After an extremely mild winter here in Prescott, Arizona, we finally got the biggest snow storm of the year at the tail end of March. Unfortunately, I had to work in the morning, so no untrodden snow photos for Bob. Or was there? After work I headed out to Willow Lake just as the sun had finally decided to peek it’s head out. I had been in the swamp and marsh areas earlier in the month, the water had been way down after such a mild Winter, and I was able to get into some areas people usually wouldn’t go, so there must be some untrodden snow there!
I was right, and managed to get some shots I’d been waiting for all Winter.
In addition to about a thousand others. I was having a ball. Now, the one common thing you might notice in those pictures, aside from snow, is the lovely clouds in the distance. You see where I’m going with this. As an admitted photography addict, I pride myself on knowing and recognizing weather patterns. Hell, my life is pretty much ruled by them, and bacon for some reason, but bacon doesn’t play a role in this story, and I find that to be kind of sad. So, anyway, where was I, oh yeah, Bacon! Oops, sorry, I lost my train of thought. So, I’ve got my eye glued to the viewfinder, lining up a pretty shot of the trunks of some trees reflecting in a snow shored pond when I notice a blurry spot in the upper corner of my shot, then the blurry spot started to run down the center of my shot. I unglued my eye and took a look around. Hey, it’s starting to snow again, that could be cool. Hey, where did that gooey golden sunlight that’s been making me sweat in the middle of this winter wonderland go? Hey, does it seem like maybe it’s a little bit colder out. Hey, how far away from my jeep am I anyway? Crap!!! Within about 10 minutes it was dark grey turning to black in the sky, big chunks of snow are falling all around and the wind has gone from a nice little breeze to a pissed off gusting machine made specifically to hunt down dumbass photographers who just had to find untrodden snow! But, dumbass addicted photographers are called that for a reason, and what should have made me pack up and take off to attempt to find my way back to the jeep, now that I was in an almost complete white out, instead made me drool and reach for lens wipes. What should have been about a 30 minute hike back, turned into a frozen shooting frenzy that took about 2 hours. Every time I would make some progress toward the jeep, I would come upon these little ponds and I couldn’t resist shooting. There were times when the black of the ponds were the only things you could make out in all that white and grey. When I finally did get back to the jeep I was completely white, my camera bag was completely white, I couldn’t even tell where my boots ended and the snow began. The only thing of any color left was the big freakin smile on my face.The smart thing would probably have been to be afraid, and do the prudent thing, but I can honestly say that I have never had such a fun time out shooting, it was like 2 completely different trips in one, coming up on those black ponds in the midst of pure white was so surreal I felt like I was in a movie. The only thing that would have made it better was…bacon!
Willow Lake, Prescott Arizona USA.
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