Monday, September 17, 2012
Lately I have been playing around with (for me) a new way of lighting and taking pictures in the dark of night.
Last month I took a little trip to Copper Basin to do some ATV riding and some photography. The area I was riding was absolutely beautiful and the ATV trails real bladder busters. The first day of riding took me up to some high altitude lakes, five in all, that made me wish for a cabin in the area. If a person were so inclined, there is a campground near one of the lakes that would handle a large party quite well. About 3:30 am I woke up, unable to sleep, and tried to decide what to do to fill in some time so I wouldn't be completely bored. What else, I grabbed the camera bag and went out to take pictures. After playing around for awhile, I remembered the small rapids in Lake Creek not far from my tent that could be an interesting subject. Using a flashlight I set up the camera on the tripod, framed the shot, set the aperture and the exposure time, and set a delayed shutter release. When all was set, I tripped the shutter release and started taking pictures using the flashlight to light the scene. After half a dozen shots that didn't have the affect I wanted, I finally got around to getting the light on the rapids from a location that really showed the rapids the way I had envisioned.
The success of this photo, somewhat, got me to thinking about a picture I had tried to take several years previous. I had even come up with a possible solution, a long exposure with a large flash using a grid to control the angle of the beam. I never got around to that shot and would still like to try it some time. The picture of the rapids being lit with a super bright led flashlight got me to wondering if I could do the same thing with something as large as Upper Mesa Falls. I figured, all I needed was the flashlight. Finding a light that could cast its beam 1500 feet was an interesting task. One day while looking at another photographers site, he made mention of a flashlight he was using. I looked it up on Amazon and eBay and just about had heart failure at the price. I did, after several days of research, find one on sale for half price. After it came, I planned my trip. I left mid afternoon to Island Park and Upper Mesa Falls.
After a dozen shots or so, I came up with this image which consists of five exposures of thirty seconds each with my camera set in multiple exposure mode. So each picture I took of the falls took about ten minutes total. This was to allow the camera to do in camera processing of each of the five exposures for each picture.
I think it turned out very well. I am going to enter it in a photo contest coming up next month. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Sometimes, emotions are more difficult to put into words than the visualization of a scene or picture. It is fairly easy to describe a scene or picture just by saying or writing what you see. But to describe the emotions of that scene or picture are different for every individual and therefore very personal. To some, tears might be shed, and others might just think, "oh, that's nice".
It seems, the older I get, my emotions play a much more important part in my day to day life than it used to. For example, on Monday I was driving down a road I had never been on. It was a back country road in an area I was covering for another inspector. Now, two things happened in fairly rapid succession. The first, a wolf ran across the road in front of me, much to my surprise. I knew it was a wolf because it was much to large to be a coyote. That brought me out of my gravel road boredom in a hurry. The second, came rather sudden also. In fact, I was glad I was the only one on the road at the time. I hit the brakes so quick, anyone following might have run into me. I pulled off into a field road, got out of my vehicle and just stood there in the road staring. The scene is very ordinary, but the emotion it evoked brought tears to my eyes. I then remembered I had a camera with me. This is what I saw.
Like I said, very ordinary.
The flag and its condition is what brought all my feelings out. I felt I was looking at Americas future, if we didn't do something to change the direction this country is heading.
Here is what I felt when looking on this scene.
The flag holds a two fold representation. Torn and tattered, it represents the destruction of our constitution and freedoms. Wired to a branch, which is then wired to the dilapidated wood structure, represents the few who valiantly try by any means to preserve our freedoms.
The old derelict farm machine represents our economic and industrial downfall.
The untilled earth and the weeds growing all around represent the unwillingness of the people to work, and leach off those who do.
Maybe you won't see what I saw. That's OK.
What emotions does it bring to you?
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Our next stop was up near Mesa Falls. While driving, I told Lyle about an old railroad tunnel in theat vicinity. He had never heard of it, so we naturally had to make a stop and hike down to it.
When the tunnel came into full view, it became painfully obvious we would not have the opportunity to walk through it. Jolene and I had walked through it several years ago. Now when you look at the following picture, you can see a timber had fallen some time in the past and they have fenced it off to public access. When we walked up closer, we could see a cave-in had occured about half way down the tunnel. I guess after 102 years, the timbers had to rot out at some time.
After spending some time up on top, we decided it was time to head home. But no trip would be complete without a stop at the Frost Top in Ashton for a root beer float. Then home and the computer. I had to know what kind of flower I brought home.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Friday, September 19, 2008
With breakfast over, Devin and Bryce took off to go fishing down along the south shore, Ryan, Gordon and I went up along the north shore. On the way out I was watching a moose with its head under water having breakfast also. I managed to get a picture of it as it was raising its head out of the water with water flying everywhere.
