Swimmin' with the fishes.

_mg_6977-2-edit_blog _dsc0840_blogIt was a pretty normal day on the beach, except for the amazing waves and the light. Surf warnings they call it here on southern most edge of the Oregon coast. Was working on what I was learning at the "Best of the Northwest" Wild Rivers Photo workshop. Sure I had heard the warning, but I was maybe 20 feet from the highest wave line and I was paying attention. At least until the wave hit me. It swept be back like a piece of driftwood. All I could think of was years of camera equipment as I rolled up the beach. The sound was loud and was like an amplified version putting your ear to a shell. As one of those guys who lifts his camera over his head and just gets wet. I fought to stay some what up upright, but tumbled and rolled anyway. I rolled maybe 40 feet straight up the beach, almost to the  edge of the rising rock cliffs.

Before the wave

The Killer wave, Ok it was BIG.

Then it was over, just that quick. Soaked to my core. I did a quick inventory, my bag was over one shoulder and was still there, but open, and it was now a pool of sea water. My zoom was resting quietly in a briny puddle. Strangely my second camera was not in the case. My tripod and main camera were still in my hand, but drenched.

A little shockey I scanned the horizon for my camera. Nothing, the waves had gone back to normal and I went way down to the shore. Nothing  but more wet sand. Poseidon had taken another sacrifice. My camera was sleeping with the fishes.

Did you know you can't turn off a wet phone if you are wet? As I write this the phone is making a sound like death, the raspy wheeze of its last electronic breath. A death rattle. Whoever is calling is likely getting a cheery message. Sorry I didn't pick up.

The good news is I popped right up, just wet a as a drowned cat, but fine. A ways down the beach I found Shari and her husband Gordon from class and they calmed me and I headed back to the hotel to dry off.

Found out later that Gordon kindly spent a 1/2 hour looking for my lost equipment to no avail.

Back at the hotel, I wiped the lenses and remaining camera off. Did the same for myself and got into new duds. I headed to the store and bought a couple big bags of rice and buried all my equipment in it.

Swung by the afternoon session of the workshop to embarrassingly tell my story and went back to camera triage.

Sadly the whole camera kit is toast, or maybe a soup sandwich. The 70-200, worked at 1st, but now the auto focus is out. The 24-105 grinds loudly and I can here the stabilizer clunking.  The 7d, never showed any life at all. Miscellaneous hard drives, cable releases, and the like all gone. The only piece of electronics working is my key fob! I was able to salvage the tripod and the filters by letting them soak in the tub. A week later, I am finding sand in my wallet and jacket.

Skipped the afternoon session of the workshop to get a handle of the situation. It was pretty bad, no working camera in the middle of a camera workshop!

Thankfully, when I went back to say good by, instructor Sean Bagshaw was kind enough to lend me a camera and a tripod for the last two session. You can learn a lot about your shooting style my being in a beautiful setting with a camera you know nothing about.

Finished up well, packed up and decided to head home. Got to Bend and decided to power on through. Almost made it to. All was well till I hit the deer 60 miles out of Ontario. That is story for another blog.

How about some images from the trip.

Brookings Harbour



Warning Rant Ahead

. A very talented artist friend said that I was successful because "I was cute and a man"

Baloney, I am successful because I work at it. Didn't help that I heard this when I was in the middle of loading my truck to set up a 4 hour show in a nice restaurant. This is after hours of promotion. Naturally I had to remove it last night it is still waiting to be moved into my studio. Did I mention that I tore my shoulder out on a photo shoot and I am awaiting surgery?

Last year I worked the Capital City Market 34 out of 35 Saturdays(missed one for my brothers wedding), rain shine, snow, whatever. I also did something like 15 other shows and events.

I am not alone, most of the artists I know that are 'successful" work damn hard. Anyone who saw Anna Webb, and Reham Arti create the wonderful traffic circle, or have been to a rehearsal of the Red Light Theatre  know what I mean.

Is my work rewarding, hell yes. It was wonderful last night to sell me "mistakes" It is WORK thought. I do get to take pictures for a living, but sometimes I am standing someplace freezing ass cold waiting for the light to be just right, or up to my ass in a river working an angle.

Haven't even mentioned what it takes to be a successful commercial photographer.

So the next time you see a nice piece of art and think, "Hey I could do that-Think Again!

Rant complete.

Two Dogs & a GPS #2

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Quick confession, didn't take the dogs and didn't need the GPS, but it was a bit of an adventure anyway. I also think it's typical that the second post breaks the premise.

The City of Boise has recently updated and beautified the Capitol Bridge. I have been in love with this bridge since I was a boy. I have several historic postcards of it and I have many, many, photographs. From the river, in the river, from 8th street, upstream and down.

Woke up and headed out before sunrise, decided to try a long exposure of the river and the bridge. Been fascinated of late with the smooth shimmery water shots from Kieth Walklett and Dan Mottaz.

Parked in the tiny lot next to the bridge off of 8th. It was cold, the fog had lifted and I set out to see what I could find. 1st down to the rivers edge. The fowl were none to happy with me for waking them up. The first rays of sun where peeking to cast a warm glow on the water. Took a few, but didn't really find much. Decided to head up to the old 8th street bridge.

Bingo! The sun was almost up and the sky was a lovely pink. Worked the shutter speeds up and down and got what I think is a great image. May have to combine a couple to make sky and the bridge both glow. Just for grins, I walked up and took a couple of "close ups" to see if I could get a little better angle and a new perspective. Not much there either.

Here are the results. Feel free to comment, share, whatever.

Two dogs and a GPS

Hi all, this is the 1st of a new blog project. Plan to post the adventure of Kloi, the new dog Dasher and our travels and travails.

Two dogs and a GPS blog


After a quick morning cuppa coffee from Dawson Taylor downtown I decided to test out the new little black dog in the car. So, we're headed to Wieser Idaho. To see if we can find something interesting to shoot. We're out chasing photos. Me, two dogs and a GPS

So far it is Fog, fog everywhere. Not much going on in Payette so I grabbed a burger at the Arctic Circle and headed north.

Wieser is a beautiful little Idaho town. Most of the downtowns older building are still there, although like most smaller american towns many are empty. Wandered for a bit, didn't really find anything. Often when  you're a photographer you look and chase and catch absolutely nothing.

Today I did get a couple of interesting shots of the old UP depot, but mostly the weather shut us out.

However the trip was a great success the little black dog and medium-size maybe big yellow dog got along great. They're both good car dogs, and will be chasing many photos together. Overall not a bad day for two dogs and a GPS.


Heaven at Hell

Below the lookout, sunrise, Thusday Oct. 25. Boise Trail. Hells canyon recreation area._mg_3542-edit