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Nuthin' but Blue Skies

"Welcome to Canada," Ken shouted to me overI took at the Dunes into a local photography
the roar of the rain and thunder. A constantclub contest and won an honorable mention.
downpour kept the photography workshopAfter that, I decided I was ready for the
indoors. We slipped out during a break in thenext level.Then I started to have second
clouds, but as soon as we set up our tripods,thoughts. I didn't know anything about
a thunderstorm swept in out of nowhere andmountain country, and whenever I mentioned my
sent us scurrying back down the mountainplan to anyone, the response was "You better
trail to our cars. Since I signed on for thiswatch out for the bears." I was tempted to
tour of the Canadian Rockies, everything hadback out. But, I had come too far to quit.So,
gone right.It rained sporadically for theI leafed through the advertising section of
first two days of the workshop and we wereOutdoor Photographer magazine. I found a
all a little down. So, Ken Pugh, ourphotography workshop in Yoho and Banff
photography instructor and guide, used thenational parks on the border of British
down time to teach us some nature photographyColumbia and Alberta in the Canadian Rockies.
techniques and camouflage tactics. ThoseI called the number in the ad and signed up
sessions helped me a lot since I was a novicefor my adventure.I flew to Calgary and caught
nature photographer.When the clouds cleareda bus to reach the designated meeting place.
again, we ventured out, and this time theAs the bus wound through the mountains, I was
weather held. I believe Ken chased away theawestruck. It was the first time I had seen
bad weather with his sunny rendition ofmountains in person. They loomed over
Willie Nelson's "Nothin but Blue Skies,"everything like emissaries from heaven,
which he sang constantly since the first dayoffering enlightenment to anyone willing to
of the tour.The days afterwards were a moodyclimb their lofty heights. There was no way a
mix of sunshine, clouds and drizzle. Thephotograph could ever capture their glory.A
colors of the surrounding scenery werefew hours later I reached my destination, a
intensified from the rain and overcast skies.combination restaurant, gas station and motel
When the sun popped out from behind thelocated at the foot of a mountain range with
clouds, the light was soft and delicate. Itno other sign of civilization in sight. When
was a great time to photograph the majesticI walked into the restaurant, it seemed
mountains and forests.My adventure in theeverything stopped and all eyes were on me. I
Canadian Rockies started years earlier, on mypaused near the doorway, scanning the room
grandparents' farm in Michigan, where myfor anyone with a camera.Then, I heard
sisters and I spent our summer vacations. Itsomeone call my name. I turned and saw a
was there that I developed an appreciationburly looking guy, wearing a denim jacket and
for nature. As a teenager, I caught thesporting a thick black beard. He was waving
photography bug, and a few years later, Ime over to a table where six or seven people
started photographing nature.Whenever I gotwere gathered. I walked over and he stuck out
the chance, I'd photograph the scenery in thehis hand and said, "Hi, I'm Ken." I guessed
city parks of my neighborhood. After a while,he recognized me because I was the only black
those manicured landscapes bored me; Iperson on the tour. It was either that or my
dreamed of photographing mountains andgear.Except for me, everyone on the tour was
deserts, the places I saw in photographyCanadian. One guy was from Nova Scotia. I had
magazines. But, I let that dream die away. Ijust a vague idea of where that was.
decided that since I lived in Chicago,Listening to the voices around me, I realized
pursuing a career as a nature photographerI was the one with an accent. I had made it
didn't make much sense.But dreams are hard toto the edge of the world.After a hard day of
kill, they wait for the right moment to risetrekking through the Canadian wilderness, we
and haunt you again. In my case, that momentgathered for diner and talked long into the
came about seven years later. I was at a timeevening. During those times, we got to know
in my life when I wanted to do somethingone another, and I learned more about Canada
adventurous. I thought about trying naturethan I ever wanted to know. But, those
photography, but I couldn't see how to makeconversations broadened my perspective of the
it happen.Then I came across a copy ofworld, and I learned about myself. It was a
"Mountain Light," a coffee-table book ofgreat experience hanging out with everyone.A
nature photography by the late Galen Rowell.few weeks after I returned home, I received
Rowell's work featured the exotic light andletters from two members of the group where
perspective of images taken at the edges ofthey expressed how much they enjoyed my
the world, high up in the mountains.But, whatcompany.So I had reached my goal and
caught my attention was that he was an ex-carphotographed the mountains. For awhile, I
mechanic and self--taught photographer.searched for a way to turn my passion into a
Rowell, who was also a world--class rockpart-time business. I did some shooting on
climber, started taking pictures to share hisvacations, and mounted a few exhibitions of
adventures. He took chances to realize hismy work. The highlight of my career was when
vision, and today his images arethe Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago
world--renowned for their magicalselected one of my photographs for its annual
qualities.Rowell's story and work inspiredart show.The recognition was great, but I
me. So I dusted off my camera and set anmanaged to sell only a few photographs, which
audacious goal. I decided to visit some ofwas disappointing. Gradually, I came to
the landscapes Rowell had photographed.I tookrealize that when you follow a dream, money
a small first step. I went to the bookstoremight not be the best measure your success. I
and bought a couple of books on naturesee now that genuine success corresponds to
photography. I studied John Shaw's, "Completepersonal growth.And in that department, I've
Guide to Nature Photography Fieldbeen a rousing success. I've seen some of the
Techniques." Once I learned the basics, I setbeauty of the North American continent. I've
out to get some practice.The problem was Imet and connected with people from far away
lived in Chicago, a place not known for itsplaces, and learned we're all more or less
natural beauty. The closest naturalthe same. Above all, I've learned that "the
wilderness to Chicago is the Indiana Dunes.bears" weren't lurking in the forest waiting
So, that's where I went.The trips were worthto get me, and I had nothing fear. The
the effort. I entered one of the photographsadventure has been "Nothing but Blue Skies.



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