Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Dinner Party


You Are My Sunshine


She was singing a lullaby to her niece

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear just how I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

"That's a very sad song to be singing to her," I said.

"What do you mean? I'm singing you are my sunshine, you make me happy."

"Yeah everyone thinks it's a happy song because everyone knows the chorus because it was in a commercial, but nobody knows the verses, about a guy pining over his lost love. Most people don't know that. Even the first verse."

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you by my side
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried

"Oh."

"But then comes the chorus, the happy hot dog and mustard TV commercial part."

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear just how I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

"Oh," she replied, "Well now it sounds sad. Don't take my sunshine away?"

"Yeah and it gets worse. The next verse he talks about how she left him."

You once told me you'd always love me
And that no one could come between
And then you left me to love another
You shattered all my dreams

"Oh my."

"And then he gets downright bitter."

I'll always love you and make you happy
If you would only say the same
But if you leave me to love another
You will regret it all someday

"Aw."

"He's basically saying, straight up, you'll be sorry when I'm gone. But then it goes back to the happy verse."

You are my sunshine my only sunshine
You make me happy--

"Okay! Okay! Sheesh, I'll find a different lullaby to sing."

"Why? It's such a happy song. Catchy, too."








Thursday, June 29, 2017

Rock Bottom

The view from the top of an evening solo descent can be... daunting

"So how long did it take you to get down?"

It was early morning at the bottom of the Grand Canyon and I was chatting with a blonde Australian woman from Phoenix. In my sleep-deprived addled state I struggled to formulate an answer.

"I don't know, four, five hours? Huh, I can't seem to do math right now, I guess I got in pretty late last night. Um, seven? No, I was definitely on the trail by four-thirty in the afternoon. So by nine it was, uh, I got to the river at eight-thirty so, four-thirty minus eight forty-five, whatever that is. Plus this morning I woke up at first breakfast call I was so excited. Watched the sunrise, sort of. So, um, yeah, tired. But happy," I grinned.

"Was that you who got in so late? Everyone's been talking about you, this one headlamp coming down the canyon wall. Did you really do all that in one day?"

Ah, I thought, so you arrive late and exhausted, have a few beers and brag to everyone, and word gets around, this crazy guy who gets on a plane in the morning and hikes down that same night. I guess I did talk pretty loud over a few beers in the cantina, and then after a few beers did go back out into the night with some drunk Frenchmen to chase the rising moon. Now I could use my typical self-effacing humor to deflect from all that boastful derring-do, I could laugh it off, or I could say the one thing that just popped into my head which just might cement my reputation as a local legend.

"I had to," I replied, "I had tickets to see Hamilton Saturday night."









Part 1: The Plan

A must-see show on Saturday, tickets bought months in advance, and a last minute bed reserved at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Which bucket-list item to choose? Or, as the Australian woman and I said in near-unison, "Why not both?" I don't know at what point I first wondered if it's actually possible, but when I did the math, 6AM flight, 8AM rental car in Vegas, and five hour drive puts me in the Grand Canyon backcountry office comfortably by 2pm. Wait out the hottest part of the day and start down at 4 or 5. Get to camp by nine.

In reality, delays and minor bouts of disorganization take their toll, but if that's kept to a minimum, the thing is doable.

Downloaded a map on the AllTrails app. Had a paper map and compass for backup, but really the trails  are so well marked it would be difficult to get lost. 

Pack everything Friday, double-check and repack Saturday morning, see the show, get some sleep. Early flight Sunday morning.



Part 2: The Descent Alone

"Did my hiker get off?" the shuttle bus driver asked everyone as I checked my pack one last time. The other shuttle passengers answered, "Yes." I walked out past the front of the bus and gave him a thumbs-up and we were both on our respective ways. In my hand was "the beast," a Canon 6D with 17-40mm f/4L, Canon's lightest full-frame 35mm digital camera and the lightest "L" lens, but the combo was still 1.25kg strapped to my right hand. Just like power-walking with weights. With a hiking pole in my left hand I was ready for the long walk down.

My first goal was to get safely down to a bunk bed waiting for me at the bottom. Confident in that, I turned to my photographic goals. I had two pictures in mind. I'd seen a picture of the trail going down Cedar Ridge and wanted to try my hand at that. Then, I wanted to be at a nice scenic spot when the sun got low and bathed the canyon in warm shadows. 

Rangers ask a lot of questions when you show up with full pack and request a backcountry map late in the afternoon. As the backcountry folks told me, it's not typical, but people have done it. Before I got on that shuttle bus I had this conversation.

Ranger: "You're going down now?"

Me: "Yes."

"So you're hiking at night."

"Yep. At least the last hour I figure."

"You have a headlamp?"

"I have two, just in case." I didn't mention my cell phone could also be a light source of last resort because really, I'd already explained how I have a GPS map and want paper as more of a security blanket and I would have loved to have shown her my high end compass -slash- emergency signal mirror but the questions kept coming. 

"Water?"

"Four liters."

"Salty snacks?"

"The saltiest. Salt and Vinegar Pringles is my jam. Plus jerky, bars and gels and various things. This pack is full of snacks."

