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What We Cannot Control

Ross's Geese in Flight
“Ross’s Geese in Flight” — Ross’s geese descend toward a wetland pond.

(I haven’t shared a Morning Musings post in months, so it seems like this one is overdue!)

Sharing this photograph got me thinking again about how many aspects of photography are usually beyond our control. Consider all of the things that come together in this photograph:

  • I was at a location with an area of perhaps 4 or 5 square miles, and at this place there are many locations from which I could photograph. It just so happened that I was at the right spot when a flock of geese lifted off and then returned.
  • The light filled shadows and didn’t overpower white highlights because there was a bit of thin overcast.
  • I was upwind of the birds so their landing pattern brought them down facing my direction.
  • The three sharply focused foreground birds aligned with a group of six birds a bit farther away and beyond the plane of focus.
  • Each bird’s head is visible, with none blocked by other birds.
  • A lighter area of sky is centered beyond the birds, making them a bit more distinct, and this is roughly encircled by darker sky, focusing attention on the birds.
  • Looking more closely at the position of the birds, there is a mirrored pair at upper left. Two distant birds perfectly frame the single bird at lower eft. A pair of in-focus birds leads the group toward the lower ridge edge of the frame… with a pair of more distant birds right above them.

I could keep going, but you get the point.

In almost all photographs (aside from some fully constructed images perhaps) there are elements and conditions that are not under the direct control of the photographer: the weather, who walks by on a city street, wind, the time of day we when we show up, the mood of our subject, which way we happened to look, the season, whether something else we saw delayed our arrival, something we read or an idea mentioned by a friend, how he subject may or may not remind us of something we’ve seen before, how patient or impatient we feel, whether or not we notice something that was not what we came for. Sometimes an error produces a new idea that we had not thought of.

Again, I could keep going.

None of this is to say that we have no control over the nature of our photographs. Among many possible subjects, we pick some and ignore others. Given time we put more or less thought into elements of composition. We try to choose the times and places we think are most conducive to success. We bring equipment suitable to the opportunities and/or we adapt when the gear isn’t quite ideal. We bring our past experience with light and color and texture and composition… and with the subjects themselves.

Indeed, this list isn’t complete either.

Somewhere I recall reading that one difference (though not the only one) between painting and photographing is that, generally, every mark on the canvas was put there intentionally by the painter. In a sense, the parinter “knows” every detail. Photographers often discover things in their images that they had not even fully noticed, if at all, when they made the exposure.

There’s an old saying that we don’t take photographs, but rather we make photographs. This acknowledges the intentional choices and decisions that the photographer makes between the moment of seeing and ultimate act of printing. But if we are honest, unlike painters, we don’t literally make everything in a photograph. In fact we do take as a starting point what we are given, to a greater or lesser extent.

That taking is generally not random, and I don’t mean to minimize the role of intent in photography. If it were purely about taking, then all photographs and all photographers would be equal, and that is clearly not the case. Each photographer puts his or her own stamp on their taking. It is partly a matter of what we notice, but also of how we see. Two photographers who set up next to one another rarely produce the same photograph because each sees something different in what is in front of them, each is attentive to different details in the subject, one might be drawn to texture and another to color or form, each imagines a different final image.

It is important to know how to control and shape as many aspects of photograph-making as possible. Preparation and practice and experience are obviously important. But in the end, to a greater or lesser extent, as photographers we always work with what we are given or what we find, and it is largely about what we do with those things that we can’t control.


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Choosing 2025 Favorite Photographs: The Process

It almost seems a requirement that photographers share a set of our “best” or “favorite” work at the end of the year. I’ve been doing this just about every year for the past two decades. (I prefer the term “favorite” over “best,” since the latter is such a subjective concept.)

I think there’s value in reviewing one’s work from the past year. We get caught up in what we are doing right now, and it is easy to lose track of the bigger picture. As I review photographs I also enjoy recalling the experiences behind them — the places I visited, the people I was with, the things I’ve seen.

2025 Favorite Photographs — First Cut
2025 Favorite Photographs — First Cut

At the same time, it isn’t an easy task! I start by reviewing all 365 photographs that I posted in 2025. (Some were “taken” earlier but not released until this year.) From that starting point I do a quick select of those that I think are most interesting to me. This year that left me with the 91 photographs seen above!

That is, of course, way too many to share as annual favorites, so the culling work continues. I group photographs by subjects and then try to pick the most interesting (to me!) in each category. In some categories I may winnow them down to just a couple, but in others I’m still looking at a half dozen or more photographs. It is hard to choose — I like them all!

This morning I cut the number approximately in half, and there are now “only” 44 photographs remaining, as shown below.

2025 Favorite Photographs — Second Cut
2025 Favorite Photographs — Second Cut

I expect that I’ll need to do at least two more cuts to determine which photographs are in the final set of 12-15. But the process only becomes more difficult as the group shrinks — it is harder and harder to give up the “near favorites.” By the end, it almost feels brutal as I ponder the last few eliminations.


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Death Valley on My Mind

Wash and Alluvial Fan
Morning light on a giant alluvial fan at the base of a desert mountain wash.

Wash and Alluvial Fan. © Copyright 2023 G Dan Mitchell.

Morning light on a gigantic alluvial fan at the base of desert mountains, Death Valley National Park.

