About Blue Hour Journal

Sunrise, Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness, New Mexico
Sunrise, Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness, New Mexico

Blue hour happens twice a day; immediately before sun rise, and immediately after Golden Hour and sun set. During this time the sun has taken its final bow, passing below the horizon. In the absence of its brilliance a softer, gentler light emerges; unassuming, subtle and patient. For a brief moment its glow reflects off the atmosphere gracing all things below in etherial, supernatural beauty.

Blue Hour, Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness, New Mexico (2017)
Blue Hour, Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness, New Mexico

Blue Hour doesn’t last long; the morning’s gentle hues slowly emerge from the darkness – but are soon overpowered as the sun emerges – its drama dominating all things. In the evening, blue hour brings a coolness in the air, as the sun’s rays recede, then fade to twilight, then darkness. Stars emerge and the point of demarcation softly slides away.

Blue Hour, Rialto Beach, Olympic National Park, Washington
Blue Hour, Rialto Beach, Olympic National Park, Washington

Blue hour has no definitive beginning nor end, and by God’s grace, happens every day. Blue Hour is my favorite time to photograph. It’s the time when the drama is over and others have packed up and headed home. Often during this time one is free to simply wander, explore and shoot in peaceful evening light.

Blue Hour, Goblin Valley, Utah

Years ago while returning from a workshop in Zion National Park I found myself a bit sad, driving through central Utah realizing I wouldn’t to be able to return for a while. That’s when the idea for Blue Hour Journal began. Initially as a structured approach to exploring and documenting my back yard. Since a young child I’ve been fascinated by geography. Understanding connections and relationships between areas has been, for whatever reason, an ongoing source of delight and fascination.

Soapstone Prairie Natural Area, Colorado
Blue Hour, Soapstone Prairie Natural Area, Colorado

Since that day returning from Zion National Park, exploring the region of the United States known as the Intermountain West has become my life’s work. Regularly traveling, exploring, connecting, photographing, documenting the land from Colorado’s Front Range on the eastern edge, to Washington’s Cascade Range and California’s Sierra Nevada Range to the West.

The Boars Tusk, Wyoming
Blue Hour, Sweetwater County, Red Desert, Wyoming.

I don’t take for granted the ability to do this; I realize not everyone can. What I want for you while reading Blue Hour Journal, is to wander in peace and explore these destinations with me. Often times while out, I’m thinking of you. Ultimately the message of Blue Hour Journal is to inspire you to get out into your area, where ever that is in the world, and explore. Discover.

Winter light against Boulder, Colorado's Flatirons.
Blue Hour to the East, sun setting to the west, near the Flatirons one snowy day in Boulder, Colorado.

If you’ve made it all the way here, thanks. For me photography is about creating and discovering; about using the camera as a creative tool to unlock personal creativity through the lens. We’re all built uniquely; with a unique vision, a unique point of view and a unique story to tell.

Blue Hour Journal, Trappers Lake, Colorado

I’m a crock pot. By that I mean I tend to throw stuff into the crockpot and let it cook for a while, not 100% certain what it’ll taste like. Blue Hour Journal’s ingredients are a lot photography, a little philosophy, some interesting anecdotes, a little technique and a dash of inspiration.

North Park, Colorado
My happy place, North Park, Colorado