When I walked into the Utah State Capitol building at 8am a couple days ago, I didn't know what to expect. It was, of course, architecturally impressive. But I was even more impressed by the fact that I had the place to myself. The dominant feature of the interior of the capitol is the white and gray marble that decorates it and though this photo started out in full color, I chose black and white to help you see this.
I'm not sure that perfectl symmetry results in "art" but my architectural interiors are often characterized by this. And I'll have to admit that I worked pretty hard at getting the two halves perfectly balanced in this scene.
Shame on me, incidentally, for not bringing a tripod on this trip. Shooting HDR series in marginal light is made much more hit and miss. I know that any photographer worth his/her salt works with one. Shooting HDR series in marginal light is difficult. From now on, I will try not to leave home without one. . .
Canon 5DIII 1/13s f/8.0 ISO1250 24mm
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During our recent stay in Salt Lake City we had a room with a view. I took several photos of the courthouse as seen from our room but I liked this one best, largely because of the way the strong sunlight helps light up the building against the distant cloud covered landscape. I walked over to visit the court house but it is much less ornate in the interior public spaces.
I am in Salt Lake City for a couple days and on my first morning, I drove north to Antelope Island State Park. Part of what intrigued me was the fact that the island was connected to land by a long causeway across part of the Great Lake Lake. It turns out that much of the water had evaporated and so I drove across flats of brownish white minerals.
I went looking for something that made me smile and this photo of father Brian holding daughter Glenyce upside down is the first thing I found. I used to hang him upside down when he was two feet tall and so Brian is obligated to continue the tradition. No children were harmed in the making of this photo. :-)
In all of my travels, perhaps the most bizarre place I have ever visited is the Capuchin Crypt in Rome. I have no photos of my own of this place because photography is prohibited, but 
This blog rarely editorializes. But today's post could have existential meaning. Rather than merely documenting damage from a recent heavy snow fall in the Black Hills, am I saying something about life in general by posting a fallen, twisted twisty road sign? As with all art (if that's what this photo is) you'll have to impose you own experiences and sensibilities in an attempt to answer this question.
Anyone who knows this blog knows that I often repeat myself. I have not yet tried to re-invent myself as a photographer and, at my age and inclination, I'm not sure that it is possible. Or worthy.
So it's been several days since I've posted a photo of our grand daughter, Glenyce Jane. So here you go. . . .
My friend, Scott, may dispute my choice of the word "hope" in the title of this post. I have no idea if he was hopeful when he took his rod and reel out into the gentle surf at sunset on a perfect October evening along the Florida Gulf Coast.