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| Beaver Brook Reservoir |
Situated below Old Squaw Pass Road, Beaver Brook Reservoir is a blue pearl offering some solitude in the bustling foothills of Colorado. Getting to the shore is just a short saunter through a dense forest of aspen, pine and fir.
A converging perspective and big clouds always seem to create complications in the background. Constructed for confinement, the wonderful watershed allows a steep outlet into an infinite, green gorge.
After spending numerous hours near the water’s edge, I’ve never actually seen the lake’s nocturnal namesake. Despite the unfortunate absence, many other creatures are quite common.
Deer and elk skirt the forest boundary while out on the rocks, garter snakes seek the sun. Betrayed by its distinctive trill, the elusive kingfisher flees from my camera like a desperate fugitive.
Luckily, the mountain landscape is more cooperative as it always keeps perfectly still. I envy the stoic peaks and their unchanging nature because down below, the seasons are moving way too fast.
With life streaming at lightning speed, there is much work to be done. A sense of urgency exists at the studio and in the field where I know I’ve got to hurry if I’m ever going to catch that blasted king-bird on film.
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| A blue pearl |
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| Solitude in the foothills |
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| A short saunter through the forest |
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| Big clouds |
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| Create complications |
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| A wonderful watershed |
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| An infinite, green gorge |
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| Near the water's edge |
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| The mountain landscape is cooperative |
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| The stoic peaks are unchanging |
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| The seasons are moving fast |
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| Life is streaming at lightning speed |
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| A sense of urgency exists |
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| That blasted kingfisher |
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