Ahh, finally eighteen below zero and beautiful. I have been waiting for a day like this for months. Sadly, winter temperatures too often hover between twenty and thirty-five degrees above zero, much too warm for the magic of arctic cold.
You draw in that sub-zero air and it’s more refreshing than a mouthful of peppermint with a dash of dry ice. Air so crisp it seems it could snap at any moment. The moisture in the air freezes and falls in a sparkly, slow-motion dance to the ground. This miraculous and dynamic gift from the North facilitates art for those willing to fetch it. Continue reading →
On weekends, I hit the hills with my family to play and at the same time I scout for places to shoot video. On weekdays, I return to those places with my camera equipment to work.
Following this routine of scout, then shoot, I’m lying on wet boulders in Swan Valley’s Palisades Creek on a sunny June day. While hiking with my kids the previous Sunday, I saw fish jumping a four-foot waterfall. Now it’s Monday afternoon and I’ve returned in waders. It’s sweaty hot on the rocks. It’s painfully hard to hold still. I’m belly-growl hungry for the granola bar in my pack on the bank. I’m questioning my strategy when the first trout finally breaks the current in front of my lens.
“It is really amazing what fish can do when they’re trying to go spawn,” says Brett High, Idaho Department of Fish and Game regional fisheries biologist, as he sits by the rushing river on an overturned bucket. “We’ve seen fish hold their positions almost vertically for several seconds.” Continue reading →