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Washington D.C. ~ Buildings

For me, Washington D.C. is all about the buildings. In my world of keywording,  buildings also include monuments, bridges, and memorials. Steeped in history, full of stories, iconic, architecture, and design all catch my eye. I couldn’t get enough. Here they are, in no particular order.

The Library of Congress was NOT what I pictured it to be. From what we saw it was much more a museum than a library. Apparently, it is the official research library that serves the United States Congress and is the de facto national library of the United States. It is the oldest federal cultural institution in the country and is one of the largest libraries in the world. Its collections are universal, not limited by subject, format, or national boundary, and include research materials from all parts of the world and in more than 470 languages. Who knew?

We stumbled across this building on our way to a March for our Lives rally. Excluding the White House, the Lockkeeper’s House is the oldest building on the National Mall, built in 1837.

The building dates to a period when this area was a  wharf and was the location of a section of the Washington City Canal, which connected the Potomac and Anacostia rivers. Here, an eastward extension of the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal met the Potomac River and the Washington City Canal at a canal lock.

The 350-square-foot house served the canal lock keeper, who collected tolls, recorded commerce, maintained the canal, and managed traffic.

The Vietnam Memorial was powerful. The names on the Wall, originally numbering 57,939 when it was dedicated in 1982, are listed in the chronological order of the casualty dates. It’s interesting how short the wall is from the early days of the war and startling how tall it gets in the middle. Additional names have since been added and as of May 2018, there were 58,320 names. The number of names on the wall is different from the official number of U.S. Vietnam War deaths, which is 58,220 as of May 2018.

Mount Vernon was a beautiful way to spend an afternoon. The main building was under renovation so we wandered the grounds. It became less beautiful as we entered the slave quarters and realized how many people were owned to make these grounds a working farm back in the day. The above image is a room of the restored slave quarters.

The plantation is on the banks of the Potomac River in Fairfax County, Virginia, just south of Washington, D.C.

The Washington family acquired land in the area in 1674. Around 1734, the family embarked on an expansion of its estate that continued under George Washington, who began leasing the estate in 1754 before becoming its sole owner in 1761.

In 1858, the house’s historical importance was recognized and it was saved from ruin by the Mount Vernon Ladies Association; this philanthropic organization acquired it together with part of the Washington property estate. Escaping the damage suffered by many plantation houses during the American Civil War, Mount Vernon was restored.

Mount Vernon was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1960 and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. It is still owned and maintained in trust by the Mount Vernon Ladies Association and is open every day of the year. Allowing the public to see the estate is not an innovation, but part of an over 200-year-old tradition started by George Washington himself. In 1794 he wrote: “I have no objection to any sober or orderly person’s gratifying their curiosity in viewing the buildings, Gardens, &ca. about Mount Vernon.”

This is an image of the lower floor of a round barn found on the property. It was invented to have hay laid out on the above floor, have horses walk on it, and ground it up to have it fall through to the bottom floor and be swept up and used. It was cutting-edge technology back then.

The Capital is located on Capitol Hill at the eastern end of the National Mall. Though no longer at the geographic center of the federal district, the Capitol forms the origin point for the district’s street-numbering system and the district’s four quadrants.

Central sections of the present building were completed in 1800. These were partly destroyed in the 1814 burning of Washington, then were fully restored within five years. The building was later enlarged by extending the wings for the chambers for the bicameral legislature, the House of Representatives in the south wing, and the Senate in the north wing. The massive dome was completed around 1866 just after the American Civil War.

The Supreme Court Building also referred to as “The Marble Palace,” serves as the official workplace of the Chief Justice of the United States and the eight Associate Justices of the Supreme Court. It is located in the block immediately east of the United States Capitol and north of the Library of Congress. On May 4, 1987, the Supreme Court Building was designated a National Historic Landmark.

The proposal for a separate building for the Supreme Court was suggested in 1912 by President William Howard Taft, who became Chief Justice in 1921. In 1929, Taft successfully argued for the creation of the new building but did not live to see it built. Physical construction began in 1932 and was officially completed in 1935 under the guidance of Chief Justice Charles Evans Hughes, Taft’s successor.

I don’t remember what this building is but we got out of the car, I looked up and saw this…so I SHOT it.

Beautiful architecture was everywhere, be it churches, office buildings, or homes, it was everywhere.

Walking from one place to another, outside of the National Mall, we would come across random buildings like the Embassy of Kazakstan.

The National Education Association.

The National Geographic Society.

An iPhone picture of the White House. Some days you could get right up to the gate and some days not. Today was a good day.

