One of the great opportunities of the RMOWP organization through the years has been the annual photo workshop. This long-standing summer ritual has provided first-class, professional instruction in nature photography for the many participants who signed up and showed up, wanting to improve their skills in the beauty of Rocky Mountain National Park. Most recently, coordinator Nic Showalter and instructors Jared Gricoskie and Fred Lord have for the past 11 years created a remarkable learning experience and contribution to the field of photography. Individuals from several states across the country have taken part. It has been a good run indeed.
“Take refuge in your senses, open up to all the small miracles you rushed through… be excessively gentle with yourself, having learned a new respect for your heart, and the joy that dwells far within slow time.” ~ Sourced from the poem, “For One Who is Exhausted, A Blessing” by John O’Donohue
“I was trying to think out loud about the concentration essential for all artists, and in the very little child I found the perfect example. The concentration of a small child at play is analogous to the concentration of the artist of any discipline. In real play, which is real concentration, the child is not only outside time, he or she is outside of themselves. They have thrown themselves completely into whatever they are doing…this throwing away is the act of creativity.” ~ Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet Continue reading The Act of Creativity
The mention of Spring’s Return in early March may seem a tad premature for those of you in higher elevations where boots, gloves, and a good snow shovel are still within reach. Continue reading Spring’s Return
“You must have certain noble areas of the world left in as close-to-primal condition as possible. You must have quietness and a certain amount of solitude. You must be able to touch the living rock, drink the pure waters, scan the great vistas, sleep under the stars and awaken to the cool wind. Such experiences are the heritage of all people.” – Ansel Adams, American Photographer Continue reading A Generous Helping
It’s always a bit magical: spring’s return. No matter how many times I’ve witnessed the tulips, the fruit blossoms, or the bluebonnets erupt from winter’s sleep, watched the birds return to build their nests, or noticed a tiny neon shoot, pushing up and through, it’s still magical when it happens. Continue reading The Magical Time
Sometime during the night, the snow began to fall and, by morning, it showed no signs of letting up. Looking out across the yard through groggy eyes, I remember feeling the same swirl of excitement I felt as a little kid growing up in southern Illinois. Snow day! Time to find the boots, the gloves, the sock hat; time to get out there and look around; time to play. Continue reading Gifts and Graces