Being born and spending my childhood in the cloudy suburbs of Atlanta Georgia, I never learned to appreciate open vistas and clear blue skis like those of the Western landscape until my first of many hitchhiking trips that cut through the never-ending cornfields of the plains across the desolate Nevadan sagebrush and finally to the Western shores of California in the early 70’s. It wasn’t until my first jaw-dropping site of Yosemite National Park in 1975 that I realized my real connection to the land and my lifelong love affair with the mountains and the natural world began to blossom.
In 1976, my move to Salt Lake City brought me close to the wild and rugged terrain of the Rocky Mountains and the red rock deserts of the great Southwest. After 20 years of exploring and hunting, mostly in Utah and in some surrounding states, my attention turned to the camera and my desire to capture and share with others the many awesome and beautiful scenes of nature and the human element that I have been fortunate enough to experience.
As my travel boundaries expand and as time allows, I hope that some of my images serve to capture a moment in time that you can relate to and that in your gaze you can find a bit of light that might reveal something pleasant or profound that you otherwise might not have seen.
I urge you to get out there and support our many great and beautiful National Parks.
Happy Trails, Richard