The infamous border of New Jersey and New York, with skylines and city life, skyscrapers, and an active, never sleeping population. This skyline needed to be photographed no matter the circumstance. As I had set up my equipment on the Statue of Liberty Island, my hands turned to ice, and I could barely lift the camera since this photograph was
taken in January. Even with these obstacles and a few hours of waiting for the perfect scenery, this sensational view came to be.
With not only beauty but history, this photograph consists of the Ellis island where many immigrants including Armenians fled to in 1915 as well as the Brooklyn Bridge which was the first-ever roadway that connected Manhattan and Brooklyn.
While I was searching for a scene that was open to photography, I was approached by this pleasurable Indegineous man who had offered me to
take photographs of the land he owned. As he drove me to this vast scenery, I was struck with the many fascinating components that my
inner-photographer mind, heart, and soul admired.
As the sun rose and its golden rays shined on the rocks’ mittens’, this enhanced the rocks shape and size, making them appear larger and more prominently. The West and East Mitten Buttes that were rising above the ground were brought to life because of the sun’s ability to stretch out its light to the ends of the Earth. Not only was it the sun, but also the clouds’ warm colors that held this photograph together as it continued the landscape’s theme of a large-scale, intimate, and warm atmosphere.
Walking by the green hills with lofty trees and cool blue water numbed me from the bright colors this world has to offer. When I saw this vibrant yellow tree, it was like a shock that hypnotized me, making me want to walk closer to it. It was the only tree of its kind placed on the hill. Like a magnet, it drew me in. I immediately set up my equipment and waited for the warm and bright sun to shine through the branches to save the look and singularity of this tree. This foreground creates a unique view to the greenish and bluish Olympic Peninsula.
As I had driven eleven days to capture a classic shot of the snow in the winter it felt as if I entered an enchanted forest. The wind was chilly, the ground felt soft, and the temperature was low, but my determination was unrelenting.
It was tranquil scenery that was surrounded by nothing but nature. No roads nearby, no city action, just the sound of the wind making the leaves bristle causing the gentle and light snowfall to sway to the ground
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