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One good beer deserves another. I didn’t enjoy this as much as the Black Butte, but it was still damn good. The photo I like a lot more. Remote flashes just open up a whole new world of photographic fun…

Black Butte Porter.  First sip left a good enough impression that I wanted to take its picture…and remember to buy it again!

A week ago, on June 24th, 2010, my little brother got hitched.  Aside from being outdoors during a heat wave, the whole affair went off quite well with, I think, a happy couple and happy guests. I enjoyed having lots of subjects to photograph, and I think wedding photos make a great excuse for a flash gallery, so here it is:

• The Flash Gallery
• The Simple Gallery – In case you prefer something less flashy

Mary and I spent an awesome Fourth of July weekend camping and hiking at the Tuolumne Meadows area of Yosemite. I love this place; especially at this time of year. Green meadows, babbling brooks, snow streaked mountains, waterfalls, and the occasional remnant snow patch. Also, it was not nearly as crowded as Yosemite Valley was, I’m sure. The valley in the summer, especially on a holiday weekend, is a traffic jam. Here, people are much more manageable; and once we got a mile into the wilderness, there’s hardly anybody at all. The meadows were teaming with wildlife, especially deer and marmots. Lots of marmots.

We spent Friday night at the Tuolumne Meadows Campground. It was full when we got there, but fortunately they have a backpackers section where you can spend the night before/night after you hit the trail. Saturday morning we took off south down Rafferty Creek trail, heading for the Vogalsang lake area. We ended up camping next to Fletcher Lake at 10,160ft, in a little grove of trees next to an open meadow, next to a cliff overlooking the valley we had just climbed up. There is something very relaxing about setting up a tent by yourself in a perfect alpine meadow and cooking a mountain house for dinner.

As long as I’m in California I think a trip to Tuolumne after the snow melts and Tioga Pass opens is going to be an annual tradition.

More photos are on flickr. You can check-out/download the GPS track on trimbleoutdoors.com.

As planned after the first trip a couple weeks prior, I went back down to Leo Carrillo beach on the night of the last full moon. I was able to convince Mary to come as well, so we took off after work and got there just before sunset. The sun went down, the moon came up, and we climbed out onto a rocky outcropping. It was clear from the start that we should be concerned about the incoming waves. Mary certainly told me as much. But…the rock was dry. At first, I was all worried, and would be ready to run or cover the camera every time a wave came in. But they kept coming, and nothing ever made it up onto the rock for at least 20 minutes. I got comfortable; unconcerned. Then the big one came, doused both of us, doused the camera on the tripod, and practically filled the camera bag containing lenses and other assorted gear with salt water. We dried the gear off as best we could right there on the rock, in the dark. Then we went back to the car to continue with paper towels. Then we finally got home and I cleaned everything as best I could with Kim wipes, cotton swaps, and IPA. It’s been over a week now, and so far no signs of problems. It’s not as much of an adventure if you come home dry, I suppose.

It was not a complete failure, though most shots did not come out as great as I’d hoped.

Moonrise:

Mary, shortly before the ocean sent us scurrying away:

I was bored this evening, and decided to go for a drive down to the PCH a little before sunset, figuring I would try to get some long ocean exposures. I think one usually tries to do these things when the moon is full, as opposed to tonight when it is barely a sliver. But I’m not particularly good at planning or patience, and I rarely regret driving to the beach through Decker Canyon, so what the heck. I think they turned out decent, anyway. After the fairly brief twilight window, though, I found myself short on light. They are all 30 second exposures. I broke my remote shutter release cable when we were at the Racetrack, and haven’t replaced it yet.

I include this final shot mostly to point out that, though they are clear as day in the picture, it was quite dark and while I was there I had no idea this couple was up on the rocks.

It is hard to find too much positive to say about the LDS church, but I can say that they have some impressive gardens at Temple Square in Salt Lake City in the Spring.

It seems I’m getting a bit flower crazy lately…

Jumping back a bit tonight to the Antelope Valley/Red Rock Canyon weekend. Before we spent the night out at Red Rock, we spent the afternoon in the Antelope Valley checking out the bright, safety-orange colored hillsides of the poppy preserve and surrounding areas. If you are in Southern California, and you haven’t seen these…well, my guess is you’ve pretty much missed it for this year. But next April you should definitely check it out. It is pretty neat.

