Number 2: Sunrise at Mormon Row
The Grand Tetons will forever be one of my favorite mountain ranges. And watching them wake up to a beautiful sunrise one September morning was pretty amazing. My dad and I left well before sunrise and walked through a wet field of sagebrush to find the perfect spot to photograph the sunrise. I wanted to find the perfect composition and couldn’t decide between a large shot or more zoomed in image, and did a bit of both.
The night before sunrise, I shot a few pictures in a brief riain storm. The color wasn’t great with the misty clouds, but it was still fun to see the changing light as the sun began to set. I even got a couple of shots with less serious foregrounds, like an outhouse that if it was facing the other way, would have made my top ten of most scenic places to take a poop. (That’s a top ten list I probably won’t ever post, but I do have a pretty good one started!) On the way back to the campsite the night before, I had to stop for a herd of bison to cross the road. Man, those guys are so incredible!
The thing about watching the sunrise over the Tetons is every minute is different, and the process takes quite some time. First, the sky turned pink. Then the very tips of the mountains lit up, and slowly, the light moved down the face of the Tetons, finally beginning to creep across the flat sagebrush covered prairie. Finally, the face of the barn that was in the foreground of my photograph and the whole scene was brilliant with light and color.
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