And so it went on until she, satisfied I wouldn't be annoying her later with a need to be rescued, handed me the map. I said thank you and made my way to the shuttle stop to meet the friendly bus driver who would be taking me to the trailhead. 

The good news? Instead of 110degF I was expecting, it was 80F when I arrived, and 80 in the desert is a nice spring day. So with that bit of luck, camera in hand and pack on back, I was able to make good time and not be quite so worried about heat, thirst, etc., really my toes got the worst of that seven mile, five thousand foot descent. It was a gorgeous day.

The first part of the trail, near the top, was not lacking for company, people having a good time, and couples enjoying a walk. 

When I got to Cedar Ridge, I tried my hand at framing the picture I thought I wanted. I long ago made peace with the fact that before any trip there's the picture I think I want, my expectation, the way I imagine it will be, and then afterwords I find the shot I didn't expect, somewhere surprising, and that's the image that makes the trip. 

This is the trail down Cedar Ridge. 

The sun was going to get low soon, so I hurried through switchbacks to get to a point with views of the canyon wall.

A lot of landscape photography is chasing the sun. It goes faster than you might think. 



















I wanted to be in a nice scenic spot when the sun and the shadows are just so...

This is about where I stopped seeing other people on the trail, and soon it was night. You don't really see the sun set from inside the canyon. The shadows fall and it just gets dark. Eventually I was navigating by headlamp. Eventually I was obsessively checking my watch and GPS tracking exactly where I was at every moment. Eventually I was just putting one foot in front of the other, trusting camp was down the trail and I'd get to it, eventually. 

After four hours, eight miles, and five thousand vertical feet, I had to cross a bridge over the Colorado River in the dark. 

Fifteen minutes later I was in the Phantom Ranch cantina with a group of French tourists, drinking beer and swapping stories.

Part 3: Phantom Ranch, aka Rock Bottom

Who says hitting rock bottom can't be fun?







Part 4: Ascend with Friends

If I got lucky weather for my descent the way back up was unbelievable. The night before we had an argument over whether to start at 2AM or 4AM. Someone heard somewhere that it wasn't going to be very hot the next day, so naturally we voted over some objections to start at four. That means getting to the top around noon, which can be very hot. In the summer. Which it was.

For the ascent I put a 50mm on the 6D making the lightest configuration for that camera. For the most part, 50mm was fine, except when I saw the moon setting behind the canyon walls. I had to stop, change lenses to the tele, take this picture...
...and then back to the 50mm and eventually catching up with everyone.

The weather? A high of 70F! That is practically unheard of in June. We had a great time in the eight hours we took going up, including stops for breakfast, coffee, a second mid-morning coffee break, and posing for pictures.



Epilogue: Equipment etc.

The camera for this trip is my trusty beast, the Canon 6D (770g) with the 17-40mm wide angle zoom (475g), my 70-200 f/4L IS (760g) and the "nifty-fifty" 50mm f/1.8 (162g). The first half of the descent I had my wide angle zoom for a single-hand carried weight of 1.25kg, then switching to the telephoto for a camera weight of 1.5kg. The way back up, with the fifty I was carrying a full frame 35mm DSLR that weighs less than a kilogram in my hand. Altogether just over 3kg of camera, including a carbon fiber tripod I didn't use.. Not bad for hiking. 

Also in the pack, a multi-tool, compass, first aid kit, sunscreen, camping stove, food for 2 days, snacks, water, a rain poncho I didn't need, and hiking pole. Plus spare clothes and a pair of Keens for camp shoes.




After we got back I saw a condor but wasn't quick enough to catch it gliding off into the distance.


That evening we watched sunset from the rim.



And then, sunrise.







Wednesday, June 7, 2017

White Out




The morning after the "moonglow" photo I forgot to change the camera settings and took this wildly overexposed shot from the garage. (1/8sec, f/2.8, ISO 6400)

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Moonlit Napa Nights

Friends gather

For words and drinks

Laughs and loves

Sharing

All of that

Under a lunar halo

Moon and Jupiter

Together

In the hazy night sky








The truth is not quite as poetic. We gathered by the pool after dinner and I looked up and said, "Woah! Look at that halo around the moon!" and everyone else was like, "Woah!" and I jumped out of the hot tub, ran, dripping wet and cold, to the house, grabbed my Lumix micro-4/3rds camera and spent the next fifteen minutes lying on my belly in the grass to get this 1/3 second manual focus exposure at f/1.7 and ISO 3200. Thank goodness for image stabilization and friends who understand quirky obsession, the aesthetic method to my madness. Developing this picture was trickier than most. 

Monday, June 5, 2017

Sunset Rose


You think of a rose as this flawless thing of beauty, a studio sculpture of petals crowning a stem of artfully arranged thorns and leaves. In my wanderings I could find no such perfect flower, and when sunset came I found myself facing a rose that had weathered the elements, damaged, flawed, slowly wilting in the dying light of day. I found a rose standing in the real world, exposed to the weather all its life, a history written in sunburns, tears, and imperfections. I don't try to improve its appearance, pluck the unsightly black petals or hide its stipule scars. I dare not touch it for fear my clumsy attempts cause further damage. This isn't something made to my own desires. I came to it, and photographed, and let it be the flower that it is.

