I captured this image during the Cripple Creek Veteran's Bike Rally this last August. I liked how it turned out a lot except for one thing, that mural in the upper right corner needs a bit more breathing space on the top and right. It used to have more breathing space but due to me being set up in the middle of the street on a steep slope and not having time to adjust properly by the time I adjusted for level in photoshop and cropped accordingly there was nothing left. This may be more "frontiery" than the yellow bike image but still doesn't fit my usual theme.
A picture I took during a biker rally in Cripple Creek. I got down on my stomach for this picture to block out the "no parking" signs and HVAC unit behind this bike. My favorite part of this image is the awesome wall in the background.
I think this picture turned out really well, however, it's just not a "frontier" type photo. Now if an elk were driving this thing then perhaps...
Well my first attempt at night photography didn't turn out so bad. Here is a picture overlooking Cripple Creek during the 4th of July fireworks event. There are many, many pictures of fireworks as they are a great example of capturing vibrant light in interesting patterns. What I think sets this image apart from the other pictures I took that evening was how the fireworks lit up the smokey haze above the city in red and blue.
I will be attempting to test print this image as I already have a request for it, perhaps a metallic paper will show this off best—we'll see.
Watching the fireworks over Cripple Creek from the train I captured this image and decided that I should try something that might turn out to be completely pointless—process this photo as a black and white image. I mean, fireworks are all about color—vibrant color—and maybe there's a reason I've never seen any other black and white images of them before. However, there's a certain drama created here that really draws me in.
Who knows, if I could print this like an old tin type photo it could be print worthy. It really is a fun scene and if there was enough demand I could be convinced this image needs to be printed.
In 1890 an old cowboy by the name of Bob Womack was the first person to strike it rich in the Cripple Creek District. Bob decided to celebrate by going down to the Colorado Springs area on a three day drinking spree. When he sobered up he found out he had sold his mine for $500. The new owners renamed the mine "The Gold King" and pulled over $5 million in gold from it. Bob died a poor man in his sister's house in Colorado Springs in 1909 but he never regretted selling his mine, he figured he got a lot of money for it and he was glad the new owners did too.
Seen in this image is a couple of power lines on an old telephone pole. This little valley, known as "Poverty Gulch" was filled to capacity during the gold rush days. Now reclaimed by aspen trees you can still see some of the old prospector holes.