After the fishing went south, we went back to camp to fix lunch. As I said, Gordon had trout for lunch. Lets see, no cooking oil or butter to fry it in and no salt or pepper for flavoring. He seemed to enjoy the boiled trout anyway. During lunch the discussion was: "what do we do next". The three amigos, Gordon, Bryce and Devin, thought it was a great idea to go swimming. I opted out since I didn't have a swimming suit and Ryan didn't either so we just watched and took pictures. Devin was the first to brave the cold mountain lake water and after diving in, stood waist deep just of shore shivering. Bryce and Gordon soon followed. Devin got on an old drift log and Bryce, with Gordon's help, launched him toward the island. Needless to say, he didn't get very far and ended up swimming to the island, taking the log with him. Once on the island, he went over to the makeshift flag pole and flag that had been blown down the before and stood it up, securing it better than it had been previously. Gordon followed Devin to the island, swimming over with his own piece of driftwood. After an exploration of the island, they both swam back. After a little more splashing around in the water, we all went back to camp, some to get dressed again, and all to discuss what to do next. Being extremely tired from lack of sleep, I decided to stay around camp, the three amigos decided to go climb a mountain, Ryan stuck around to keep me company.
While trying to take a nap, a new visitor to the camp provided some entertainment. He moved around camp without fear, although cautious in he movements. At one point he came up and was doing something on the bottom of my boot, while I was stretched out on the ground. As the afternoon wore on and we had wandered around visiting and taking pictures, the weather started to get bad. Soon we were in a full fledged thunderstorm that included rain and hail. My biggest concern was for the other three. It isn't too good to be up at high altitudes in that type of weather. Not long after the storm blew over, the three amigos got back to camp just in time to have supper.
The evening discussion was on what to do the next day. Our last day. The three amigos decided to take a twelve mile loop that would take them into some interesting back country. I didn't feel I could go that far and then hike out with a full pack the next day. As the campfire died down, so did the conversation, and tired bodies made their way to tents and a restful nights sleep. After letting some of the air out of my pillow, that's just what I got.
Friday, August 15, 2008
I manage to haul my old, over-weight body out of bed and stumble around the house bleary eyed making sure the rest of the crew is up and preparing to hit the road. We manage to get our gear loaded and after a quick breakfast at McDonald's we are on our way. Destination-Upper Palisades Lake. We had to make a stop for fishing licenses on the way - well - two stops. The first place didn't sell them. Little did I know, until the end of the month, I had accidentally used my state credit card to buy my license.
At the trail head, we donned our packs and got under way. Did I just say donned? More like I managed to struggle into mine without falling over. Bryce and Devin led the way and most of the time were well ahead of Ryan, Gordon and I. We stopped to rest for awhile at a nice wide area. Looking around, we saw a small bird an a branch, and with binoculars, determined it was a hummingbird. I got my camera out, put on my long lens to take a picture just in time to see the bird fly off as I was raising the camera. What happened next was good for laughter all around. Believing the bird was gone for good, I started to put the camera and lens away again. I had it almost back into my pack when it came back to the same branch. Out comes the camera and lens again just in time to see it fry off again. Darn camera shy bird.
After what seemed like an eternity and on shaky legs (for me anyway) we reached Lower Palisades Lake. I was sure glad to be using my mono pod as a walking stick. It was probably the only thing keeping me upright. Bryce and Devin decided to try their hand fishing Lower Palisades while the rest of us trudged on. After all, the rate we were traveling, it wouldn't take long for them to catch up and again take the lead. The hike from Lower to Upper Palisades was, for me, the toughest part of the hike. The last 200 to 300 yard was absolutely excruciating. Selecting our camp site was determined by the best places available to pitch our tents. Me, I collapsed on a log and watched Devin and Bryce put up their tent and Gordon and Ryan put up ours.
Doe a deer, a female deer! Yes, we had camp company almost immediately. We saw the doe as we entered the camp site and it hung around eating, watching and just generally checking us out. After awhile, Devin asked if he could chase her off. With an affirmative, he ran yelling and screaming at the doe effectively chasing it out of sight into the woods. We all had a good laugh over the whole thing.
Who would believe a person with an innocent face like this would be so ---- .
Time came to go look around the lake, try a little fishing and just generally see what we had gotten ourselves into. Then it was time to try out our Wal Mart purchased dehydrated meals. Surprisingly they were very good.
Did I mention the rain? Well, it rained. Gordon didn't have a rain fly for his tent so we stretched Ryan's poncho over it to protect the interior as much as possible. Fortunately it didn't rain much.
As darkness fell, we sat around discussing what we would do the next day. Fishing in the morning was the first order of business. Then it came time for - Sleep, glorious sleep.