The Washington Monument’s construction began in 1848 and was halted for a period of 23 years, from 1854 to 1877 due to a lack of funds, a struggle for control over the Washington National Monument Society, and the American Civil War. It was built to commemorate George Washington, once commander-in-chief of the Continental Army (1775–1784) in the American Revolutionary War and the first President of the United States (1789–1797). Located almost due east of the Reflecting Pool and the Lincoln Memorial, the monument, made of marble, granite, and bluestone gneiss, is both the world’s tallest predominantly stone structure and the world’s tallest obelisk at 555 feet 5+18 inches (169.294 m) tall, according to the National Park Service (measured 1884). It is the tallest monumental column in the world if all are measured above their pedestrian entrances.  The cornerstone was laid on July 4, 1848; the first stone was laid atop the unfinished stump on August 7, 1880; the capstone was set on December 6, 1884; the completed monument was dedicated on February 21, 1885; and officially opened October 9, 1888.

We never did secure tickets to go up in it. Next time.

The World War II Memorial was stunning. But this plaque was possibly the most important part of the memorial. It is the Freedom Wall. It explains the price of freedom in very real terms. The wall holds 4,048 gold stars you can see behind the sign to the left. Each star represents one hundred American service personnel who died or remain missing in the war. The 405,399 Americans dead and missing from World War II are second only to the loss of more than 620,000 Americans during our Civil War.  And THAT only includes our country. And only service members. Let that sink in for a minute.

This is a super cute little bridge along the waterway of the Jefferson Memorial whose pillars you can see below.

I found this quote on the Southeast wall to be very pertinent to today’s politics: “I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions, but laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind. As that becomes more developed, more enlightened, as new discoveries are made, new truths discovered and manners and opinions change, with the change of circumstances, institutions must advance also to keep pace with the times. We might as well require a man to wear still the coat which fitted him when a boy as civilized society to remain ever under the regimen of their barbarous ancestors.” I have more to say but I’ll stop there. 😉

 

The Lincoln Memorial was dedicated in May 1922. It has always been a major tourist attraction and since the 1930s has sometimes been a symbolic center focused on race relations.

The memorial has been the site of many famous speeches, including Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech delivered on August 28, 1963, during the rally at the end of the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom.

The memorial is open to the public 24 hours a day, and more than 7 million people visit it annually.

Even the Metro station is kinda cool inside.

We went to a Washington Nationals Major League Baseball game with our friends. I even ate a hot dog.

The Smithsonian Institution is legendary. I learned this at an exhibit: “The Smithsonian Institution started with a gift from an 18th-century English scientist named James Smithson who left his fortune to the United States, a country he had never seen. This exhibition looks at the history of the Smithsonian, focusing on its research, museums, and public programs in art, culture, history, and science and the role of the American public in the Smithsonian museums and research.

The Smithsonian is a partnership between its specialist staff and the American people. ”

Walking around old Alexandria we ran into some old buildings.

I’m not sure what this building is but we emerged from the underground Metro to this. Stunning.

This is the National Portrait Gallery which is full of, you guessed it, portraits! Among other art pieces.

We didn’t go into Chinatown but found one of the entrances to it near the portrait gallery. Again, next time.

Here’s Ellen at Union Station, on our way to find the Amtrak train that will take us to New York City.

I hope you enjoyed the small sampling of the buildings we encountered on the D.C. portion of our June adventure.

Until next week, Happy Shooting!!

Signs along the way

Signs is another one of my main keyword themes. Many of these images have more than one main theme. For example, below is the back of one of only two Four Wheel Campers we came across in our travels. It also got tagged under Transportation.

I photograph a lot of signs in my travels, particularly the informational ones, to help remind me about all the information we ingest on our adventures.  They become a reference tool. And some are just fun, or interesting, or curious, or a cool design.

This denotes the location where day floaters can exit the South Llano River near our campground. This image will also show up under Nature. Nature is a HUGE category that I will discuss in September.

This would show up around town in South Padre Island.

Also on South Padre Island, at the end of the island near the sand dunes was this sign. Ya just don’t see this in Flagstaff. This is another example of the second tag of Nature.

I have more T-shirts than I could ever need so when I see a clever saying on one I SHOOT it!

This shop door was also in Progresso and was also tagged under Art.

In Houston, I learned about bayous. There are miles and miles of mostly cement trails along the bayous of Houston which apparently are NOT rivers and not quite swamps. By definition, its a body of water typically found in a flat, low-lying area, and may refer to an extremely slow-moving stream or river (often with a poorly defined shoreline), a marshy lake or wetland, or a creek whose current reverses daily due to tides, and which contains brackish water highly conducive to fish life and plankton.

This sign would be more humorous if it wasn’t posted in Texas and in a country ripe with gun violence.

