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October hues and a couple casts along the Powder.

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365 Days of Photography with Day Number 51…

Day Number 51…

©365-51Kill the chill. In the middle of this, Dennis and I were discussing Treadstone and Nicky Parsons. Real tradecraft right there. Skills.

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365 Days of Photography with Day Number 49-50…

Day Number 49…

©365-49Lone Haze

Day Number 50…

©365-50Better Places 

Cravers And Misbehavers

I’m always craving streams. It doesn’t matter if I’ve got a fly rod in hand, or my camera, or a coffee, I’m always craving for more. It’s an indulgence that never ceases, especially living here in Oregon. I don’t think these cravings, as simple and yet complex as they may be, will ever go away. So, once again, you’re left with some stream photos and a few other aquatic pictures.

I’m also working on categories, I’ll have them up soon! Promise! Check out my dads photos from earlier by clicking here. Or go to his Home Page.

And the misbehavers? You’ll see further down…

A whole lot of color going on.

Coyotes viewpoint.

Great pool. Right below this gigantic rock was where I slipped and fell, slamming my camera into a rock. Surprisingly nothing happened, and I was surprisingly surprised.

Big leaves are big right now, lining banks and pool beds.

Mallards viewpoint.

Dude, those rocks were something slick and awful. On the other hand, they were insanely beautiful, with hues of orange matter saturating every crevice…thus making them even slicker.

Caddis larva are going to dig all the fresh fallen leaves. Feeding frenzy. 

I dropped my 200mm in between those rocks, watching it slide and bang against other rocks and current, disappearing somewhere far beneath the surface. It was time for it to go. Not really. Never really. Not cool.

Working upstream. Kokanee.

Thick fish, good size. Probably another few weeks of life left.

 They’re not making it up this. Sockeye: Yes. Kokanee: No.

Love the colors.

Beauty along the upper sections of K. Creek.

Misbehaving. Territorial pangs.

“Break it up you two!” Okay, this guy is trying to break up the fight between these two. Total misbehavers.

An Honest Evaluation: Reality Behind The Lens (Sarcasm Set Aside, This Time)

I’ve been asked a few different times for a more “real,” more “authentic” opinion on how I feel about my photos, and what’s going through my head when the shutter goes off.

I’m going to make this short, because most would rather view than read.

Also, my new website is taking time to build. Thanks for your patience. I will keep this up as well, but maybe more as blog, letting people know where I’ll be shooting or what some of my photos reveal at an “emotional level.” My new site will be photos only.

1. This was up on French Creek. I give it a four, on a scale from one to ten. It’s a four, maybe a three and a half, but the ferns give it a four at best. So, a solid four it is.

2. Dads Jetta. The colors got the better of me, and I thought it might have been a good angle. Kind of like something you’d see in a car mag. It’s simple and it gets the point across.

Some may be wondering why my copyright has grown in size and font. It’s pretty simple. I recently noticed a pic of mine being used, and it’s no big deal, except that they intentionally trimmed out my copyright and name. It’s also nice because if someone wants to use a new photo of mine, like in an ad or anything like that, trimming is going to be a real pain. They’ll have to get the original from me instead.

3. Simple fall pic up at Breitenbush. I have another photo that I took in the same spot, with the camera at a slightly different angle, for a different feeling in a different frame. This photo was aimed more at the orange and yellows on the distant maple. Beyond that, you can catch a glimpse of my dad.

 4. This is the other photo taken right after photo number 3. This would also be a great pic if shot in monochrome.

5. Another fall photo up on French Creek. I was feeling sick, and my head was throbbing with every step. Getting out is always good, but I was starting to feel that maybe staying on the couch or in bed might have been a wiser decision. My issue? I can’t seem to stay still.

6. This was another perspective on French Creek. As you can tell, I really enjoy moving streams.

7. I really enjoyed this area. In just a another couple of riffles, this stream joins Breitenbush River. I’d give this photo a four. It’s got a soft blur going on. This wasn’t hard to accomplish, I just focused on the leaves and the rocks towards the bottom of the photo.

 8. By this time, my whole body had this aching thing going on. I thought I was beating the cold and the runny nose and the this and the that plaguing my body. Nope. It felt like it was starting all over. However, I knew that if I put my tripod in the middle of the stream, and at the right angle… I just really like this photo. It’s a great pic. I’d give it a solid seven.

9. This was taken on Breitenbush River. I wanted to emphasize on the small trickles that turned into miniature falls.

10. This photo was taken in the same area as number 8. It’s just a horizontal shot rather than vertical. It has a softness as well.

11. Vertical shot, and I was really going for the feeling of fall found along the the banks. Especially the soft colors, extending up past the trunks and into the canopies, where a blur of change was happening.

12. I really like how there is so much going in this photo, I feel it gives this photo more life. The feeling of the trees, and how the hues are taking their turns on the different maples in the area, it really sets the tone.

 13. This was aimed at the leaf. I took two of this position. One with water appeal, and the other with more of a background appeal. You’ll catch a glimpse of it further down.

14. Another bank shot, vertical. Skies were darkening, while the sun dipped below surrounding hills that turned into mountains, appearing dark and mysterious along with the late evening hues.

15. Same shot as number 13, just with a soft color present in the background. I achieved this by leaving my shutter open for a tad bit longer, and directing it towards more light.

16. One of my favorites from yesterday. It’s simple and yet I feel it’s brilliant, because it’s exactly what I was going for. The feeling of it, the colors, and the dark and bright soft spots, and you can’t miss the distinguished white bark of the towering fall alder. It’s simply a great pic.

17. Feast of friends for the rising trout. An aging stonefly, caught in a brief pause, followed by a quick photo.

18. This was my favorite photo from yesterday. I was feeling very sick, with a great head cold going on, totally wiped out, but I wanted to keep going. When the shutter sounded, and the display screen lit up, I knew I had struck gold. I remember yelling, “Dad, I got a good one.” It’s simply a great pic. I give it a solid 8.5.