I woke up the following morning in Sheridan Wyoming. The previous evening I spent two hours backtracking up to Casper to get on I-25 which was the faster route to Glacier although now it would only save me two hours instead of four off the route I had first headed-out on. After a quick hotel provided breakfast, I was on the road by 6:30 AM.
The sunrise wasn’t for another hour and it was good to continue my trip in the darkness that was there when I had stopped the previous night. The darkness gave me time to think about my trip and how to take photographs. I had longed learned that it was very difficult while driving to stop when you see a scene and take the photograph. By the time I realized there was a photographic moment I was passed the optimum spot to take the photograph and I still hadn’t stopped the car nor had I found a safe place to pull over. Doubly so when you are traveling at highway speeds. In my twenties I had owned a motorcycle as a means to combat this dilemma. A motorcycle stopped much quicker than a car and it was much easier to make a U-turn back to the point where you first saw the scene to photograph. The next best, or only way to capture images while driving at highways speeds was to just shoot through the windshield or side windows. This was NOT the safest method and I do not recommend it to anyone but I have been shooting like this since I was twenty and was accustom with the technique. After all, when you hold the camera up to your eye to shoot through the windshield you are still looking at the road. I can say my attention was not fulling on all the details of what was in the frame but merely on the basic composition. Shooting through a side window is even more difficult because I was taking my eyes off the road and so I rarely took them. By the way, I don’t shoot with a telephoto lens. Normal to wide-angle lens was what I used.
I carefully adjusted the ISO so that my shutter speed was fast enough to avoid the road rush, blurry foreground, and any movement from only using one hand to hold the camera. Sure, sometimes blurry movement in a photograph was affective but not while driving. I began clicking off the shutter and was glad I was not limited to 36 frames of a film camera.
The clouds from the night rains were clearing for the morning sunrise. Not many vehicles were on the road this early and this far into the heartland of Montana. The landscape was wide open, Big Sky Country as the state was known. I cranked up the tunes and enjoyed the ride clicking away as I found interesting sections of the highway.
To be continued . . .