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I had heard whispers of an enchanting valley near Meeker, Colorado, a place where the mountains whispered secrets to the wind and the trees swayed in harmony with the universe. Armed with my trusty camera and a pair of hiking boots that had seen better days, I embarked on a quest that would forever cement my name in the annals of landscape photography history.

The journey started innocently enough, with me setting out on a bright morning, my excitement rivaling that of a kid in a candy store. Little did I know, this adventure was about to turn into a roller coaster of hilarity. I followed a trail that led me up the mountains, feeling every inch the intrepid explorer, until I stumbled over a rogue tree root and performed an impromptu dance that would've made even the clumsiest of comedians proud.

As I dusted myself off, I couldn't help but chuckle at my own klutziness. But that was just the beginning. The trail twisted and turned like a labyrinth designed by a mischievous...

I inherited my passion for photography from my father, James L. Digby. My fondest memory of him is that he could take a picture of something as ordinary as a bolt and produce a Fine Art piece you would want hanging on your wall. It was nothing for him to go into the grocery store and re-arrange some vegetables to take an award winning photograph. He taught me the patience to wait out the cloud that just came in and ruined the light that we wanted, or sit on a hilltop waiting for that perfect bolt of lightening. I hope that he would be happy with what I have done and where I am going. I am still growing as a photographer and everyday I feel I learn to 'see' a little better. My images are the result of the sheer delight I find in the...