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May 26, 2016: We left Nashville the day after the funeral. My father has been remarking for years to go to the Smoky Mountain Knife Works. Since we were only about 200 miles from it in Nashville, we decided to make a detour to it.
Yet, this is a beautiful shot of the Caney Fork River. Anglers access the river from the joint I-40 rest stop west of Cookeville, TN. My dad and I hiked down to it. He reflected on it was just how a river should look to him. I liked the fog floating downstream.
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This is the Clark Fork that is in so many of my pics down at Council Groves and Missoula. Such a nice area with alot of fishing.
The Clark Fork, or the Clark Fork of the Columbia River, is a river in the U.S. states of Montana and Idaho, approximately 310 miles (500 km) long. The largest river by volume in Montana, it drains an extensive region of the Rocky Mountains in western Montana and northern Idaho in the watershed of the Columbia River.
Well, of course a fork and knife go together!
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This piece of aluminum was previously used as a spacer for a 6 inch rotary table . You can still see the stains on it.
A "must have" item at the Big Bang Data exhibition at Somerset House … the HAPIfork.
A snip at $79 … sadly Amazon UK has none available :(
The Fork Mountain Ramblers, a great local old-time bands, photographed last week at the Buffalo Mountain Brewery, Floyd, Virginia. Voigtlander Vito III camera with an Ultron lens (six elements in four groups, a Double Gauss design), c. 1955, 35mm Tmax-100 film, Adox FX-39 developer
9/2021 - Tarkio East, MT
The old highway bridge is a somewhat similar design to the former MILW bridge. The railroad bridge is much beefier of course.
Namibia.
The Fork-tailed Drongo (Dicrurus adsimilis) are aggressive and fearless, regularly mobbing or attacking much larger species, including birds of prey, if their nest or young are threatened or their territory is compromised (Canary, T 2008). They also join mixed foraging bird parties, and will initiate mobbing of common enemies (Canary, T 2008).
Carnaby, Trevor (2008). Beat about the bush: Birds (1st ed.). Johannesburg: Jacana. pp. 572–573. ISBN 9781770092419.
When two forks meet. The angle required to eliminate the parralax was quite difficult to obtain due to reflective surface restrictions.
Copyright 2005-2008 AlexEdg AllEdges (www.alledges.com).
Date: 2008.04.19
Camera: Nikon D300
Lens: 60mm f/2.8D AF Micro-Nikkor
Fork-tailed Flycatcher - Tyrannus savana savana - Вилохвостый тиранн
Mantiqueira Mountains (Serra da Mantiqueira), State of Minas Gerais, Brazil, 11\12\2019
If you haven't seen the "Fork Handles" sketch, well you MUST.
Its an absolute classic.
This shop in Seaton, Devon reminded me of it so here is the link to the sketch on You-tube.
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This is a shot of the East Fork of the Lostine River Valley and a seasonal lake that drains into Mirror Lake. This is near the foot of the trail that goes to the summit of Eagle Cap. We got a wonderful day for hiking, except for the near record high heat for the time of year... It is a haul to the summit of Eagle Cap, but it was well worth the trip!
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The Plan:
Ever since my 2009 trip to Eagle Cap and the Lakes Basin, I have wanted to go back. Finally my dad and I got a trip planned for the end of August 2011. It was going to be my dad, his friend Wade, and me. The plan was to drive up to the trailhead on August 25th, then camp there. On the morning of the 26th, we were to begin the hike to Mirror Lake, set up camp and relax. We would spend the night at the lake on the 26th. My dad and I were going to get up on the 27th to climb Eagle Cap while Wade relaxed and did some fishing. We would again camp at the lake on the night of the 27th. We would begin our journey out and home early on the morning of the 28th.
The Story:
Day One: It was about mid-afternoon on Thursday, August 25th, 2011 when my mom came and got me from the fairgrounds so that dad, Wade and I could begin our trip to Eagle Cap. I got home and dad and I packed up the Durango and went off to Wade’s house so he could pack his stuff in. From there, we headed off into the afternoon just like last time. This time was a little different though, because I was driving. :) I don’t know what it is, but I just love to drive everywhere. My parents hardly ever drive anymore because of me. :) We made good time and arrived in Lostine, Oregon late in the afternoon. We ate a big and delicious dinner at the Lostine Tavern and started up the road toward the trailhead. Let me tell you, that 11 miles of dirt road was just as rough as I remembered it. We arrived at the parking lot awhile after sunset, so it was getting dark fast. I scouted out a nice spot down on the East fork of the Lostine River…. Funny thing is, it was the same spot that we had intended to camp on last time… But don’t worry! This time we had the tent poles! :) We set up camp and I got a fire going… everything was a bit damp, so I had help from some lighter fluid. :) Before long, we were all tired and the fire was going out, so we hit the sack for the night.