This morning I am waking up in a place that is almost literally on the other side of the world from my “home country” of California. As I look out the window from a home in Kosovo toward high mountains at the start the day I am thinking about the storm impacting my state today, and the deserts regions such as Death Valley are especially on my mind as I read reports of tropical storm Hilary.

Our natural impression of places like Death Valley National Park (the part of California’s desert terrain that I know best) is of dryness, heat, aridity… of places where little grows and where challenges human visitors. It isn’t quite that simple, but there is truth to this. Our biggest concerns in such places are often the heat and the scarcity of water.

But I have long been impressed by the fact that there are few locations where the impact of water is more clearly visible than in the desert, especially in the rugged terrain of places like Death Valley. The valley was once a lake. Remnant water from that lake still appears and flows there. The tremendous mountains on either side of the valley were eroded and formed by water, and monumental alluvial fans flow out of side canyons everywhere. Deep watercourses cut through rock, and a close look at stones reveals that they were moved by water.

Even when we recognize the landscape-forming power of water, we still think of the landscape as now being static — formed by forces that worked in the past but now have left a stable geography. A few rocks fall, occasionally a wash overflows and takes out a small section of a road, a playa may fill temporarily with water… but soon everything is back to “normal” as it was.

But this morning it sounds like we may experience much more profound changes as Hilary sweeps though, the sort that occur at intervals measured centuries. Those of us who love this landscape may find our access cut off and that much changes after this storm. I’m both excited by and fearful of these effects — but in any case this is a powerful reminder of the scale of the forces at work in these places we love.


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How It Began, Plus a Book Recommendation

After recommendations from friends, this week I finally began to read ” The High Sierra: A Love Story,” by Kim Stanley Robinson. I’m only a few chapters in as I write this, but already the book stirs up a lot of memories and thoughts about decades in the Sierra. Both of the trips he describes in the first few chapters take me right back to important places I’ve been. In fact, his transforming first trip literally took him to where I went on my similar trip a few years earlier.

The liner notes state that Robinson was “transformed” after he “first ventured into the Sierra Nevada mountains (sic) during the summer of 1973.” That got me thinking about my introduction to these mountains — and also about other people who know this range deeply and in different ways after decades of experience in the range.

My first backpack trip was, of course, in the Sierra, way back in the summer of 1968. I was 16 and — to my retrospective amazement — our parents dropped me and two of my buddies of the same age off at a trailhead. We hiked over Rockbound Pass into what is now part of the Desolation Wilderness for a trip that was, to the best of my memory, five days long. I had dreamed of such a trip for what seemed to my young mind like forever, and I still recall the magical first view of someone’s backpacking campsite at a lake just beyond the pass. (We managed to get semi-lost on the last day, but that’s a story for another time.)

But wait, that was not my first visit to the Sierra. My father, a transplanted New Yorker by way of the Midwest, aspired to backpack in the Sierra, though I don’t think he was ever quite up to it. I recall that he picked up bits and pieces of gear for the trail, and I now think he was responding to the same fascinations that I developed in my youth, though he never quite managed to get “out there” in the backcountry. 

A few years before that crossing of Rockbound Pass with my buddies, he tried to take me and one of my brothers on a pack trip. My memory is now incomplete, but I think that we rented a “mountain tent,” backpacks and sleeping bags, and who knows what else. We got as far as the Tuolumne Meadows campground, but then — if I’m not merging multiple memories — we had “weather” and retreated to the wood-stove-equipped tents at the Tuolumne Meadows Lodge. Truthfully, that was pretty magical, too.

But that wasn’t my first Sierra experience either. Though we weren’t really a camping family — I think my mother actually hated it, but went along — we car-camped at places ranging from Lassen NP to Sequoia NP. 

But the first real Sierra trip I (vaguely) remember was to Yosemite Valley. I’d love to share a stirring tale of seeing the Valley for the first time, but if it happened I don’t remember. I do remember being awed by the raging Merced River behind our (now gone) motel in El Portal, and I recall the rituals of the Yosemite Firefall, the feeling of looking into the great valley from Glacier Point (the old lodge still stood!), and a fearful moment of being chased back into the family van by a black bear.

But the first memory of the Sierra? This comes from our family’s first experience in the state, and may actually have been a stop on the drive from Minnesota to California when my parents moved here in 1956. We stopped at Lake Tahoe, and I distinctly recall a view the lake from an area along its shoreline. Later I saw an area — perhaps it was El Dorado Beach? — that sure seems to fit my memory, though the memories of four-year-olds are not to be fully trusted. Today it is not a magical place, but in my memory it surely was.

On a trip into the backcountry with friends this past summer, we passed — OK, we were passed by! — groups of young backpackers. I recognized the younger me in them, and I thought about people like the current me that I had encountered on the trail when I was their age. (I guess that makes me an old man of the mountains now!) I thought about the experience being young and encountering the Sierra as a new place, a blank slate for making unimaginable memories, with no idea of where this might lead. And I thought about what it means to be at the far end of that adventure, now full of accumulated experiences, memories, and stories. And I wondered if I could possibly explain to them the potential of the journey that they might be starting and how deeply it might affect them. (I resisted the temptation to actually stop them on the trail and try to explain, you’ll be happy to hear, as will my own kids! ;-) )

So, these mountains have been part of my life for a long time. And I’m not the only one. If you look around, there’s a good chance that someone you encounter was also “transformed” by a long experience with this remarkable Range of Light.


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