Nuthin' but Blue Skies

"Welcome to Canada," Ken shouted to me over thehonorable mention. After that, I decided I was ready
roar of the rain and thunder. A constant downpourfor the next level.Then I started to have second
kept the photography workshop indoors. We slippedthoughts. I didn't know anything about mountain
out during a break in the clouds, but as soon as wecountry, and whenever I mentioned my plan to
set up our tripods, a thunderstorm swept in out ofanyone, the response was "You better watch out
nowhere and sent us scurrying back down thefor the bears." I was tempted to back out. But, I had
mountain trail to our cars. Since I signed on for thiscome too far to quit.So, I leafed through the
tour of the Canadian Rockies, everything had goneadvertising section of Outdoor Photographer
right.It rained sporadically for the first two days ofmagazine. I found a photography workshop in Yoho
the workshop and we were all a little down. So, Kenand Banff national parks on the border of British
Pugh, our photography instructor and guide, used theColumbia and Alberta in the Canadian Rockies. I called
down time to teach us some nature photographythe number in the ad and signed up for my
techniques and camouflage tactics. Those sessionsadventure.I flew to Calgary and caught a bus to
helped me a lot since I was a novice naturereach the designated meeting place. As the bus
photographer.When the clouds cleared again, wewound through the mountains, I was awestruck. It
ventured out, and this time the weather held. Iwas the first time I had seen mountains in person.
believe Ken chased away the bad weather with hisThey loomed over everything like emissaries from
sunny rendition of Willie Nelson's "Nothin but Blueheaven, offering enlightenment to anyone willing to
Skies," which he sang constantly since the first dayclimb their lofty heights. There was no way a
of the tour.The days afterwards were a moody mixphotograph could ever capture their glory.A few
of sunshine, clouds and drizzle. The colors of thehours later I reached my destination, a combination
surrounding scenery were intensified from the rainrestaurant, gas station and motel located at the foot
and overcast skies. When the sun popped out fromof a mountain range with no other sign of civilization
behind the clouds, the light was soft and delicate. Itin sight. When I walked into the restaurant, it seemed
was a great time to photograph the majesticeverything stopped and all eyes were on me. I
mountains and forests.My adventure in the Canadianpaused near the doorway, scanning the room for
Rockies started years earlier, on my grandparents'anyone with a camera.Then, I heard someone call my
farm in Michigan, where my sisters and I spent ourname. I turned and saw a burly looking guy, wearing
summer vacations. It was there that I developed ana denim jacket and sporting a thick black beard. He
appreciation for nature. As a teenager, I caught thewas waving me over to a table where six or seven
photography bug, and a few years later, I startedpeople were gathered. I walked over and he stuck
photographing nature.Whenever I got the chance, I'dout his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Ken." I guessed he
photograph the scenery in the city parks of myrecognized me because I was the only black person
neighborhood. After a while, those manicuredon the tour. It was either that or my gear.Except for
landscapes bored me; I dreamed of photographingme, everyone on the tour was Canadian. One guy
mountains and deserts, the places I saw inwas from Nova Scotia. I had just a vague idea of
photography magazines. But, I let that dream diewhere that was. Listening to the voices around me, I
away. I decided that since I lived in Chicago, pursuingrealized I was the one with an accent. I had made it
a career as a nature photographer didn't make muchto the edge of the world.After a hard day of
sense.But dreams are hard to kill, they wait for thetrekking through the Canadian wilderness, we
right moment to rise and haunt you again. In mygathered for diner and talked long into the evening.
case, that moment came about seven years later. IDuring those times, we got to know one another,
was at a time in my life when I wanted to doand I learned more about Canada than I ever wanted
something adventurous. I thought about trying natureto know. But, those conversations broadened my
photography, but I couldn't see how to make itperspective of the world, and I learned about myself.
happen.Then I came across a copy of "MountainIt was a great experience hanging out with
Light," a coffee-table book of nature photography byeveryone.A few weeks after I returned home, I
the late Galen Rowell. Rowell's work featured thereceived letters from two members of the group
exotic light and perspective of images taken at thewhere they expressed how much they enjoyed my
edges of the world, high up in the mountains.But,company.So I had reached my goal and
what caught my attention was that he was anphotographed the mountains. For awhile, I searched
ex-car mechanic and self--taught photographer.for a way to turn my passion into a part-time
Rowell, who was also a world--class rock climber,business. I did some shooting on vacations, and
started taking pictures to share his adventures. Hemounted a few exhibitions of my work. The highlight
took chances to realize his vision, and today hisof my career was when the Museum of Science and
images are world--renowned for their magicalIndustry in Chicago selected one of my photographs
qualities.Rowell's story and work inspired me. So Ifor its annual art show.The recognition was great, but
dusted off my camera and set an audacious goal. II managed to sell only a few photographs, which was
decided to visit some of the landscapes Rowell haddisappointing. Gradually, I came to realize that when
photographed.I took a small first step. I went to theyou follow a dream, money might not be the best
bookstore and bought a couple of books on naturemeasure your success. I see now that genuine
photography. I studied John Shaw's, "Complete Guidesuccess corresponds to personal growth.And in that
to Nature Photography Field Techniques." Once Idepartment, I've been a rousing success. I've seen
learned the basics, I set out to get somesome of the beauty of the North American continent.
practice.The problem was I lived in Chicago, a placeI've met and connected with people from far away
not known for its natural beauty. The closest naturalplaces, and learned we're all more or less the same.
wilderness to Chicago is the Indiana Dunes. So, that'sAbove all, I've learned that "the bears" weren't lurking
where I went.The trips were worth the effort. Iin the forest waiting to get me, and I had nothing
entered one of the photographs I took at the Dunesfear. The adventure has been "Nothing but Blue Skies.
into a local photography club contest and won an