We love cemeteries. This is the sign above the one in Port Isabel.

This is in the KOA Holiday Campground in Galveston Definitely not our jam.

This beach was within walking distance of our KOA Galveston campground, which made it worth it. The beaches in Texas are low, flat and hard packed, perfect for driving and camping on.

This is another image that is also tagged under Buildings. You probably can’t read it but the story of the Galveston Orphans Home was pretty interesting.

That’s one old newspaper!

These plaques were posted on many buildings we came across in Galveston. The 1900 Galveston hurricane was the deadliest natural disaster in United States history and the fifth-deadliest Atlantic hurricane, only behind Hurricane Mitch overall.

This is info I shot off the menu at Katie’s Seafood Restaurant in Galveston.

Talk about random. Grocery Store was not quite accurate. It was more of a convenience/sporting goods store.

More alligator signs. This one was in the pond near Lake Ponchatrain at our camp in Louisiana. Yet another reason to sleep in a camper!

These tiled signs were all over New Orleans and I found them interesting.

Lots of new information in the Voodoo Museum.

Another fascinating sign with historical information that we came across on our Voodoo Museum Tour. In colonial times, Congo Square was an open-air market where blacks—both enslaved and free—met on “free Sundays” to take part in sacred African rituals, talk, trade, and perform traditional songs and dance, helping lay the foundations for what would later become jazz.

I found this sign to be a bit ironic as this church faces the square where a lot of activity happens during festivals.

I thought this was a great way to offer business cards on the outside of your door.

These two signs are also tagged under Buildings. I was struck by the date on the sign above. Below is to remind me that Colorado does in fact have a style of pizza. Who knew?

Colorado-style pizza – also known as a “Colorado mountain pie” – doesn’t get a whole lot of attention outside of the Rocky Mountain region. Colorado pizzas are thick-crust pies that come with a ludicrous amount of toppings.

The crust of a Colorado mountain pie is also unique in that it is made with honey and braided on the outside. The braid is there to hold the mountain of toppings from spilling out of the pie and locals tend to dunk it in honey at the end of their meal. You read that right – the Colorado mountain pie is both dinner and dessert.

So there you have it, a sample of some of the signs we encountered on our trip. Again, it is often very helpful in recalling detailed information about areas we visit.

Until next week, Happy Shooting!!

Black and White Photography, Flagstaff

Black and White imagery can be stunning and powerful. In August of 2019 Joel Wolfson, a local Flagstaff photographer, was the instructor on an Arizona Highways PhotoScapes workshop on black and white photography held in Flagstaff. Flagstaff is one of the greatest places to be in the state of Arizona in August. I live here and I love working with Joel so I agreed to volunteer for the workshop. Like night photography, shooting in black and white is not my jam. I tend to turn color photos into black and white as an afterthought.

It was a three-day weekend workshop that began on a Friday with a long classroom session before shooting in the afternoon. It ended on Sunday by 3:30. It included two morning shoots, three afternoon shoots and lots of time in the classroom for critiques and lessons. There is a LOT to learn about black and white photography.

We learned about the zone system created by Ansel Adams and Fred Archer around 1940. The technique is based on late 19th century sensitometry studies. The Zone System provides photographers with a systematic method of precisely defining the relationship between the way they visualize the photographic subject and the final results. Although it originated with black-and-white sheet film, the Zone System is also applicable to roll film, both black-and-white and color, negative and reversal, and to digital photography. Joel taught the process of making this work. It’s going to take some practice.

We photographed in the mountains around Flagstaff…

as well as in town at the Pioneer Musium on Highway 180 and a little downtown.

If you are looking to up your game in the black and white genre this is the workshop for you. I had fun meeting some great participants and photographing in my hometown. It’s funny how little we do that.

Happy Shooting!

Chasing Monsoons with Arizona Highways PhotoScapes

It was a good idea. As long as I can remember, and I’ve lived in Arizona since 1971, the monsoon season has arrived right on schedule. It generally begins when we get a consistent dew point in the 50’s and runs from about mid-July through August, give or take a couple of weeks. As the afternoons heat up the thunderheads begin to build and they can pop up anywhere. It’s not like a storm you can track from California. When I first attended Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff I could set my watch to the daily afternoon showers and thunderstorms. But with climate change, last year’s monsoon season was dubbed a non-soon. Much like 2020.

It was scheduled as a four-day workshop. The idea was that we’d convene at 9:00 in the classroom, learn about weather patterns, how to read weather apps and radar, learn where to go for the storms that just pop up in the hot Arizona afternoons, and be ready to load the vans and head in any direction from Phoenix, located in the center of the state. Thursday wound up being a tough day with a classroom full of excited photographers and nowhere to go.

