Monday, January 11, 2016
Today as Aurora and I were driving back from the grocery store, we got to talking about ways in which we wish our phones and cameras were more integrate-able into our other functions. It is hard to imagine a time before smartphones. When I pick up my DSLR and have to remember to take the memory card out, the upload the images into Lightroom, then edit them, then maybe remember to share them... I am painfully aware of how far this idea of digital integration has to go. It isnt enough for a camera to have wifi capability. It isnt enough for a phone to have a camera. There are so many times where I wish that these objects could plug and play with one another... slide the phone into a slot on my telescope and it can let me capture far better images of the night sky... put all three of our family phones together to sync them and now they become common screens shared between each of us simultaneously, all fed by another tablet or pc somewhere... so many ways to integrate, but our capitalist dreams of buying it all prevent that idea from germinating.
As Aurora and I walked around the antique store yesterday I was impressed by how many objects had served two or more functions in their lifetime. In a few instances, they had been used over multiple generations to the point where the original object was lost in obscurity, being totally integrated into a completely new form. I don't see that happening in our digital age. It is possible though. It would be an incredible way to recycle all of this electronic waste. Reintegrating it into new innovative products. Just not sure it jives with our need to buy the newest/best/latest.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Friday, October 30, 2015
|Waterfall at Treman State Park, gorge trail, Ithaca NY. Fuji X100s, ND filter, 20 sec exposure.|
This time of year, I tend to reflect on the passing of the seasons. For me there is a special significance that occurs as we transition from the Halloween build-up through the first week of November. When I left the hospital six years ago, after having only been outside two times in two months, it was such an incredible shock. To go from green trees of late summer in September to seeing the color washed off the autumn trees in November was such a blow.
As a result, each year, I look forward to this time. I think part of it is that I don't want to miss it again. Unfortunately, it seems to always pass too quickly. This year, I felt very lucky that we had such incredible weather for most of the month of October. Once the rain and winds arrived this week, I knew that the days of riotous color were done and the period of grey, brown and sticks for trees had begun. It is all part of the cycle, certainly... but this year I felt slightly vindicated. I had made the effort and as a result I had seen more of the fall than in years past.
Looking back over the images from the month, I am coming to the realization that there is a significant change in the tone of my work. There is something different this time around. I have photographed these gorges and waterfalls in every season for all of the years that I have lived here... but I have never felt more surprised by the final results.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Just looking over these images on the computer makes me feel ready to pack my bags to leave. It has barely been more than a month and I am so ready to go back.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
|Columbia River Gorge from Bridal Veil Falls trail overlook, 2014|
|Columbia River, 2015 - taken with Nancy at Bridge of the Gods, OR|
Nancy and I visited here last month when we dropped Aurora off at college in Portland. Everything was dry, brown and crunchy due to the extended drought that has pounded the Pacific NW this year. No snowpack over the winter made for an exceedingly dry summer. No rain fell after May. By the time we got out there, we expected Multnomah Falls to be more like Multnomah Wind Tunnel.
This year's photo made it hard to hide the dry brown that was everywhere... plus the haze from all the fires in Central WA and OR added a dull grey-brown-ness to everything.
At the end of the day, it isn't the fires or the season that make the difference. This year is different because we left a chunk of our family out in Portland. Aurora joined a coastal explorers club at Reed... and I realized I wanna join too! There is so much to see and do, I just want to drop what we're doing here at home and move out there. I could list a millions differences between this year and last, but the biggest difference is knowing that Aurora gets to explore a whole new part of the world (to us)... and if we're lucky we get to hear all about it.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
The first image was made this summer when Aurora and I took Georgia Rose up to Lake Ontario to swim. A recent storm had knocked down a huge chunk of the looming cliffs that make up Chimney Bluffs. The water was milky brown instead of the usual clear blue. Georgia Rose wasn't sure that the waves were safe, and required enormous coaxing out into the water. Her life jacket didn't fit as well as it did two years ago. She'd grown a little.
The fallen clay and trees and misc debris that had fallen with the cliffside made it so that the beach access heading west was gone. Totally blocked. The only way around was to swim out into deeper water and brave the snags and unseen things in the water. Aurora and I discussed the possibilities and decided that foregoing our walk along the beach was a small price to pay for the knowledge that we would (all three of us!) be safe.
The second image is of Aurora and Sandy, during Aurora's first summer discovering that she could, in fact, swim. We gave her a snorkel and mask... and the next thing we knew, she was off on her own, cruising the pool. At first her forays were along the walls, keeping safety within easy reach. As the weekend progressed, she gained more faith in her abilities and by the time we left Misquamicut she was a swimmer to the core.
Red Cross classes for the next few years would see her progress up to the final lifesaving class which they refused to let her get at age ten or eleven because no one would hire her to lifeguard until she was 18. Never mind that she could lift the bricks off the bottom and perform all of the rescues that were required... she was just too young (little) to pass the lifesaving test according to the Red Cross. The following summer would see Aurora in the middle of Cayuga Lake in a torrential electrical storm. Her sailing class had been out in little Opties... bathtubs with sails. A summer storm had come up quickly and now there were three foot waves with whitecaps roaring. Aurora's boat, like most of her classmates had capsized and filled with water. Everyone was being slowly rescued by the camp motorboat... but Aurora was left for last. She was relaxed in the water. Calm in the face of the storm. She knew she wouldn't drown... the motorboat knew where her sailboat was... and as the chain of swamped boats was tied together and hauled to shore, Aurora's was the last boat in the line.
Where am I going with this?
I think we learn through adversity and failure. If things always worked just fine, I doubt we would really ever learn. This week Aurora started her first semester of college at Reed in Portland OR. She sent me her schedule of classes for the term and I gulped. She is signed up to take some heavy duty classes. Far more serious than my freshman year... but I know she can do it. I know that she will need someone to offer her that handhold for a short while... and then she'll be off and zooming. I also know that when storms hit and toss everything helter skelter, she'll be prepared and relaxed. It doesn't make it any easier to watch though!