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Bridgeport, Summer of 2005:
Artsy Photos
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This is a small, but beautifully decaying bridge just outside of camp. I got the shot just as a car drove across it which made a nice addition to the frosted water. Last year I made a few sketches of the bridge, this year I took a few photos. The photos are prettier, but I like the sketches more. |
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You can't tell from the photo, but the water's actually quite stagnent. The surface is very calm and surrounded by shedding trees. Even though the lake's technically in the middle of bear country and turns into a mosquito-infested bog, I found it quite enchanting. |
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He's a Stellar's Jay; I call him a mo-hawk blue-jay. When you see them in person, the hop around and constantly wrap their heads around from one side to the other, curiously surveying the ground for food, as their mo-hawks take on a variety of shapes and positions. They remind me of rather charming chickens. |
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This is . She and her family are the ones who first invited me up to Bridgeport. She and I were hiking along the ridge of a small mountain trying to catch the last rays of light sinking behind the mountains when we decided to stop and take pictures of eachother. We're much more beautiful than the sunset ;) |
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This came about while I was playing with campfire photography and focus trailing. I think it turned out rather well and makes a nice addition to the campfire photos I took last year. |
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This is a picture from the ghost town of Bodie. It use to be a thriving mining town during the CA goldrush, but a massive fire, started by a kid playing with matches, largely killed of its adventurer appeal and the town slowly withered. The part I found most entertaining is that the town was known for its very popular and very successful red-light district, but the prostitutes weren't allowed to be buried in town...hypocrites. |
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This withered globe resides in the old school house of Bodie. I call the photo "If Bush ruled the world." |
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Here's an amazingly adorable Wudga-wee; or as you'd call him, a Golden Ground Squirrel. They're considerably skittish little creatures and after a day or so of feeding them peanuts (which the park services strongly recommends you don't) they'll come and politely grab peanuts from your hands when offered. So, so, so, so inanely cute...I wonder if it's legal to have a squirrel as a pet in CA. |
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This is a picturesque fallen tree not far from the camp. The area's prone to avalanches and bears largely inhabit the area (although I have not yet encountered one) so fallen trees occur more often than Mormons have children. I like this shot a lot because of the contrasting colors between the reds of the fallen seedlings and the green on the opposite bank. |
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These are Steve's hands. One morning I woke up at 5:30 to fetch the cream of the crop doughnuts, apple fritters, from the bakery ten miles away in town. Unfortunately when I arrived they had not yet been cooked. The owner of the small family run business, Steve, invited me in and generously walked me through the process of making doughnuts and allowed me to snap a few photos. It turns out that Steve's the second generation of the bakery and his son, who was also there helping make the confectionary delights, is the third. Steve's father opened the bakery in 1952, the year Steve was born, and Steve has been helping make doughnuts since he was a wee little tot. I love family-run businesses; I wish there were more out here. Thanks, Steve. |
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Every morning began with a cup of tea, either green or red, and when you spend enough time with any one person, place, object, etc. you really begen to notice how beautiful it is. You become acquainted with its subtle graces and unique beauties. So on the fourteenth morning of tea I did my best to capture its beauty; I think my attemp was rather successful :) |
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All too often, people forget the beauty of death and destruction. They let it slip their minds that we depend on the deaths of other things in order to survive. This isn't the most graphic representation of this notion (that death can be beautiful), but it does illustrate how the partial destruction of a wood log can leave behind truly amazing features. |
The next five photos aren't framed because they aren't artistic compositions as much as they are memories (and bragging rights) of the trip (I'm not saying that they're not beautiful, but sometimes I feel bad simply capturing nature and calling it my art since nature's so beautiful on its own):
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That's standing just before a glacial pack at 11,000 feet. That's the highest I've ever hiked before in my life. Granted, we did start at 8,500, but 11,000 still very high up. Tani unfortunately got elevation sickness when we got back down - next time we'll take more time acclimating. |
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These are falls along horse creek which farther upstream feeds the lake I shot above. The hikes nice and very picturesque (as almost everything is up there) but Tani and I went on a trail that lasted much longer than we thought and left us quite tired in the end (but with a great sense of accomplishment). One great aspect of the trail was the hundreds of butterflies. Once we got just beyond the point where most hikers turn around (because they're lazy and/or fat) we hit a grove where dozens and dozens of butterflies flew out of the bushes with ever step we took. It felt like a scene from a movie, one of the moments that feels unreal and afterwards you find yourself wondering if it really happened. |
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This is a sunset over the Toiyabe National Forest the day before a heavy storm rolled in. The treacherous weather that followed didn't dampen our spirits though; it came in half way through our two-week stay and presented a pleasant, temporary change of climate. |
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These are shots of sunset over the Matterhorn Peak just after the storm. The storm brought in the loudest and most powerful thunder I had ever heard. It rumbled the room in a way that no high-end sound system could even dream of matching. It showed us flash floods and bursts of hail. It presented testaments of power that no human could ever dream of rivaling. And afterwards I took my little electronic camera and went to see if lightning really did strike twice in the same spot :D |
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Here's Tamrack Lake. She sits at the end of a five mile hike that ascends two thousand feet to an elevation of 9,600 above sea level. After we got here, Tani and I went across large talus slopes, through marsh thickets, and up to the next lake before a nearly impassable ridge, Hunewill Lake. Hunewill's even more beautiful than Tamarck and much colder as well. The water's so clear you can see every little arctic fish swimming at the bottom. The air's clean, crisp, clear, and quiet. This is one of those few places where your feet can take you much farther than your imagination. I stupidly stumbled and fell into some stinging nettle plants on the way down, but it was worth the trip. |
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