It was decided that the next day we’d head in the direction of a historically rich corridor of monsoon activity, interstate 10 between Phoenix and Tucson.

We had class from 9-12, lunch from 12-1, then we headed to Tucson. With no storms forming, we photographed the Mission San Xavier del Bac. It’s always a good choice for people with cameras.

It’s crazy to think of the lives, people and stories that have wandered these grounds over the centuries.

To think of the folks who have sat in these pews and prayed.

A storm cell popped up around Benson, south of Tucson. By the time we got there, this was all there was. It had mostly dissipated as quickly as it had formed. We shot until sunset then grabbed some food and headed back to Phoenix. We got back to the classroom at 11:30.

Saturday was a similar situation. We headed south of Phoenix but this time only went as far as Florence. No storms popped up on the radar…ANYWHERE, so we photographed the desert. Again we were out until 11:00.

Sunday we spent half the day in the classroom doing photo critiques with what we DID shoot and dismissed.

Again, the idea was a good one, too bad the weather didn’t cooperate. Highways has since taken this workshop off the schedule, for obvious reasons. Maybe someday, when weather patterns settle down, we can get back to it. I still learned a lot about weather and photographing storms. They can be dangerous for you and your gear so keep a safe distance from lightning and have rain gear for you AND your camera always ready.

Stay safe out there and Happy Shooting!

Bisbee Women’s Retreat

I just realized I already posted a Women’s Retreat blog to Bisbee back in March when everything was shutting down and the pandemic was getting busy. Oh well, in case you missed it…you can look up the last one from March 2020 OR you can enjoy this one. 😉 Interestingly enough I chose some pics the same and some not. Either way, if I continue in the order of things from the latest to newest workshops I’ve been on you get to visit Bisbee again. Which isn’t a bad thing. I like Bisbee.

I love urban art and patterns. There is SO much of that in Bisbee one could shoot for days…or weeks. I see something new every time I go back.

Such an interesting combination of sign and statue. Like…are you welcoming me to…the end? Yikes!

Keep an eye out for the murals both on main streets and in alleyways.

Here are some plants and a pet that requires little attention.

The gates to homes alone would make an amazing photographic collection.

But don’t forget to look up as well as the windows are equally interesting.

Lighting fixtures and shop signs don’t disappoint either.

 

There is a small town nearby called Lowell. It is basically a  single main street with old buildings, cars, and the Bisbee Breakfast Club. THE place in town to go for that first meal.

We spent a whole morning after breakfast just shooting up and down this street.

I also love door handles and locks. The textures, the patterns, the colors, the history!

Flowers could be found growing up between sidewalk cracks and in people’s yards.

Check out the March issue of this workshop, I went into a bit more detail and didn’t want to just repeat the whole thing again. Bisbee is rich in mining history and was built in the hills so there are a LOT of steps to go up and down if you want to see where people live. Otherwise, most of the town is down low.

I hope you make it there someday when travel becomes easier and I’m hoping for another women’s retreat there too!!

Happy shoooting!

Vancouver Island, B.C.

In June of 2017, I went on a dream come true workshop…Vancouver Island. A dream come true workshop for me includes a perfect mixture of urban and nature shooting opportunities. The workshop was run over six glorious days with a really fun group of participants. The photographer, Shane McDermott, grew up on the island so he was wonderful to follow around.

Here’s one way I could tell I was extremely inspired on this trip, I squeezed the shutter over 3100 times. Over twice from any other workshop. It still remains the highest number of images I’ve taken in my career with PhotoScapes  (except for the Albuquerque balloon festival last year but that’s another story).

We arrived in Vancouver (the city) on a Saturday in June. “We” included two participants that happened to be on the same flight and Megan, my fellow volunteer. My good friend Amy Horn was already there. Megan and I had some volunteer errands to run before we hooked up with Amy,  and the two participants we knew and headed out to explore the city. It was suggested we head to Stanley Park and Granville Island, so we did.

Seriously, I was like a kid in a candy shop. We walked and talked and laughed and I kept having to run to catch up because everything caught my eye. And the workshop hadn’t even STARTED yet!

The next morning we took the ferry from Vancouver to Vancouver Island. I think I FINALLY got the difference between the two! LOL!

The morning fog was beautiful.

The workshop began for Shane at 2:00 pm in our hotel in Victoria. For the volunteers and participants, it began with breakfast Sunday morning, rounding everyone up and getting them to the ferry then to our hotel. After introductions and an overview, we headed out to the inner harbor to photograph. Victoria is such a beautiful city.

I could shoot boats all day long.

