It’s that time of year again, when there is enough daylight to allow me to drive up to Rocky Mountain National Park after work. For example, if I leave my house in Fort Collins at 6 p.m., I can be at this spot by around 7:30, and still have a good hour and a half of light to work with for photographing. I’ve been making these trips in June and July for the past four or five years. They began as an exercise to help me practice my outdoor photography skills, but have since developed into a cherished summer ritual.
Truth is, for a while now I’ve been pretty uninspired when it comes to landscape photography. But I plan to continue my visits to the Park if for no other reason than that I’ve come to enjoy making the trip so much. I’ll bring my camera along too, because that’s part of the ritual. Inspiration is a flighty thing, it comes and goes without much rhyme or reason. But I believe that so long as the underlying passion remains, the inspiration will return, and I’m not yet prepared to concede that the passion is gone too.