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    Today’s Photo from Ted Grussing Photography: Never Let

    August 11, 2021No Comments
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    By Ted Grussing

    … a good storm go to waste … things were going so well, lots of tasks being accomplished and then a beautiful rain cell moved in. The sound of rain on the roof and skylights was just too much to resist, so I made my way to the sofa in the living room, lay down and enjoyed the rain whilst I drifted in and out of sleep. It was wonderful and sure enough all the things I put aside were still there waiting for me when I decided to get up.

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    So in the spirit of nice storms, the upper photo is one I took while a monsoon storm with multiple rain cells was roving around the Colorado Plateau one afternoon. On the left horizon is Kendrick Peak, to the right of it, the San Francisco Peaks and the valley below the large cell is Long Canyon. Mormon Mountain is the flat loaf looking mountain on the far right side of the photo. West Sedona and the airport are hidden behind Thunder Mountain and to the right of that is the village. The huge cumulonimbus cloud has over developed and is blowing out and things can get pretty interesting if you are in the neighborhood. Love those storm systems.

    The abstract landscape below is a photo of the confluence of the Verde River and Sycamore Creek. Sycamore Creek is heading upwards and to the south and joins the Verde River which is flowing right to left (west to east). What looks like a road above the Verde River is actually the tract for the Verde Canyon Railroad, and it take you along the Verde and through its canyon out to Perkinsville … about four hours round trip and a very fun ride. The parking lot for the trailhead to enter Sycamore Canyon is visible just above and to the left of where Sycamore Creek makes a turn to the right. A fabulous place to go when the storm cells are dumping rain somewhere else.

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    Perhaps another storm cell will come through today …

    Smiles,

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    Ted

    If the noise of the city offend you,
    go afield when you may, with the birds and
    the wild, free life that troubles not;
     
    The growing grain and the placid sky
    have a kind of voice; and though you are
    alone, the boundlessness of the universe
    is with you.
     
    Go afield and dream and forget;
    and you will see that you are changed when
    you return and the lights of the city
    gleam in the twilight.
     
    — the noise of the city by Max Ehrmann

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    The easiest way to reach Mr. Grussing is by email: ted@tedgrussing.com

    In addition to sales of photographs already taken Ted does special shoots for patrons on request and also does air-to-air photography for those who want photographs of their airplanes in flight. All special photographic sessions are billed on an hourly basis.

    Ted also does one-on-one workshops for those interested in learning the techniques he uses.  By special arrangement Ted will do one-on-one aerial photography workshops which will include actual photo sessions in the air.

    More about Ted Grussing …

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