The Parliament Building was amazing.

Growing up in Arizona and having spent my entire adult life in Flagstaff I am used to the art and culture of Navajo and Hopi first nations people. It was SO much fun to be exposed to those of the northwest. I was especially enthralled with the totem poles.

The Inner Harbor also boasted fun tattoos and cool floating homes.

The rain was a constant companion and made for some beautiful images.

The next day, after a morning shoot at Beacon Hill Park,  we headed to world-renowned Butchart Gardens. It did not disappoint. Be sure to plan a full day for this venture, especially if you plan to photograph. We allotted four hours and in that time many folks never got past one or two of the gardens! I wandered all the way to the back and found the ocean and more boats!

Another tip would be to arrive, walk the entire property then go back to the gardens you feel most inspired by. Don’t get sucked into the first ones. Not that they are not beautiful but there is so much more!

Tuesday morning, following our third trip to the Inner Harbor, we loaded the vans and headed to Port Renfrew a couple of hours up the coast. On the way, we stopped by Royal Roads University and photographed the grounds there. It was beautiful. Royal Roads University is located on the grounds of the former Royal Roads Military College (RRMC) at Hatley Park National Historic Site on Vancouver Island. Following the decommissioning of RRMC in 1995, the government of British Columbia created Royal Roads University as a public university.

The coastline of British Columbia stretches approximately 27,000 km, including countless islands, bays, inlets, and arms.  Port Renfrew is the last step into this remote area. Considered the “Jewel of the West Coast” and the “Tall Tree Capital of Canada”. Port Renfrew is the southern entrance to the Pacific Rim National Park and the world-renown “shipwreck life-saving trail” now called “The West Coast Trail”, and the beginning of the Juan de Fuca Marine Trail.

Yes, we stayed n these cabins. Check out the low tide.

We spent Tuesday afternoon, all day Wednesday and Thursday morning exploring this wild area. My favorite part was our walks along the coast.

 

We drove back to Victoria on Thursday afternoon. Friday was a big day. We had our final classroom session before heading to the dock and our whale watching tour. The tour finished at 1:00 and by that evening I was visiting family in Northern California. Here’s what we saw on the whale tour.

We each had to wear these survival suits. They were really hot but would save our lives should we end up in the ocean.

Ocean-going tankers and whale collisions is a real problem.

Another tour boat.

If you ever get the chance to visit British Columbia I highly recommend it. SUCH a beautiful place. I hope you enjoyed the tour, I’d do it again in a heart-beat.

Until next time, Happy Shooting!

Vermillion Cliffs

My third Women’s Photo Retreat was located in one of my favorite areas in Arizona, if not the planet. The workshop was called  Vermillion Cliffs but in reality, we shot much of the workshop in the Glenn Canyon National Recreation Area at Lee’s Ferry. Here’s how it went down.

Again we had a bus with an amazing female bus driver who was herself an artist. She liked to create her pencil drawings with broken pencils she found in her wanderings. Pretty cool stuff. Anyway, since we were on a bus I was able to be picked up in Flagstaff before we headed north to the Arizona Strip, that piece of land between Grand Canyon and Utah where very few people live.

From Flagstaff, we stopped at the Cameron Trading Post for their world-famous Navajo Tacos. I can’t remember if we went straight to the hotel or not to check-in but either way, my journal says we spent from 3-6pm photographing Navajo Bridge, Lee’s Ferry, and the Paria Riffle, the first little rough water on a Colorado River trip through Grand Canyon. Lee’s Ferry is the launching point for such trips, commercial and private alike.

Navajo Bridge is the name of each of a pair of steel spandrel arch bridges that cross the Colorado River near Lees Ferry in northern Arizona. There are two bridges. The newer bridge carries vehicular traffic on US 89A over Marble Canyon between southern Utah and the Arizona Strip.

Prior to completion of the first Navajo Bridge, one of the only Colorado River crossings between Arizona and Utah was located about 5 miles upstream, at the mouth of Glen Canyon where Lee’s Ferry service had operated since 1873. The ferry site had been chosen as the only relatively easy access to the river for both northbound and southbound travelers. By the 1920s, automobile traffic began using the ferry service though it was not considered a safe and reliable crossing as adverse weather and flooding regularly prevented its operation.

The original bridge was dedicated on June 14–15, 1929 with an official name of  Grand Canyon Bridge. in 1934 The state changed the name to Navajo Bridge. After the new bridge opened in 1995, the original bridge was closed to vehicle traffic but remained opened to foot traffic.

The endangered California condor has been re-introduced into this region recently due to its remote location and lack of human habitation and can often be seen roosting on the bridge’s metal parts. 

