It was a beautiful winter morning and my brother-in-law/photo buddy and I were up long before sunrise to capture the early morning light. It was our good fortune that it had snowed a bit. The light was beautiful. With the coming of the sun the snow disappeared, as did the magic of the light.
In this article I describe my long and appreciative admiration for three generations of Muench photographers. They have been inspiring me for decades. It began when I was a teenager growing up in Colorado. I found Josef Muench’s beautiful Colorado landscapes in Colorful Colorado and as each issue came out I eagerly looked to see if any of his images were in that issue.
Josef Muench was born in Germany and immigrated to the United States. He first discovered Arizona in 1936 and said “When I first saw the desert I liked it. It was new and different. It immediately took on a meaning to me. I had heard it was barren. It isn’t. A little cactus–so delicate and beautiful, can hide from you. You have to go slowly, and look carefully.” Two years later he met with the editor of Arizona Highways and a life long photographer/magazine relationship was born.
Over twenty years after I discovered and was inspired by Josef Muench’s beautiful images, I was standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon and channeling my inner Josef Muench.
If you have not been to the Grand Canyon, it should be very high on your priority list of places to go.
Photography books by David and Marc Muench, Josef’s son and grandson, are in this section of my Amazon powered photography store.