1990

While I’d come to enjoy taking pictures I knew little of what distinguished a good from poor image (composition, film grain, depth-of-field, all that) and thus it seemed reasonable to save the trouble of hiring a photographer for senior pictures if I could do it myself. I persuaded my friend and long-time riding buddy Brett to participate. He didn’t seem as sold on the senior photo idea as the ride in the mountains. We loaded up for the sixty mile, two hour drive to the trailhead below Orphan Point.