Just another wonderful trip up to Mammoth/June Lake. A couple years back I had an amazing opportunity with some amazing scenery. I found a spot on the shore of June lake that was on a private road hidden away from everything else. The colors on this side of the lake blew me away. At this time I was using my Dad's Canon 20D and I hadn't really learned how to use all of it's features so I was kind of shooting blind, if you will. Well, it turned out that I got some great shots, but I on the ride back I accidently reformatted the card and lost everything. Fast forward to this winter. I was able to go back to the same exact spot, and to my surprise very little had changed. The only thing that did change was what I had shot last time. But that didn't matter much when I took notice of the way the sun was lighting up the reeds all around the shoreline. I got right in the middle of them and started shooting like crazy (thank goodness for digital technology. Film would never last). When I got back to the cabin in Mammoth and I looked through all of the shots from the day, I realized something. For as long as I've been into photography, I looked at tons of professional photos with the most amazing compositions and vivd colors and I always wondered how the photographer took something so stunning. It occurred to me, though, on this day, that it's hardly the photographer, but nature itself produces such beautiful images. The camera only captures it, and Photoshop only attempts to mimic it. Only God can make such colors. And on this day, everything was gold. A kind of gold that no camera could truly capture. You just had to be there.
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