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The results of the WPJA and BRIDES Magazine 2010 contest were announced recently and I place 1st and 9th in a category that is near and dear to my heart, Animals. This is a huge honor to be able to compete with the top wedding photojournalists worldwide.

A special thanks goes out to my good friend and fellow wedding photojournalist, John Hudetz, for having me as a quest photographer for the wedding in Breckenridge, Colorado where I made both of these pictures.

Cheers, Kent

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After riding the White Rim Trail in Canyonlands National Park, Sergio and I drove west to photograph the fall colors in Zion National Park in southwestern Utah. I’d never been to Zion before and I must say it reminded me of Yosemite National Park. This was mostly a photographic adventure which meant getting up before sunrise and staying out past sunset everyday.

Another thing I didn’t know about Zion was that everything had a religious name, The Virgin River, Court of the Patriarchs etc. According to the recorded tour guide on the bus in Zion Canyon, it was a Methodist minister and not a Mormon who came up with most of the names.

On Halloween, I had a religious experience of my own, riding a bus though the canyon with Jesus!

Driving from Zion to Arches National Park we had more of an adventure than we planned when we ran out of gas on the stretch of I-70 between Salina and Green River, Utah where there are no services such as gas for more than 100 miles. Sergio started out trying to hitch a ride and after 20 minutes I volunteered. It took me 5 minutes to get two offers. It seems that a Latino guy couldn’t get a ride while a middle aged white guy could get a ride easily. It took me less than an hour to hitch 21 miles each direction, buy a 5 gallon gas can, pump gas and hitch back! The ride back was in a Peterbuilt semi truck hauling hogs from Colorado to California.

We made it to Arches in time for a beautiful sunset at Turret Arch and set up camp well after dark in the park campground where we celebrated our last night in the desert before beating a path home.

The drive home on election day was punctuated by a picture I made of an older woman driving her Lincoln Continental in Grand Junction with pictures of President Obama next to a monkey on three of her car windows. On her back window it said that, “This is my car and my opinions, if you don’t like it don’t look.” It was a not so welcome back to a not so civil world.

Cheers, Kent

Another thing I didn’t know about Zion was that everything had a religious name, The Virgin River, Court of the Patriarchs etc. According to the recorded tour guide on the bus in Zion Canyon, it was a Methodist minister and not Mormon who came up with most the names.

On Halloween, I had a religious experience of my own, riding a bus though the canyon with Jesus!

Driving from Zion to Arches National Park we had more of an adventure than we planned when we ran out of gas on the stretch of I-70 between Salina and Green River, Utah where there are no services such as gas for more than 100 miles. Sergio started out trying to hitch a ride and after 20 minutes I volunteered and it didn’t take more than 5 minutes to get two offers. He seems that a Latino guy couldn’t get a ride while a middle aged white guy could get a ride without much effort. It took me less than an hour to hitch 21 miles each direction, buying a 5 gallon gas can, pumping gas and hitching back! The ride back was in a Peterbuilt semi truck hauling hogs from Colorado to California.

We made to Arches in time for a beautiful sunset at Turret Arch and set up camp well after dark in the park campground where we celebrated our last night in the desert before beating a path home.

The drive home on election day was punctuated by a picture I made of an older woman driving her Lincoln Continental in Grand Junction with pictures of President Obama next to a monkey on three of her car windows. On her back window it said that, “This is my car and my opinions, if you don’t like it don’t look.” It was a not so welcome back to a not so civil world.

Cheers, Kent

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Last week I had the most fun I’ve ever had on a bicycle! My friend Sergio invited me to join him and two other friends to ride The White Rim Trail in Canyonlands National Park. This in normally about a 100 mile loop but since part of the 4-wheel-drive road was washed out in a rain storm in Oct. we had to do an out and back ride.

This trip began and ended as a tough-love kind of adventure. We started out driving though a snow storm in the Colorado mountains arriving in Moab, Utah at about 1AM. We met up with the other two guys, Bill and Ralph the later that morning and packed up for a couple of nights and camping and three days of mountain biking.

The route is a 4-wheel-drive road with plenty of climbs, descents and sand bogs to make it a fun challenge. The loop is on kind of an island of land between the Colorado River and the Green River which made for lots of great overlook views. The name White Rim comes from the fact that the rim around the canyon is made up on a white rock that contrasts against the red sandstone of the Utah desert.

This was a research trip for me as Geri and I want to do the entire loop next fall. I learned more than I expected about being prepared for going so deep into the wilderness. When you get on your bike in the morning you better have everything you need until you get to camp that night! Traveling with a sag vehicle is great for hauling all the water and camping gear etc. but you need to have a tough, reliable 4-wheel-drive with a good battery and perhaps back up and a full tank of gas.

On the third morning we woke up to a dead battery and we were 65 miles from the visitors center! There was one set of camps open beyond ours and luckily there happen to be one group who camped there and came by our camp about noon and we were able to get a jump start. Then when we were about half way out we realized that we had started with only 3/4’s of a tank of gas and might not make.

Some how we managed to get to our next campsite at the Deadhorse State Park. By then we were getting use to setting up camp in the dark.

Cheers, Kent

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