I was reminded this week that former Sen. Barry Goldwater was also a master photographer.
Also, a nice article in the Casper, WY paper about friend Chuck Kimmerle's exhibit. Chuck moved to Wyoming because his partner Brenda got a good job there. We all wondered what would happen to his superb landscape photography, which up to that point was entirely attuned to the Great Plains.
Chuck adjusted, and is thriving.
What the article and most reviews of Chuck's work miss is the sense of humor I find in his work. Maybe I am perverse, but when I see virtuosity like Chuck's; when I see him turn a commonplace scene into something transcendant, I laugh out loud. It is the same laugh that comes when I hear Vladamir Horowitz take a commonplace piano piece and make it sizzle like a drop of water on a hot griddle.
Armed with my camera, I headed north to Payson, AZ today. The scenery was beautiful, but I wasn't inspired to photograph. Payson is up on what they call "the rim." In other words, it is at 6,000 elevation. The saguaro are replaced by juniper and pine. The mountains are dusted with snow.
I found a Thai restaurant there that served a good lunch, then turned around and came back to Gold Canyon. Temperature? 76 degrees F.
I do check on MN temperatures and I do know what you are going through. This is when I relish every moment in the desert.