Salome Creek

Here are the best so far from my shots of Salome Creek. Dad will have to post his once he has the time to go through them all.

The stars from near our tent at the bottom of the canyon. The rocks were lit with a headlamp. 25 minute exposure.

Both of us about half way down the canyon about to jump in the water in one of the narrows.

HDR of 5 images.

Looking down the canyon with a few hikers, I like how having the people adds to the scale of the canyon.

We waited at this location for a couple of hours until it was in the shade and the sun was reflecting off of the opposite wall. I think it was well worth the wait.

The main event, last time I went we carried rappelling gear for the short cliff, this time we jumped. It was pretty fun.

This is standing in the same location as above, just looking down the canyon. I like the reflection of the cliff on the water.

This is by far my favorite shot. Just a stones through away from the image above, we again waited for the sunlight to be right for the reflection and the shade.

This is a close second for favorite shot of the day. I love the bright cliff in contrast with the dark narrow canyon.

Pictures of People Taking Pictures

With inspiration from Sam's post from Zion, here are pictures of Dad taking Pictures.

Salome Creek

Mom, Dad and Sarah came to AZ so dad and I could go hike Solome Creek. Dad was so excited he could not contain himself, or his bladder.

More pictures to come.

Great Falls of the Potomac

Went to Great Falls with some friends. The weather was perfect and the hike was nice, and the water was absolutely crazy. Because of all the recent rain the water was at full flood stage, most of the hiking on the Virginia side was closed due to flooding, and both of the hikes to the falls overlooks were closed when we first got there. Luckily they opened they trail to the main overlook while we were there, So we go to go check it out. You hike on these boardwalks and over several bridges that cross these gorges over portions of the falls, the water was gushing and roaring like mad right under us. Then we got to the main falls overlook on this island out in the river. The main channel of the river is a good several hundred yards across at that point, and I think something like a 70 foot drop over several 10-20 foot steps over and around a whole bunch of bus size boulders and chasms and rocky islets. The water was at least 30-40 feet higher than when we went in the fall a few years ago, and most of the boulders and islets where completely covered....it was crazy. Absolutely awesome how powerfully the water was blasting through there.

One of the narrower chasms that you cross on a bridge:

A heron crossing the lower portion of the main section of the falls.

 Across the river you can see several climbing routes, but the little bank you stand on to belay and the bottom third of the routes are completely covered.

Looking up from the overlook at the main section of the falls (May 2011):

A picture of the same section of the falls from a similar angle, September 2009:

Ward Campout

Anna, Asa and I went on the ward campout last night, so of course I took a few night shots. Here is the best one by far. I placed the camera towards our tent and the fire, and didnt tell anyone unless they were about to bump the camera. so it made for some interesting lighting.

       Found this a few weeks ago. Probably one of my favorite pictures I ever took. around '96 or so with the K1000. Back in the day when you didn't get too many good ones, because you only had a few roles of 36 in your pocket and it was mucho dinero or mucho stress to process them....So you walked around for hours and hours and when you were out of shots you were out, and you were lucky to get more than a couple good ones.
       It was stuffed in an old Tolkien book marking the page of probably one of my favorite poems I ever read (I found the book because I wanted to read the poem to Isaac).
       Never was quite sure exactly what that thing was, there were some kids, from a church group or something, setting up a couple of them the day before. Being quite fond of tipis myself, I think I can say it's not much in the way of a tipi, and I don't think they slept in it anyhow.
       And I am not sure what or why they put on it that was glimmering so, almost as if a mirror were hung on the east facing side of the thing. I'm sure I would have gone over to take a closer look, but I don't remember what I saw, and this is the only picture I remember ever having of the thing, and the only one from that trip I can find (although I seem to recall another pretty good one, from this trip or another, of the silhouettes of several friends standing with their dune-sleds at the top of a huge dune against an unusually deep blue sky)....

“Sing us yet more of Earendel the wandering,                             …Who now can tell, and what harp can accompany
Chant us a lay of his white-oared ship,                                         With melodies strange enough, rich enough tunes,
More marvellous-cunning than mortal man's pondering,              Pale with the magic of cavernous harmony,
Foamily musical out on the deep.                                                 Loud with shore-music of beaches and dunes,
Sing us a tale of immortal sea-yearning                                        How slender his boat; of what glimmering timber;
The Eldar once made ere the change of the light,                        How her sails were all silvern and taper her mast,
Weaving a winelike spell, and a burning                                      And silver her throat with foam and her limber
Wonder of spray and the odours of night;                                   Flanks as she swanlike floated past!
Of murmurous gloamings out on far oceans;
Of his tossing at anchor off islets forlorn                                      

To the unsleeping waves' never-ending sea-motions;                  The song I can sing is but shreds one remembers
Of bellying sails when a wind was born,                                     Of golden imaginings fashioned in sleep,
And the gurgling bubble of tropical water                                  A whispered tale told by the withering embers
Tinkled from under the ringed stem,                                          Of old things far off that but few hearts keep.”
And thousands of miles was his ship from those wrought her
A petrel, a sea-bird, a white-winged gem,
Gallantly bent on measureless faring
Ere she came homing in sea-laden flight,
Circuitous, lingering, restlessly daring,
Coming to haven unlooked for, at night.


Interesting how the pic was stuck there with this poem. 

The Ritual Hailing of the First Waves of Summer

My feet in the surf....

 And some footprints in the sand.

And a portrait of my shadow wearing a straw hat.

Beach camping: Assateague Island National Seashore

Sunshine

3/4 Full moon

Storm over the midatlantic sea

wings at sunset

Papa Zeke Sangres 041611

Papa Zeke 041711

Papa Zeke Easter Morning

Cathedral Rock

here are the best images from Sedona. all of Cathedral Rock from the same spot, i stood with about 20 photographers that were there as part of a workshop with my guess is a professional. the light was somewhat uneventful at first, and then it dropped below the clouds just as it hit the horizon, and the rocks lit up. It was a great place to be.

1st 3 are HRD, last one is a single image.