The first sight of the Tetons is always a special moment. Jagged teeth rising above the buffalo plain. Jagged “teeth”, or “tetas”?…that is the question. The term “tetón” really means “very large tit”, dontcha know. The French called the range les trois tétons (the three breasts). Hmmm…is that why I love these mountains so?
But lets talk of fall colors and landscapes, instead, eh?
What landscape photographer worth their salty Planters peanuts would pass by the Tetons and not want to stick their tripod in the same holes Saint Ansel used? I have to admit, I am not completely immune to this insane, illogical, ill-advised, just-plain-ill, urge. God, why do we photographers do it?
The trees have grown considerably, so it is hard to duplicate the famous image exactly. And, yeah, well, there are those thorny peripheral issues of light, composition, weather conditions, developing, dodging and burning in the darkroom, personal artistic vision, etc., BUT…using Ansel’s tripod holes (assuming he wasn’t atop his big Pontiac wagon), here is what I came up with:
Then, a few others joined the party to do the same:
“Oh, what a circus…Oh what a show…!” –Antonio Banderas, in Evita