see a beautiful church, I apologize. But there is something dome-like in these trees that arch over the snow-covered ground and that's what inspired today's title




