So, I drive across Northern Arizona to Disneyland so I can ride a “Cars” ride which is a theme-park attraction about riding a car across Northern Arizona?  Well, at least I scored this amazing photo of a concrete red-rock formation. Oh and bonus points.  Space Mountain is hiding in the bottom right corner!

“Girl on Newport Beach with a Yellow Pail”

Even if your photo is not that great, and the sunset is a dud, and somebody wanders into your frame, you should still give your photo a profound title, right? Then people will think, “hmmm, interesting… ”

The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us; it binds the galaxy together.  Oh, and it is also owned by Disney and taught four times a day in Tomorrowland.

Maybe I can be one of those photographers who shoot old rusty crap. I can even start a sub-genre, old-rusty-crap-in-the-forest.

“I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly.”   Yeah.  Whatever, John Denver. I may never be a poor man, but with this photo, I’m barely making middle class.

It was only after I decided to quit tromping around the snow, sat down, and wondered why I suck so much at photography, that these deer walked across my path and united in a perfect formation, their heads like right triangles.  The formation lasted for less than five seconds and then they dispersed.

When I’m walking in the woods and somebody in the group spots a critter and says, “Look, a deer” or “Is that an eagle?”  I’m always the guy saying “Where?” And then.  “Where??” And then a minute later. “I still can’t see it.”