Even down low, wood twists and turns as it attempts to live, forming abstract shapes when it dries and silvers.
There is some life there, though. My hiking buddy met Cousin It in a dry wash.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Life In The High Desert
Hiking in the high desert, we see some variation and one constant - life is hard. At 7000 feet, windswept peaks are topped with fractured rocks and twisted trees.
Even down low, wood twists and turns as it attempts to live, forming abstract shapes when it dries and silvers.
There is some life there, though. My hiking buddy met Cousin It in a dry wash.
Even down low, wood twists and turns as it attempts to live, forming abstract shapes when it dries and silvers.
There is some life there, though. My hiking buddy met Cousin It in a dry wash.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Got wood?
As an Oregonian, massive trees, straight grained and tall, are familiar to me.
I use them in my photos, and I hike in their shade. As someone who used to do woodworking as a hobby, I can make good use of this natural material, not just as part of a photo.
Here in high desert country, it is different. Trees are more challenged. Even when they grow, they are stunted and gnarled.
Maybe backlighting with some fill light...?
When they can no longer manage the struggle, they shed their bark, they dry, and they turn a silver grey color which, in the shadows, can reflect the blue of the sky. They split and crack, revealing their tortured growth.
There is a strange beauty in these twisted remnants. Both Jim and I have been trying to capture these forms with our cameras. It is frustrating.
I guess a couple of old men can be interested in wood, but not know what to do with it when they get it...
I use them in my photos, and I hike in their shade. As someone who used to do woodworking as a hobby, I can make good use of this natural material, not just as part of a photo.
Here in high desert country, it is different. Trees are more challenged. Even when they grow, they are stunted and gnarled.
Maybe backlighting with some fill light...?
When they can no longer manage the struggle, they shed their bark, they dry, and they turn a silver grey color which, in the shadows, can reflect the blue of the sky. They split and crack, revealing their tortured growth.
There is a strange beauty in these twisted remnants. Both Jim and I have been trying to capture these forms with our cameras. It is frustrating.
I guess a couple of old men can be interested in wood, but not know what to do with it when they get it...
Monday, January 12, 2015
New Mexico light
I am camped at one of the campgrounds at Elephant Butte Lake State Park in southern New Mexico. Days are often cloudless but when clouds are present, the light changes can be dramatic.
Mid-afternoon yesterday, the lake looked like this.
Early morning, it was very different. The heavily overcast skies allowed a single spot on the lake to be lit by the sun.
As the afternoon sun settled slowly to the Gila Mountains to the east, gaps in the clouds plus still air composed some nice views of the mountains across the lake.
The day continued the light show to sunset.
Today, dawn was still offering treats.
Remember, these were all shot from within 100 yards of my RV in a single 24 hour period. This is why I am here for my sixth winter.
Mid-afternoon yesterday, the lake looked like this.
Early morning, it was very different. The heavily overcast skies allowed a single spot on the lake to be lit by the sun.
As the afternoon sun settled slowly to the Gila Mountains to the east, gaps in the clouds plus still air composed some nice views of the mountains across the lake.
The day continued the light show to sunset.
Today, dawn was still offering treats.
Remember, these were all shot from within 100 yards of my RV in a single 24 hour period. This is why I am here for my sixth winter.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
With a nod to John Cleese,
...and now, for something completely different.
When I am here in New Mexico, I do not work as hard at photography as I do in the northwest. I sleep in in the morning. My hikes are as much for simple exercise as for photo ops; in fact, I often do not bring my camera.
A friend challenged me to try new approaches, new ways of looking at stuff. Here is some of what that challenge produced.
Snow here is rare. Snow and fog, even more so, but that is what I awoke to this morning. So, up and out. The grasses at the edge of the river were bent under their crown of ice.
If all is one color, shoot black and white... Picnic anyone?
The posts along the river faded into the fog.
By 1 in the afternoon, it was clear and sunny, tee shirt weather. We took a hike, but I continued to look for shapes and patterns more than vistas. Some desert flora accommodated me.
Finally, I like this shot in color, but that is much like stuff I have done before. After some work with Photoshop, I like it almost as much in black and white.
Happy New Year, y'all.
When I am here in New Mexico, I do not work as hard at photography as I do in the northwest. I sleep in in the morning. My hikes are as much for simple exercise as for photo ops; in fact, I often do not bring my camera.
A friend challenged me to try new approaches, new ways of looking at stuff. Here is some of what that challenge produced.
Snow here is rare. Snow and fog, even more so, but that is what I awoke to this morning. So, up and out. The grasses at the edge of the river were bent under their crown of ice.
If all is one color, shoot black and white... Picnic anyone?
The posts along the river faded into the fog.
By 1 in the afternoon, it was clear and sunny, tee shirt weather. We took a hike, but I continued to look for shapes and patterns more than vistas. Some desert flora accommodated me.
Finally, I like this shot in color, but that is much like stuff I have done before. After some work with Photoshop, I like it almost as much in black and white.
