365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #53. Including “Story Time With Paul.”
Here is number 53…
Included Bonus: “Story Time With Paul”
For starters, nonstop rain. Nonstop. Every time I’m on the coast, and the weather is absolutely relentless with showers, sideways and stinging and with this and with that…I always think of Lewis and Clark. I remember in their journals, “Nonstop rain. Everyday. I can’t take this. What am I going to do. Where am I at. They call this Oregon. I call this misery.” That’s a loose version, a very loose version of how they described the wonderful weather in the dreary months that lay ahead.
My camera got soaked. Absolutely soaked. Always good on Canon products. Nothing quite like a wet lens and body.
This was number 53. It’s not much, but it’ll have to work. My lens was wet, I was dodging sneaker waves, desperately trying to keep my feet dry.
I had set my tripod and left it somewhere behind me. Turns out I didn’t even need it. One good sized wave came in. I turned, and there was over a foot of water cruising through the legs. I thought, “That’s it! There goes my tripod.” But, alas, it held its ground.
So, I’m turning back around for a quick shot while showers pummel and soak every open surface available. Suddenly I feel this great gust, and I’m pushed back. I turn and suddenly I’m smacked in the other direction when a sneaker wave wrapped itself around my knees, sending me into a moment of pure shock.
After I made it back to my rig, I cranked up the heat, and laid clothes out to dry. Then I headed back into Lincoln City, wet and hungry. Salmon sounded great. A good and healthy snack. So, I stopped by the Dory Cove, and grabbed a pound of smoked Chinook.
“Where’s my coffee? I need a coffee, like bad.” Then I found this cute little warm and fuzzy cafe, with internet. Beach Town Coffee.That’s where I now reside for the time being. Then it’s back out, fighting this awful weather, while heading back to the valley.
And that’s how not to spend your evening on the beach.