BLUE RIDGE BOYZ
Over the years I have done some really sketchy shit for the right photo. If I see a vantage point that I think has the magical view that I’m looking for, there’s pretty much no stopping me.
My dad understands this.
So when we were exploring Marion for the first time together, I saw bridge that I wanted to shoot from, he knew that eventually we were going to find it. He was patient - and eager - as we searched for access to the overpass, weaving through neighborhoods high up in the mountains. It was all new to us, and even with GPS we got turned around a few times. But that’s part of the fun in exploring.
When we finally found it, it was clear that it wasn’t an easy place to shoot from. No sidewalk or even small shoulder for wiggle room. Just enough space for an occasional car to drive by, and a waist high ledge probably 50-60 feet up from the highway below.
What happened next was my favorite experience ever shooting photos.
My dad stood and watched guard, calling out car after car so that I could run in and out to get the shot I wanted safely. The guy who has literally always had my back, doing it once again, but this time FOR FUN instead of some traumatic life event. I promise I’m about to tear up just thinking about it.
As a result, I was able to get the shots I wanted. A layered look at the Blue Ridge Mountains with a rows of beautiful evergreen trees in the foreground.
I knew this was a special one, so when I came back in the fall, I did not return empty handed.
First piece for the new walls, whenever they do go up. Love you Dad.