The ages having been long at work on it, a long dead ancient Bristlecone still stands watchful in its stately grove.
On the last evening of a my 2011 fall color trip, I parted company with my photo buddy Marc Briggs and headed up to the White Mountains to stay the night at Crooked Creek and visit with my dear old friend Tim. While waiting for him to arrive from Lone Pine, I headed up to Patriarch Grove for the sunset, and what a sunset it was.
Arriving about an hour before sunset, I headed out into the grove for an ideal subject. Taking note of this stately ancient snag, I headed a little further out, until finally deciding I would find nothing better than this ancient caretaker. I walked briskly back to the car to grab my gear as the temperature quickly dropped and met up with another couple photographers, one of which I knew from a photo meetup group I attend in San Francisco. He was there to find the ideal tree as a foreground element for a time lapse of the milky way's lazy swinging arc through the heavens.
We all headed out into the grove to find our individual spots, and wouldn't ya know it, we all ended up at this tree, geeking out on photography and travel adventures, while waiting for the light and clouds to reward us. I very much wanted to catch the light on the grayish low altitude clouds as well as the high cirrus, bit the sun wasn't generous enough to give me that too. I think I'm happy with this.