River of colors

Another fun night shot from the Denver Botanic Gardens:

River of colors

You have to work a bit to see it, but there’s a narrow stream running through the middle of this shot — it’s really only visible from the reflected lights on the bushes. I was more than a little surprised after taking this picture to see just how saturated it looks. The technicolor look wasn’t evident in person, but definitely came out with a long exposure!

All the pretty horses

This past Thanksgiving, we made a quick family trip out east to spend a bit of time with some of Mrs. Argos’ relatives. While we were “in the neighborhood,” we swung through the Oglebay Resort’s “Winter Festival of Lights.”

All the pretty horses

Well worth a stop, should you ever find yourself near Wheeling, West Virginia some December…

The night’s reflected brilliance

Captured on a photowalk through the Denver Botanic Gardens:

The night's reflected brilliance

Every year in December, the Denver Botanic Gardens puts on a “Blossoms of Light” show — it’s always a great display, although generally also a bit cold. But if you bundle up and carry a spare battery in your coat’s inside pocket, you’re good to go!

Oh yes, and don’t forget a tripod too — this is a 2.5 second exposure (at ISO 800 for minimal noise). Fortunately there are plenty of turf areas along the paths, so you can set up a tripod without blocking traffic or damaging the plants. But no commercial photography (i.e., stock shots for Getty) unless you want to fork over a $350 fee to the Gardens…

Thunder hole

An amazing spot to see the power of the ocean — in Acadia National Park, Maine:

Thunder Hole

You have to be careful, though — some folks have gotten too close to the water and been swept out…

Jammer

One of the original red tour buses at Glacier National Park in Montana:

Jammer

These sweet machines were built by the White Motor Company between 1936 and 1938 — and rebuilt in 2000 by Ford. Now they run on propane (93 percent cleaner running than the original engines) and have automatic transmissions, but the originals had somewhat finicky manual transmissions — thus the nickname, courtesy of the driver’s need to “jam” the transmission into gear.