Tranquility
On day #3, we set off up Eagle Creek with Punchbowl Falls as our main objective for the morning. I had seen more than few shots of this particular waterfall over the past few years, and it was one of the main motivations for me to drop everything in the middle of a busy Spring semester and head up to Oregon for a few days.
When we finally arrived, it was clear that we weren't the only ones to have heard of this particular spot. While we were shooting, somewhere between 50-75 people came up behind us and posed for photos, and had picnic lunches while small kids scrambled in every direction. Our timing was pretty good as we arrived just before the mob and I had already fired off quite a few shots before the masses began to mooch in on the thin strip of shoreline that offered a view of the falls. The smart ones in my group hauled the chest waders all the way up from the car, but I was feeling pretty shot from the day before and left mine in the Cherokee.
Punchbowl Falls is usually shot vertically to great effect, but as I began shooting, the wider view caught my eye first. In spite of the fact that hordes were soon descending on us, I couldn't help but wonder which incredibly fortunate human being was the first to set eyes on this location. How long must he or she must have stood there staring? Before picnics, and hordes of photographers, and instagram, and iPads, and selfie sticks. Nothing but that view and the sound of the water cascading down from those rocks. If it was me, I would have sat there for weeks.
Tranquility
On day #3, we set off up Eagle Creek with Punchbowl Falls as our main objective for the morning. I had seen more than few shots of this particular waterfall over the past few years, and it was one of the main motivations for me to drop everything in the middle of a busy Spring semester and head up to Oregon for a few days.
When we finally arrived, it was clear that we weren't the only ones to have heard of this particular spot. While we were shooting, somewhere between 50-75 people came up behind us and posed for photos, and had picnic lunches while small kids scrambled in every direction. Our timing was pretty good as we arrived just before the mob and I had already fired off quite a few shots before the masses began to mooch in on the thin strip of shoreline that offered a view of the falls. The smart ones in my group hauled the chest waders all the way up from the car, but I was feeling pretty shot from the day before and left mine in the Cherokee.
Punchbowl Falls is usually shot vertically to great effect, but as I began shooting, the wider view caught my eye first. In spite of the fact that hordes were soon descending on us, I couldn't help but wonder which incredibly fortunate human being was the first to set eyes on this location. How long must he or she must have stood there staring? Before picnics, and hordes of photographers, and instagram, and iPads, and selfie sticks. Nothing but that view and the sound of the water cascading down from those rocks. If it was me, I would have sat there for weeks.