The Big Guy and I were in Yellowstone National Park in July. I had read about Thomas Moran’s famous painting, and I was interested in getting a shot of the same scene, give or take 145 years.
I couldn’t get quite as far downstream as where Moran had stood because that viewpoint path was closed for maintenance. Worse, we were there in the afternoon, which meant shooting into the sun to replicate Moran’s view. Next time, I’ll go in the morning . . .
Just before this stop, I had trudged down (AND BACK UP) 25 switchbacks (perhaps I exaggerate) (perhaps not) . . .
. . . to stand at an observation point right on top of the Lower Falls, and to get some lovely shots of the Grand Canyon, downstream and down sun from that viewpoint.
Going through digitized family photos recently, I found a scan of a slide my father took 60 years ago on a family vacation to Yellowstone National Park. The shots just ahead of it place this picture near the Lower Falls.
So what that means is that I stood and took a picture in more or less the same place as my father did, 60 years earlier. Which is kinda neat.