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Bald Bachelors

From Mount Bachelor (barely visible by the way), to the Fall River, to the outskirts of sage country, dad and I surely know how to make the rounds.

There were also few bald bachelors (bald eagles, and not all that far from Mount Bachelor), who also caught the attention of our inquiring eyes.

Hope you enjoy.

Swaying and crackling with the first frost.

Recycling done right. Makeshift coffee cup.

Bald and Bold.

Beau and I carved our names on this bench back when we were like 15. No joke. We were freezing to death, with a light snow falling all over and around us, I remember shivering nonstop. We were waiting for his parents to pick us up. One of our many trips to the Fall River, and by the end of the day all we could think about was food, primarily barbecued ribs. Remember that Beau? Kasey’s Texas Style Barbecue. “Just call me Teddy.”

What’s left of it.

No spring chicken.

Red Wings viewpoint.

“There you are! What are you doing way up there?”


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.

Around And Around

Sisters to the McKenzie Pass, back to Sisters, over to Tumalo, then back to Sisters. Around and around, through the woods, up and over the pass…twice…we would go.

Not many photos, but it was a good time.

Scott’s Lake. But Scott wasn’t around. Dad kept looking.

If you ever get the chance, especially in late October, hit up the McKenzie Pass Byway. Drops at an incredible pace, but the scenery is awesome. Hues of orange, and with the right sunlight, the canopies above seem on fire.

Salmon habitat. Secret stream.

Closed to angling, closed to throwing flies at lingering trout that were all over the place.

Upper North Fork, Santiam River. Beautiful fall evening.

Dad was swimming right below this spot. Camera and all.

Leaves in fall mode.

Falling Back

Another account of another excursion in the back lands of Oregon. And a detailed commentary, because it’s gotta be told.

Looks like a slow moving stream, where you’d expect trout sipping on midges at a leisurely pace. Not so. It’s just, well, stagnant water that’s probably infested with more mosquito larva than you could ever imagine. The adults? They’d just love to pay you a visit.

Last days before the big freeze.

Dad, looking back. I really like how this photo turned out. Best photos, in my experience, are those that you aren’t expecting.

It’s a she. Hopefully you get it. Think about it for a minute, especially if you’re from Oregon.

Mountain Compass.

You know what, this photo reminds me of something you’d see from the 50’s. Like a 50’s photo. It appears saturated because of how the skies were rolling and living. The barren land, and then there would have to be a Coca Cola ad. That, my friend, would make it official.

Ooh. Changing the colors up. I love the clouds way in the back, just minding their own business, same goes with that big mountain.

If you look carefully, you’ll see my dad up on the top. He was waving. I had to use my 18000mm lens. I was in Keizer, on top of the tower behind my place, when I took this. It’s a special lens, donated by NASA.

“Get out!” I love this photo. I swear, the tree right behind the snag, it’s yelling at the snag to get out of there. You can even see it pointing. Notice? That’s right.

Caterpillars viewpoint. “I can make it, I can do this. I gotta keep at it,” and he crawls and inches towards the canopy which appears on fire, where hues capture the suns rays and toss them into a sea of embers, diamond embers that roll and spin with each breeze. “I can make it, I can do this. Oh sh-,” and a pileated woodpecker glides by. “That was close. That was almost the end. That was too close. I hate this job.”

Vultures snag! Perfect for a turkey! If vultures could speak English, they’d be singing praises atop this snag. Or ravens in the dead of winter.

They look bored. They probably are bored. It’s fall, and they’ve had a long year. But they look beautiful. Props. Mad props. Another great display.

I like taking photos, great pics, with the sun pointing right at me. I love looking at the sun with my lens. My dad does it with his 500mm, and I do it with my 200mm and my wide angle. Wide angle, it just isn’t the same. A telephoto will perform wonders to your retina. 

They look lonely in a sea of lava rock. A big vast black sea of rock. A big black vast sea of…boredom. 

Notice the pattern?

Late evening…fall. And I need coffee before I…fall.