Lee’s Ferry initially served as a military outpost for 19th-century settlements in Utah, a center of limited gold-seeking, and since the 1920s, the principal point at which river flow is measured to determine water allocations in the 246,000-square-mile Colorado River basin. Lees Ferry demarcates the boundary between the Upper and Lower Basins of the Colorado River; the states which make up each basin are legally allocated one-half of the river’s natural flow. Glen Canyon Dam impounds the Colorado River a short distance upstream and completely regulates the river flow past Lees Ferry.

Saturday morning we woke up early to catch the sun rising on the Vermillion Cliffs from the boat ramp at Lee’s Ferry. To our delight, we ran into the legendary photographer Gary Ladd shooting at our same location! He’s been published in Arizona Highways Magazine numerous times and instructs for us in workshops as well.

To the right, you can see some blue rafts. These private boaters packed the night before and launched later that morning.

On our way back to the hotel for breakfast, we strolled down this road to the Lonely Dell Ranch. Lee was a practicing polygamist who built cabins for two of his families at Lee’s Ferry, in what became known as “Lonely Dell”. Lee’s ferry started service on January 11, 1873, ferrying Mormon settlers across the river. Tensions rose between the settlers and the Navajo, whose lands were being occupied by the settlers, resulting in the construction of the Lee’s Ferry Fort at the crossing in 1874. No conflict arose at the ferry, so the fort became a trading post, then a residence. In 1877 Lee was executed for his role in the Mountain Meadows massacre. In 1879, the LDS Church bought the ferry rights from Emma Lee, granting the ferry service to Warren Marshall Johnson and his families. A number of structures remain in the district from the polygamist period of the Lee and Johnson families.

Here we are having breakfast with Gary. He ran out to his car, grabbed some books, signed them, and sold them. He’s a great storyteller and was fun to hang out with.

Following breakfast, we had some downtime to download and edit our images. We then met at the house we, (the photographer, other photoguide, and myself), were staying in and had lessons and critiques before heading out to our sunset shoot along highway 89 leading out of the valley we were in.

The next morning we drove across down 89 and turned onto Badger Creek Road. From here we photographed the wide-open spaces and distant storms.

On the way back we stopped at an old trading post built into the rocks near our hotel at Cliff Dwellers Lodge.

The erosion of sandstone formations leaves crevices, caves, and overhangs with which to build. Over time, travelers and residents found creative ways to use these natural features as temporary or permanent shelter.  Around 1927, Blanche Russell’s car broke down as she traveled through this area. Forced to camp overnight, she decided she liked the scenery so well that she bought the property and stayed. The stone buildings under these balanced sandstone rocks were built shortly after that in 1930.  I believed she ran it as a trading post of sorts. A place for travelers to stop, purchase provisions, and rest.

I like pebbles.

And so concludes a jam-packed three-day women’s retreat in Northern Arizona. Following the morning shoot, we headed back for breakfast before packing, loading the bus, and driving down 89 toward Flagstaff. After they dropped me off at the gas station near my home they headed down interstate 17 to phoenix, I’m sure reminiscing about fun memories just created and those of past women’s trips. What a fun group!

If you are interested in future women’s retreats go to Arizona Highways PhotoScapes website and look up Amy Horn. She is the current photographer leading these trips and she is amazing. Not sure what it will look like in the coming year or two with COVID-19 on the rampage but something to keep in mind nonetheless.

Until next week…Happy Shooting!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Best of the West…truly.

In May of 2016, I landed the mack daddy of trips…Best of the West. This epic journey, and yes, I use that term a LOT with these workshops, had truly set the bar for me for locations and people I got to meet and spend time with. This adventure was seven days long, began, for me, in Sedona and ended with the bus dropping me off at my home in Flagstaff. We had 14 participants, two photo guides,  our photographer/instructor, and a bus driver.

Unlike the Oregon Sampler, we photo guides did not have to drive. That allowed us more time to get to know our clients. And what an amazing group.

Here’s a sampling of who I met:  an eyewitness to 9/11, a guy who served two years in the Egyptian military, a WWII vet from the battle of Okinawa, a guy who survived a broken neck from an avalanche, a father and son team, a lawyer from Peru, a stroke survivor, an anesthesiologist, a urologist, an avid runner with a double knee replacement, another person from Manhatten and a couple of friends from Washington State. Not to mention my amazing co-guide, photographer, and bus driver. I fell in love with them all while spending seven days on a bus and over 650 miles, sharing amazing locations and many meals together. The participants drove over 900 miles as their workshop began in Phoenix.

