This has to be one of my favorite shoots to date. Alison wanted some outdoor portraits and was more than willing to appease and humor me by walking up to and standing on the edge of a rock face (it’s not as dangerous as it sounds). So worth it.
Alison and I headed up to the mountains with a 6-pack and a taste for adventure and ended up getting some gorgeous shots. I highly recommend this type of shoot for anyone looking for something a little out of the ordinary, something daring and most importantly something fun.
I work, live and play in Boulder. However, I like to step out and see what else Colorado has to offer (which is a lot; a whole lot). A quick drive north will take you into Fort Collins, which might be one of the coolest towns on the front range. From their cute little downtown square to the miles of outdoor adventures that await, you just can’t be bored.
I wanted to do both location scouting and a small fashion shoot with roadside wildflowers and some clothes from my closet. My assistant and I shot for about an hour while exploring a spacious, scenic park outside the city.
We ended the day with cocktails from The Blind Pig in downtown Fort Collins, and called it a wrap. I’m going to say ‘to be continued,’ because I am definitely not done exploring Northern Colorado.
So, I’m newish to this blogging thing. I like to think I used to be a pretty decent writer back in the days when I’d actually, well, write. I’m not even talking about in the grammatical sense (like that all the prepositions and things are in the right places, though that’s sure a plus), but in the actual story sense. Things tended to flow a lot easier for me when I wrote semi-regularly. As is true with any activity, I suppose. I tend to write what I feel, and because of that I might consider myself a millennial Carrie Bradshaw with Chucks on instead of Minolos. Sometimes my blurbs sound better spoken out loud than read off a page. So, by all means, serenade your cat or dog or spouse if you feel the same way.
Anyway, to the subject matter. This past weekend was Labor Day, which generally translates across America to “the end of summer,” or “winter is coming,” for my fellow Game of Thrones fans. My mom was visiting from New York, which was totally awesome, and we all went camping. One of our favorite spots lies between Lyons and Estes Park, Colorado atop a lovely overlook perfect for bonfires, beers and anything in tents.
I’m not saying I won’t go camping again before next summer, but this weekend’s trip was perfect in every way.
“The mountains are calling, and I must go.” – John Muir