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A few weeks ago, I and nine other adventurous souls headed back to Death Valley for the weekend. Our primary objective for the trip was to make it out to the Racetrack Playa. The playa is a large, flat surface of hardened mud, cracked into a rather appealing texture. During the winter, it often gets flooded and stays wet and muddy, but in the spring it quickly dries.

Prior to leaving, and right up to the moment at Scotty’s Castle where we decided to go for it, we questioned whether driving all the way out there in our not-so-rugged, low-clearance vehicles was a wise idea. Although I don’t usually picture myself as the conservative one, I in particular was very hesitant to drive the Prius out there, fearing vehicle damage, major hassles, or expensive towing fees when something broke. The big concern, from everything I’ve read, is that the rocks on the 27 mile long unmaintained road puncture tires; often more than one. The lady working at Scotty’s Castle, when asked, said “No way, don’t go. About once a week someone gets stranded out there and it can be $1500 to get towed out.” And I didn’t even have a full-size spare. If I had been alone, I would almost certainly not have gone; but since we had three vehicles, I figured our chances of being stranded were low, and..what the hell. So we drove nice and slow for two hours or so until we made it! Along the way we passed teakettle junction: A fork in the road where people decorate the sign with old teakettles.

Here is the view approaching the Playa from the north:

One of the cool features of the playa is the rocks that slide across it, leaving tracks in the mud that zig zag in all sorts of directions, and last for years. I’ve not heard a conclusive explanation for how they move, and as far as I know no-one has seen or recorded them moving, but I think it is some combination of wind and water pushing them across a slick, muddy surface. After it rains, a lot of water from the surrounding mountains runs down onto the playa, and I believe the winds through there can get very fast. When were first arrived, we parked up by the grandstand and ran out onto the playa. I had read that the best sliding rocks were at the southern end, so I set off walking that direction. I quickly learned that the playa is a LOT bigger than it looks. I kept walking, running, walking. When I looked back, the grandstand had gotten a lot further, but the south end did not look any closer. In the end, we gave up walking and returned to the grandstand for a bit. We then drove down to the south end, but by the time we found the good rock tracks, it was already getting very dark.

In the end, we made it in and out with no problems. I’m not quite as confident about it as Kendall is, but it was a calculated risk. I’m sure many people do have problems, and the fact that our three cars were fine does not say much about the actual odds of getting stuck with two flats. Definitely, if you are going, bring supplies (food, water, sleeping bag) to spend a couple of days/nights comfortably. I’m not sure I would do it in the middle of summer when it is deadly hot. And finally, be prepared to accept that there is some risk of a major hassle and financial costs if you are unlucky. I don’t know about other seasons, but when were out there in April, we saw at least 8 other vehicles along the way. Also, I regret that we tried to drive in and out on the same day. I would much preferred to have camped out there for the night. There is a primitive campground a couple miles south of the Playa.

This past weekend we took a drive out to the Antelope Valley to see the Poppies at the Poppy Reserve. Afterwards, we drove a bit further and spent the night at Red Rock Canyon State Park.  We didn’t get there until after dark, then we made some dinner, and I spent the rest of the night taking pictures. I started out with the Joshua Trees in the center of the campground. I think Joshua Trees are freakin’ awesome, so they are the first to get uploaded and this is dedicated to them.

I had a lot of fun, with my speedlight secured on my hip, taking a shot, reviewing, trying again. You couldn’t see much of anything in the viewfinder because it was so dark, so I had to guess and check. Most shots were several minute exposures, during which time I would experiment with manually shooting the flash off from different places. This one is a fairly short exposure (hence the black background) with a combination of two flash firings: one from above the camera, and one well off to the right.

This is from the morning after. I got up before sunrise, hoping to go hike through one of the canyons in the morning light. But the promising glow on the horizon quickly turned to an ugly gray. I had a nice morning walk though, any way.

Of course, we also saw some pretty awesome poppy fields on Saturday. Those will have to wait for another night!