When I was in my school days, I carried around my father’s old 35 mm camera that I didn’t know how to work properly. My photos, like my complexion, lacked perfection, but that camera was my constant companion in trips all over the state of Utah. Sometimes alone, sometimes with others (or a succession of different people), I visited a few places time and time again during the course of my seven years in Utah. These favorite haunts still appear in my dreams in the muted colors reflected in my poor photography skills. I don’t know why I don’t see the colors of Utah more vibrantly in my dreams. Perhaps my recollections have faded and the only recollections that I have of these places are the ones that I can observe when I have occasion to look at my old photographs.
This is how I see my favorite old haunts:
Lower Calf Creek Falls in the Escalante Grand Staircase National Monument:
Mt. Timpanogos in Early Spring:
Out of focus, imperfect, but content.