As I said, I joined the party in Sedona where my wife dropped me off at the hotel. The shooting locations were as follows: Sedona, Grand Canyon South Rim, Page, Monument Valley, and Canyon de Chelley. We spent one night in each location, except for Page where we spent two. We photographed sunset at each new location and then sunrise the next morning before heading off to our next destination. As of this trip I had never been to Monument Valley. Go, it’s beautiful. All of the other places are among my favorites on earth.

It doesn’t matter how many times I go to Sedona, a quick 30-minute drive from my home, I am amazed at its beauty. This was our initial afternoon/sunset shoot.

The next morning we hit Airport Mesa for sunrise and were treated with some hot air balloons in the distance.

Before heading to Grand Canyon we dropped into Slide Rock State Park for some water action.

The grand landscapes easily draw people’s attention but don’t forget to look at the details.

Speaking of grand landscapes,  I find this one particularly difficult to shoot. Capturing what I’m truly seeing and feeling at Grand Canyon seems an impossible task.

Putting people in images helps show perspective and scale.

Thank goodness for Desert View Tower! Nothing like a good man-made object on the edge of a natural wonder to help capture what you’re seeing and feeling.

One can pretty much count on an elk encounter at the South Rim. They don’t ever seem too bothered by us humans.

After two nights on the road in two different hotels we headed to Page, a town built so Glenn Canyon Dam workers back in the 1950s and ’60s had a place to call home.

Our first stop was Toadstools. Here’s a cool thing about this trip. As you can see, we are visiting places I have already been to on previous workshops, the women’s retreat in Sedona and now Page. In a couple of days, I’ll get to revisit Canyon de Chelley! It’s nice to return to a location and see it through different eyes (the participants) and hear the instruction from different photographers.

Headlamps were a must on this excursion as I had my first lesson in light painting. It’s a thing where you set up your camera on a tripod, open up the aperture (2.8), and set the shutter speed to 30 seconds. Once it’s open you take a flashlight and do brief flashes onto the subject, in this case, the rock. After you see what you got you either say Yay! or make adjustments and shoot again. It turned out kinda cool.

The next morning was sunrise at Little Cut then off to Antelope Canyon. These are places I don’t seem to get tired of visiting.

It was a big day so we didn’t do a sunset shoot. We had a critique instead. People were given time to download images and edit them. They then gave us three or so images to project onto a screen and talk about. It’s really great to see everyone’s images.

Sunrise the next morning was Horseshoe Bend. This place has become crazy popular. It now has a paved, pay parking lot and safety rails at the rim.

Black and white can be a good choice if you can’t quite get the colors right.

On the way to Monument Valley, you have to drive through Kayenta.  Just outside of Kayenta is Agathla Peak which rises over 1500 feet above the surrounding terrain. The mountain is considered sacred by the Navajo.

Agathla Peak is an eroded volcanic plug consisting of volcanic breccia cut by dikes of an unusual igneous rock called Minette. It is one of many such volcanic diatremes that are found in Navajo country. Agathla Peak and Shiprock in New Mexico are the most prominent. These rocks are part of the Navajo Volcanic Field, in the southern Colorado Plateau.

Our hotel in Monument Valley was Goulding’s Lodge. The building was constructed in 1928. The lodge originally served as a trading post and home for the Goulding’s. During the great depression, John Ford was looking for a site to film his movie Stagecoach. Goulding heard of this and immediately went to work capturing photos of Monument Valley to send to John Ford. Ford ended up shooting the film in Monument Valley and came back to produce more, popularizing the area.

Our afternoon/sunset shoot at the famous mittens.

The next morning we did an early morning truck tour.

One of the stops was John Ford Point. We were lucky enough to arrive and have a model out at the point on his horse.

I followed him as he came off the point. I have no idea how long he and his horse had been out there, standing, gazing at the amazing beauty. Turns out he’s a third-grader from Flagstaff!! He was out on the Rez visiting his cousin.

The local cafe was not yet open.

From Monument Valley, we headed over to Chinle and Canyon de Chelley.

Here is an example of turning a photo into a monochrome. I wasn’t happy with the colors of the one above. I think black and white is much more dramatic.

Our visit to Canyon de Chelley allowed for a sunset and a sunrise shoot. We did not have time to enter the canyons as we did on the five-day Canyon de Chelley workshop the previous year.

 

Again, pay attention to the details.

Shooting from one of the rim viewpoints.

People still live at the bottom of the canyons. Can you find the house?

We stopped in Winslow and ate lunch at La Posada.

It was a great trip full of wonderful memories with amazing people.

May you have epic adventures in these COVID times and stay safe out there!

Happy Shooting!!

Spring Wildflower Workshop_2015

March 2015 began my second year with Arizona Highways Photo Workshops.