You think of a sunset as a peaceful, calm, serene thing. In reality it is a fiery dynamic wave rolling across the landscape. The Earth has a light side and a dark side, and sunset is that razor thin border between the two. Standing on the surface of our planet we rotate through this meridian at a thousand miles per hour, passing through all the colors in a precious few minutes. To capture a sunset picture I arrive at the appointed hour and wait patiently.  The colors move east to west from my perspective, so I watch both opposite horizons. When the sunset hits its peak, I spring to action, already in place to take the picture I think I want, the vineyard, then run across the road for another one, to gain as many different perspectives as I can while the moment lasts, and then back again to the rose bush which I only later discover is the best picture, the centerpiece around which all the other images revolve. Soon it's over, the story ends, colors fade, and we depart.







Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Summer is Here



Really I think the picture says it all. This is just what you do in Napa.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Negative Space


I want to feel the confidence of a tiny boat bobbing across an endless sea.

Fire-Proof Safe

You have a house. You have stuff. You want to keep it safe at night. You buy a lock box. 



The first question when shopping for a home safe is what do you want to put in it. Big things? Little things? Jewelry? Documents? Photo albums? Going through this exercise made me realize the only possessions I have that are truly irreplaceable are my data. Pictures and videos of loved ones in exotic locales. Fun we had. How young we were. You're not getting that back and all you can keep in this modern world is memories and digital shadows cast in micrometric silicon.

Protect it. Guard it jealously. Copy and save every last pixel. Store it in three places, at least one offsite. Someone will steal your laptop, you'll lose your backpack, your hard drive will fail, your house will burn down. Someday you will find an old picture you never noticed before and zoom in as far as you possibly can and wish you could keep zooming into more and more detail until you feel like you're back there again, that moment in time. You'll want to save in native resolution for that.

So it goes, I have the raw camera data on a portable hard drive backed up to another external hard drive at home and uploaded to cloud storage just in case. Keenai promises unlimited photo storage and I intend to take advantage of it. We'll see, I'm still on my extended free trial and I'm still uploading digital negatives. The finished photos are on my laptop, google photos, Keenai, and a few other sharing sites.

So if there's a fire, or burglars, or aliens researching human nostalgia, we can feel better knowing the sentimental jewelry is safe, the hard-to-replace documents are secure, the equipment is insured, and the data is backed up. I know I will always have my pictures.


That's one less thing to worry about.

Photographing the Grand Canyon


Don't. You'll be disappointed. You're not going to get any picture that hasn't already been done better. Don't even bother with the camera. Okay, do, but don't expect anything. Expect it can be a challenge, an exercise, a test of your skill, but if you're pointing your camera towards a big hole in the ground and snapping the button you won't be showing off photos with any real wow factor, not like you would expect. The Grand Canyon has wow factor when you see it in person, and yet somehow the grandeur doesn't compress into a twenty megapixel jpeg file.

Plus the light is terrible. The sky is bright and the canyon is dark. The clouds are completely blown out fields of white, and the canyon is various shades of black. This sort of snapshot is best used as a frustrating exercise in post-processing. If you're serious about getting a good picture you can bring a set of graduated filters and spend lots of time finding the right combination of darkening the sky and exposing various depths of the earth while your friends stand around bored. I'd rather not, most of the time.

Not to say it isn't fun. Walking around, looking for compositions, trying new angles, posing, and generally looking for cool stuff you haven't seen before, it's part of any good vacation. It's also an opportunity to be social. Because everyone has a camera, and sunsets are the enthusiast photographers' watering hole. It's fun to watch the sunset, fun to line up with everyone, discuss the weather, the equipment, lenses, and play a round of what have you seen today. It's fun to at times turn the camera away from the sunset and towards the people.


Okay, so it isn't realistic to go to the Grand Canyon and not take pictures. And as much as I warn against it, I can't resist taking the same photo from the same view everybody else does, so let's get that out of the way. The first day I walked around with only a 50mm lens. And you can take a sub-par photo, convert it to high contrast black and white, and have something kind of, okay.

Occasionally you'll mindlessly snap a photo, say of the rising full moon, and later on think, I kind of like how that looks. Good enough for memories.

If you're really lucky you'll get bad weather and have lots of clouds, fog, and snow in your picture. Better than the typical sunny day from the observation deck railing.

Better yet, don't photograph the canyon, take snapshots of people and use the canyon as a backdrop. Like a cowboy leading a mule train.


Or how happy you are to be at a place called Ooh-Aah Point.


Or just living on the edge.


Finally, if you insist on doing the typical canyon shot, you can take two approaches. You can try to subtly bring out the details to get a somewhat realistic view that doesn't look like you've spent an hour fiddling with the color balance. Trying for the natural look. (full disclosure: it doesn't hurt to nudge up the orange and blue saturation, just try not to look like you're doing that!)



Or you can point your camera directly into the blazing sun, exposure bracket the crap out of everything, and go for a look that's completely stylized and to hell with the purists.


The pictures don't do anything justice. It's simply better being there.