Happy New Year, y'all.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
A Bit Of This And That
When I post here, I try to have a strong enough central theme to tie the photos together. Well, I am in southern New Mexico, where I am beginning my 6th winter. Most of the strong themes have been covered, but I do have a few photos taken recently that are worth sharing.
A few days ago a strong weather front came through as I was sipping my morning coffee. Looking out the window, the sky was charcoal and the nearby trees were glowing in the morning sun.
As the patches of light shifted, some trees were in deep shadow while some were highlighted providing dramatic contrast.
The next day Jim and I took a hike, doing more exploring of the remote areas near Caballo Lake. This time we headed just to the left of Brushy Mountain, enjoying the shifting angles and shadows on a pillar at the northwest corner of the peak.
To the north, Caballo Peak's cliffs were pocked with mines. In the upper right corner of this photo is a mine shaft that would comfortably accommodate an 18 wheeler. The track below it is where the mine tailings were pushed out to cascade down the slope, coming to rest near where we walked.
We pushed back about a mile and a half, climbing 600' on very rough terrain. In that area the streamed in which we were hiking (Trails? We doan' need no stinking trails!) had eroded some of the layered rock. We looked, hoping to see some fossils, but had no luck.
The road to where we started hiking was a challenge. I like my Forester more every time we do one of these explorations!
Returning home, we passed a flock of Sand Hill Cranes.
A large portion of the flock took flight when we stopped the car.
A nice end to a challenging day...
A few days ago a strong weather front came through as I was sipping my morning coffee. Looking out the window, the sky was charcoal and the nearby trees were glowing in the morning sun.
As the patches of light shifted, some trees were in deep shadow while some were highlighted providing dramatic contrast.
The next day Jim and I took a hike, doing more exploring of the remote areas near Caballo Lake. This time we headed just to the left of Brushy Mountain, enjoying the shifting angles and shadows on a pillar at the northwest corner of the peak.
To the north, Caballo Peak's cliffs were pocked with mines. In the upper right corner of this photo is a mine shaft that would comfortably accommodate an 18 wheeler. The track below it is where the mine tailings were pushed out to cascade down the slope, coming to rest near where we walked.
We pushed back about a mile and a half, climbing 600' on very rough terrain. In that area the streamed in which we were hiking (Trails? We doan' need no stinking trails!) had eroded some of the layered rock. We looked, hoping to see some fossils, but had no luck.
The road to where we started hiking was a challenge. I like my Forester more every time we do one of these explorations!
Returning home, we passed a flock of Sand Hill Cranes.
A large portion of the flock took flight when we stopped the car.
A nice end to a challenging day...
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Serendipity
serendipity |ˌserənˈdipitē| noun
the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way
I found a spot and settled in, then looked around. In the distance I saw a small waterfall cascading down the nearby cliffs.
Up close and personal…
There was a trail nearby further up. A one mile hike brought me past wind-carved formations
...to a huge vertical cliff
Below, in the shade of the cliff, hidden by undergrowth and found only because of the sound it made, was another small waterfall.
Serendipity...
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Fortuitous Timing
(Forewarning - These shots were much better in the original. Apparently Blogspot decided they should alter the photography to a machine's idea of proper exposure.)
I was hanging out in the Tillamook State Forest. I had done some uninteresting hikes, then I took a ride along the highway to the east. Near the ridge, I saw a sign at the start of a gravel road that said "University Falls". I turned in.
Four miles later I arrived at the trailhead and started hiking. It was in the 90's and the grades were steep in places. The forest was pretty dry, and I was concerned that I was going to get to a dry wall that is a waterfall in wetter times.
The major trail became a small path and a few minutes later the temperature dropped 10 or 15 degrees. In that blessed, welcome coolness, I turned a corner and beheld...
The sun was at an angle that placed its rays parallel to the face of the wall. As it moved, gaps in the tree cover played a changing symphony of light over the strings of mist and water.
A few minutes later the light no longer fell directly on the water, so I found a different focus and composition.
Nice day, even if I was soaked with sweat by the time I got back to the car.
I was hanging out in the Tillamook State Forest. I had done some uninteresting hikes, then I took a ride along the highway to the east. Near the ridge, I saw a sign at the start of a gravel road that said "University Falls". I turned in.
Four miles later I arrived at the trailhead and started hiking. It was in the 90's and the grades were steep in places. The forest was pretty dry, and I was concerned that I was going to get to a dry wall that is a waterfall in wetter times.
The major trail became a small path and a few minutes later the temperature dropped 10 or 15 degrees. In that blessed, welcome coolness, I turned a corner and beheld...
The sun was at an angle that placed its rays parallel to the face of the wall. As it moved, gaps in the tree cover played a changing symphony of light over the strings of mist and water.
A few minutes later the light no longer fell directly on the water, so I found a different focus and composition.
Nice day, even if I was soaked with sweat by the time I got back to the car.
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