This morning a group of us photographers gathered at the Boise Flying M Coffeehouse, prepared to shoot up the town - in a strictly photographic sense of course. After heading down the street, I realized my lack of creative energy this particular day. There were lots of potential subjects - people, products, pets - but I just couldn't find the motivation. I was having more fun just watching the people.
So here are the nine photos I did take.
Can't have bread, gluten and all, but this kind of bread is mmm, mmm good.
I'm not much of a street photographer, but this is pretty close.
I like patterns (the bricks) combined with randomness (the light and shadows).
Our fearless leader, Paul Pulley.
Brown-bag, just waiting for some lunch.
Succulents are varied, in tone and texture, which makes for great photos.
I considered cropping out the "Frozen Yogurt" sign in the background, but I think it adds an interesting element. Onions and frozen yogurt? Of course.
The day after Independence Day, what's more fitting than a fruit flag?
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
This is the final post, and final leg, of my trip to the Palouse. It was a great trip, taught me some things about my photography and offered some wonderful photo ops. I'll definitely be back again.
This first photo is the trestle over Lawyer's Canyon. This panorama is a stitch of 11 images.
Near Lawyer's Canyon is another trestle spanning Old Highway 95. I really like the small cloud in the middle of the frame.
This neat little pond is below White Bird Pass. There's a house/ranch really close to this so I bet there's been some swimming on hot summer days.
As a final note, let me clarify something I said in an earlier post. I stated that next time I come to the Palouse, I won't go back to Steptoe Butte. I didn't say why, and two people asked about that. The top of Steptoe Butte is pretty small, and I explored the entire 360°. I feel like I've seen all there is to see from there. I looked for details, had great light, and got the images I wanted. Plus, there is so much unexplored area around the Palouse - countless back roads that I didn't explore. Next time, I'll concentrate on ground level areas.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
When I left Colfax, I headed north to Badger Lake, which is just south of Cheney, Washington, which is just south of Spokane. I've never been a GPS kind of guy. I'm pretty good at looking at a map in the morning, remembering my route, and getting to where I was going.
Years ago, when I was a volunteer for the Idaho Golf Association, I traveled with them to workshops on the Rules of Golf, in places none of us had ever been before. At the airport, they would hand me the keys to the rental car because I was the one who could get us to where we needed to go.
I took my dad's GPS on this trip to help me navigate the back roads around the Palouse area, which was really helpful. Before leaving Colfax, I used google maps to find my route, so I knew where I was going. Still, I used the GPS as a backup. That was a mistake. First, Garmin couldn't find Badger Lake, no matter what I entered. I tried cities, recreation, points of interest - nothing worked. So I scrolled through the map to find the lake. I told Garmin exactly where I wanted to go.
When I got to the first turnoff, Garmin didn't even flinch. She wanted me to keep going straight. I said, aloud, "No, I'm turning here." When I got to the next intersection, she told me to turn right. "No, I'm turning left here." Same thing at the next intersection. Badger Lake must be in a warp of some sort and invisible to GPS. Even so, I got there.
Along the way, some sites caught my attention. Since I had no time frame, and no agenda other than getting to Badger Lake, I stopped frequently along the way.
This abandoned house was almost completely obscured by the plants around it.
A barn detail, with the rolling hills behind.
I can't say why, but I love trees in the middle of a field.
You may be asking why I went to Badger Lake: I have family there. Uncle Terry and Aunt Wanda, Pete and Teri Jo, and their kids run Badger Lake Estates, a beautiful community right on the lake. Pete and Teri Jo live on the bluff above the lake, and the have a watch-rooster. He's mean, but only if you turn your back on him. Maybe I was just lucky, but Fuego was nice to me.
He's probably just protective of his girls. Isn't she pretty?
Teri Jo gets to collect eggs daily (or every other day). Some are white, some are brown, and this day, at least one was blue.
Pete is an air traffic controller in Spokane. We got a tour of the tower and facilities. The people who work there were so welcoming and so professional. After seeing what they do, and hearing what they do, I have a new respect for controllers. They have a really difficult, high stress job, but a beautiful setting in which to work.
Tomorrow: the trip home.
Monday, June 16, 2014
My second night in Colfax, I decided to return to Steptoe Butte. Although the first night's storms created some interesting clouds and rainbows, I wanted to see the classic lighting, and the setting sun creating ever-changing patterns across the landscape.
The skies were brilliant blue with white fluffy clouds. But as I drove to the top of the butte, the skies were not my focus. Looking up from one of the lower roads, I noticed a flutter of orange. "I wonder what that is?" When I reached the lower parking lot, I discovered a paraglider had just taken off.
As he descended, the perspective changed. Instead of a blue background, he was floating in front of the soft, green landscape.
Once he landed, I was able to focus my attention (and camera) on the surrounding hills, looking for details here and there. I wanted to find sections of area that were changing with the light.
I came back to this area often - the contrast of the straight fence lines and the curvy hills is so beautiful.
I think this is the town of Steptoe. Such a setting for life!