The last in a series of photo essays on Grand Teton National Park. Coming up: The narrative.
I was driving back to Jackson having just have photographed the Moulton barn and environs when I noticed a little side road that exited the main highway. Why not; nothing ventured, nothing gained. I arrived at a parking area and as I usually do I got out to scout the area for possible photo opportunities.
It turned out that I’d stumbled on to a boat landing on the Snake River called Schwabacher’s Landing. A short walk from the car revealed a photographer’s paradise; an Eden of trees, and mountains and Autumn foliage reflected in a string of beaver ponds. My walk from the car turned into a run back to the car to collect my gear.
I don’t know a thing about this person named Schwabacher but for the fact that he or she found an absolutely gorgeous location for a boat landing; or a picnic, or a hike. Or a place to just pause and reflect on the breathtaking reflections.
Reflect is just the perfect word to describe Schwabacher’s Landing because when you look in the waters you see flawless reflections of the peaks and surrounding area. That morning there was me and only two or three other photographers. As we went about our hobby we observed each other’s views and vantage points, sharing ideas and locations that we’d been along the slightly less than two mile trail.