Color Spotting
Too tired to evict the cat from my lap and head for bed, so I guess I will make another post. :}
The rain is finally here in Oregon, which I greet with mixed emotions. I enjoyed the last three weeks of blue skies and bright leaves, but when push comes to shove, overcast is considerably better for photographing the autumn colors. Something about the grey sky just makes the colors pop like straight sun just can't.
I took a walk in the light rain around my neighborhood yesterday afternoon, and Simon decided to follow me: he believes he must accompany his humans whenever they are out on foot, lest they forget to let him back inside again. He really wasn't being the least bit cooperative as far as the photography went: he was meowing piteously the whole time and alternately lagging behind and then catching up rapidly without the least thought for my focusing time. Nevertheless, I managed to manipulate him into a few decent backgrounds and shot fast enough to get him Almost sharp.
Afterwards, I talked DEC into a long, gas-tank emptying drive yesterday afternoon and evening along the Clackamas River and then back through the Mt. Hood corridor on Hwy 26. (And yet, as we'd filled up for $2.21 on Friday, who cares?) It was a thoroughly beautiful drive, although I did not stop often for photographs. I did finally pull over as we were about to leave the river and shot some close-ups of the rushing water.
It was a nice drive which I will probably add to the list to take again next year or so. There was about 7 miles of gravel road between the river and Timothy Lake on the way out which I did not anticipate: I am glad it wasn't dark, 'cause it was scary enough in the daylight. Dad says he thinks there was a paved option if I'd looked harder. :} On the way down the mountain we tried to stop for pizza at "Paolo's Family Pizza Barn" in Sandy, but it was too crowded and the downstairs smelled of cigarettes to boot. So, we stopped at Wall Street pizza a mile up the road. I'd been to the Gresham branch a few times in the past: this one had much less "character" in the dining room than the barn, but was also uncrowded and serves Very good pizza - their secret ingredient is garlic, and Lots of it. I noticed as we were leaving that the smell unavoidably pervades everything, and this is fine: the point is, it wasn't the smell of Burnt garlic. Somehow the cafe at work manages to burn the stuff every time they cook with it, and the acrid reek of singed garlic has nearly driven me out of the dining room a few times of late.
A few more shots from the trip are
The rain is finally here in Oregon, which I greet with mixed emotions. I enjoyed the last three weeks of blue skies and bright leaves, but when push comes to shove, overcast is considerably better for photographing the autumn colors. Something about the grey sky just makes the colors pop like straight sun just can't.
I took a walk in the light rain around my neighborhood yesterday afternoon, and Simon decided to follow me: he believes he must accompany his humans whenever they are out on foot, lest they forget to let him back inside again. He really wasn't being the least bit cooperative as far as the photography went: he was meowing piteously the whole time and alternately lagging behind and then catching up rapidly without the least thought for my focusing time. Nevertheless, I managed to manipulate him into a few decent backgrounds and shot fast enough to get him Almost sharp.
Afterwards, I talked DEC into a long, gas-tank emptying drive yesterday afternoon and evening along the Clackamas River and then back through the Mt. Hood corridor on Hwy 26. (And yet, as we'd filled up for $2.21 on Friday, who cares?) It was a thoroughly beautiful drive, although I did not stop often for photographs. I did finally pull over as we were about to leave the river and shot some close-ups of the rushing water.
It was a nice drive which I will probably add to the list to take again next year or so. There was about 7 miles of gravel road between the river and Timothy Lake on the way out which I did not anticipate: I am glad it wasn't dark, 'cause it was scary enough in the daylight. Dad says he thinks there was a paved option if I'd looked harder. :} On the way down the mountain we tried to stop for pizza at "Paolo's Family Pizza Barn" in Sandy, but it was too crowded and the downstairs smelled of cigarettes to boot. So, we stopped at Wall Street pizza a mile up the road. I'd been to the Gresham branch a few times in the past: this one had much less "character" in the dining room than the barn, but was also uncrowded and serves Very good pizza - their secret ingredient is garlic, and Lots of it. I noticed as we were leaving that the smell unavoidably pervades everything, and this is fine: the point is, it wasn't the smell of Burnt garlic. Somehow the cafe at work manages to burn the stuff every time they cook with it, and the acrid reek of singed garlic has nearly driven me out of the dining room a few times of late.
A few more shots from the trip are