I tried to be a landscape/nature photographer, I really did. But I find that my minimalism gets in the way. To be a successful nature photographer you need gear. Gear is heavy. At the time of this shoot, I was lugging around a Canon 7D, tripod, and several lenses. I learned to photograph flowers you also “need” a diffuser for the harsh sunlight, maybe a “plamp” (a plant clamp to hold flowers still in a breeze), and perhaps a dark piece to cardboard to give yourself control over busy backgrounds.  A remote or wired shutter release is necessary so you don’t bump the camera on the tripod when releasing the shutter.

In my first couple of workshops, I learned how the tripod is a landscape photographer’s best friend. It provides for sharp images while using slow shutter speeds due to low light. And of course, you need several lenses to have variety. I had a long lens, a wide-angle, and a macro. The backpack I used to carry the gear was heavy. What I found out about myself and evolved into as a photographer over these last six years has allowed me to widdle my gear down, drop my backpack size, and take with me only what I really use. The less gear I have to manage the more time I have to shoot. But let’s not skip ahead.

March in the desert southwest is beautiful. Quite often there are amazing cactus and wildflower blooms and plenty of locations to photograph. However, not that year. 2015 was a less than stellar year in nature’s wildflower industry so we opted for one of Arizona’s State Parks: Boyce Thompson Arboretum near Globe, Arizona east of Phoenix. There was plenty on this beautiful property to keep us busy for two days.

Black and white images can be dramatic and powerful, especially when shooting urban scenes. I tend to turn nature images into black and white when A) the color is not a significant part of the image or B) I can’t get the color right in post-processing.

This image was super contrasty as I shot it mid-day and din’t use my tripod or diffuser. To help with that issue I turned it into a low contrast black and white image.

 I believe it was this workshop where I first began really noticing and being fascinated with shadows.

I did break out my macro lens and capture these little red guys crawling all over a cactus flower.

Nature’s patterns are everywhere! Shooting macro without a tripod can be difficult as the depth of focus is sometimes as thin as a credit card. Few people can hold steady enough to keep the subject in focus at that level. What I began to realize but couldn’t articulate for several more years is that I’m more of a close-up photographer as opposed to true macro.

This image shows the depth of focus situation. The stamen around the glob in the center are in focus while the glob in the middle is not.

But, at the end of the day, my favorite images were things made by “man” in beautiful surroundings.

 

If you’d like an opportunity to photograph wildflowers in Northern Arizona PhotoScapes is hosting a workshop in Flagstaff August 15th with photographer Amy Horn. I’ll be her sidekick photo guide. Click here for more information or to sign up! https://ahps.org/shop/macro-wildflowers-in-flagstaff/

I believe there are a couple of “seats” left so don’t delay. Amy is an excellent instructor and I’m just plain fun.

Stay safe and happy shooting!!

 

 

Same Location, Different Visions

At the end of April, my friend and fellow photographer Amy Horn and I grabbed our cameras, donned masks,  and drove separately 30 minutes west of Flagstaff to photograph downtown, Williams. It was a great time to shoot as the town was largely closed down and the throngs of tourists were safely staying at home. All of the Route 66 signs and buildings were still there.

We played a game we had done once before in Jerome, Arizona. We walked the same street, shot some of the same scenes that caught our eye, and compared notes. It is truly remarkable how different a location looks through a different lens. Of course, this was all accomplished while staying six feet apart.

I’m going to share some of the images we took on that day.

Olympus OMD1 Mark III, 1/640, f/7.1, ISO 200

On the way into town, we came across an abandoned building. We were both struck by the colorful tulips. In one direction was a great old abandoned building. In the other a great old abandoned house.

Below are the windows from the street side of the old house.

Olympus OMD1 Mark III, 1/2500, f/4, ISO 200

 

Olympus OMD1 Mark III, 1/500, f/4, ISO 200

The abandoned building had some great textures and colors in the wood siding that we were both drawn to.

 

Williams has a main street that is all about Route 66, the Mother Road. Many of the signs and buildings here date back to the 1950s.

 

Olympus OMD1 Mark III, 1/320, f/5.6, ISO 200

From here, our interests shifted. I love repeating patterns, Amy found a great storefront window.

Olympus OMD1 Mark III, 1/200, f/5.6, ISO 200

And that was our Pandemic photoshoot in Williams. Stay safe out there, wear masks when around people,  keep that six-foot distance, and hopefully in the not too distant future Amy and I will see you on an Arizona Highways PhotoScapes workshop!

Happy shooting and stay safe out there!!

P.S. – Amy shot with the Olympus (as marked). I shot with the Lumix GX-8, 28-150mm lens.