+Nikon D800 36.3 MP
+Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada
Courage... it couldn't come at a worse time
Being an artist. It is not for the faint of heart. You can be at the lowest of low, then at the top of a mountain the very next instant. No pun intended, or wait, maybe it was intended.
Case in point, my most recent photography trip to Banff National Park. I had camped out at the infamous Morant's Curve for probably 12 combined hours over the course of 3 days to get the perfect shot of the iconic twisted segment of railroad track that makes that particular shot famous. I did get some good shots. However by and large the weather never truly cooperated to generate something along the lines of what I envisioned. Heavy cloud cover, drawing harsh shadows, and contrast to light complicating the issue.
Waiting for the next train whistle to ring through the range, my eye was routinely drawn to this peak, a small part of the overall scene. There is something here, I told myself, but what? Until I knew the right shot was upon me. A sole hole opens in the cloud. The weathered, yet mesmerizing texture of the rock slightly revealed, like catching the glimpse of a mysterious stranger in a dark alley. Showing very little, but telling a grand tale in the same moment.
A friend once told me that sometimes you don't come to a shot, sometimes it comes to you.