by John Crane | Aug 30, 2019 | Autumn
Never Summer Range, Cameron Pass, Colorado. Most trips to my favorite part of Colorado begin by saying good morning to the Never Summer Range atop Cameron Pass. My wife and I wait for Autumn all year, happy to relinquish the high country to those unable to visit any... 
by John Crane | Mar 28, 2017 | 4042n, black and white film, Film Photography, Wyoming
Chugwater, Wyoming I realized something of great importance this past Saturday while traveling Iron Mountain Road in Wyoming: I love Wyoming. The way you love something you hadn’t realized at first you loved. The way it kinda sneaks up on ya when you’re... 
by John Crane | Jun 1, 2016 | 4042n, Believeinfilm, black and white film, Destinations, Environmental, Film Photography, Medium Format, Natural History, Road Trippin', Uncategorized, Wyoming
South Brush Creek, Snowy Range, Wyoming At first it looked like a brownish, furry lump in the middle of WYO 320. The wind blew and late morning sun peeked in and out of an active sky. Through a dirty windshield it was tough to make out. As the car rolled closer... 
by John Crane | Mar 28, 2016 | 4042n, black and white film, Destinations, Film Photography, Natural History, Old School, Physiographic Provinces, Road Trippin'
For some reason Medicine Bow, Wyoming calls to me. In the late 1800’s Medicine Bow was a mildly prosperous stop along the transcontinental Railway due to its proximity to water provided by the Medicine Bow River. Later – it was a vibrant stock... 
by John Crane | Oct 24, 2014 | Destinations, Environmental
I’m excited to announce a new project – well, less “new” in terms of topic – but more “new” in terms of focused effort. The project is called Terra Firma, and I suppose like so many of my other “projects,”... 
by John Crane | Jul 4, 2014 | 4042n, Film Photography
Pine (Bluffs), Wyoming lay at the extreme south-eastern corner of the state, a stone’s throw from Nebraska along the Old Lincoln Highway and I-80. My visit to Pine was late in the year with my dog Henry. Over the course of several months we’d seen Henry begin to slow...