Day Two: We were up bright and early on the 26th. It was time to begin the 7 and a half mile hike up the East fork of the Lostine River to the Lakes Basin. The hike started off pretty well. I’d say we were probably the first ones on the trail and were making good time. It seemed like no time and we were up into the meadow with Eagle Cap in our sights. We started to pass people who were on their way out. One lady we talked to had been up there for five days and she said she had had an interesting trip. She said that Wednesday night (the 24th) some massive thunderstorms had rolled in with tons of rain, lightning, thunder and howling winds. I remember that night I was at the fairgrounds and could see all the lightning to the south. It must have been quite a storm! We continued on and decided to take a lunch break at the little bridge that crosses the Lostine River, which at this point is little more than a creek. It is also at the fork of the trail. The old trail (which has big rocks and logs hastily thrown into it in attempt to keep hikers away) is to the right and the new one to the left. While eating our lunch, a group of friends from the Tri-Cities as well came up. It was a pretty cool surprise. After lunch, it was time for the final push. We decided that since we took the new trail last time, we would take the old one this time. Dad and Wade were slowing down, and I was given permission to go my own pace. So I started on up the trail and soon lost everyone behind me. It is quite something to be hiking alone down an old trail, eventually over a bunch a granite rocks, guessing where the trail goes over those rocks. I found it quite serene and enjoyable at that. It really puts life into perspective. I loved it and arrived at the lake about a half hour or so ahead of the others. I went and scouted out the camp we stayed at back in ’09 then went backwards on the trail until I met up with dad and Wade. We all went and set up camp, got the stove going and relaxed a bit. I was soon running to the outlet stream to go get water to clean. It was so clear. Not a single floater in sight. We used a UV filter and never got sick. While hanging out at camp, a forest ranger wandered into camp. He was a really nice guy. He was just making sure we were keeping our garbage and gear where it should be and making sure we had a stove and didn’t plan on have a fire close to the lake. We talked for about an hour just exchanging hiking stories and making fun of freeze dried meals. :) He soon had to move on and complete his rounds though. I then went down to the lake and broke out the camera. I love taking pictures. There are so many angles to take one from and each is so different. It is quite relaxing to me. It was soon sunset and Mirror Lake really took to its name and went glassy smooth. After the last glow faded, I went up to camp and make myself some hot chocolate and watched as the stars came out. The stars out there at 7200 feet, crystal clear night air, and no light pollution are indescribable. You really just have to see it to comprehend it. The pictures I have don’t do it justice. As night fell, I started clicking away. I did continuous shots for about 2 hours before calling it a night.
Day Three: The next morning (the 27th) was D-day. I got all set to head up the mountain early in the morning. My dad and I set off with light packs while Wade went down to the lake to try some fishing. I was feeling good with such a light load, which was still a lot more than anybody else we saw because I had four bottles of water, too many snacks and 8 or so pounds of camera gear, but it was still good for me. :) The climb up isn’t too bad. You start off with a lot of switchbacks up to the Horton Pass area where is flattens out a bit. Then you quickly start on up the back of Eagle Cap. By this point, I was ready to go for it, but dad wasn’t quite as ready. I was again given permission to go on up the mountain. I met up with a group of guys from Spokane and some of their friends from Georgia. They were a great group of guys and were moving at my pace so I climbed with them. The guy from Georgia was amazed at us crazy westerners climbing our crazy mountains. Apparently The Great Smoky Mountains aren’t very steep…. Haha I’m not a fan of much on the east coast. The Smokies failed to impress me on my visit entirely. Before long… okay, who am I kidding? It was a long haul… we summited. Let me tell you, the view from up there is incredible. You have a wonderful 360 degree view for miles and miles around. I started clicking off panoramas and everything else I felt necessary while munching on a Nature Valley bar. When my dad summited, he checked his phone to find that he had some service. So we both made calls and talked to my mom a bit. Then I decided to make a call to my girlfriend who was back in the Tri-Cities at the fair riding horses. Also, there are a ton of ground squirrels up at the summit….. They are cheap entertainment if you have a few almonds to spare. :) The hike back to camp actually wasn’t bad at all. And let me tell you, it was nice to go dip my feet in the freezing cold lake, seeing as it was in the mid 80’s or so the days we were there. It was good to be back at camp to relax again. After eating some dinner, I once again broke out the camera and spent the remaining daylight down by the lake. I was glad to have shot so many photos of the lake the previous night because the water was less smooth this time around. While I was shooting, Wade, who was about 70 feet down the shoreline from me, caught a fish. It was only about 6 or 7 inches long, but a cool catch nonetheless. When night fell, I was a little less enthusiastic about taking more night shots considering I had more than 250 of them from the previous night. But I still spent about an hour or so trying some light painting on the trees and stuff like that. After that, it was time to hit the sack.
Day Four: The next morning, the 28th, everybody was a bit slow to get up and pack up. I didn’t really want to leave such a wonderful place, but it was time to reunite with civilization. The hike out went pretty smoothly and we were back to the Durango by midday. In the daylight, the dirt road was a little more fun too. The drive home was nice and it was also great to be home. I feel that we had a very successful trip.
Taken on August 27, 2011
Nikon D90
Nikkor 18-105mm VR lens
Dolica UV filter
Exposure Bias: 0EV
Exposure: 1/640 sec.
Aperture: f/8
ISO: 200
18mm
For the kitchen....I'm feeling creative today and spotted this lovely diffused evening light in the bathroom.
This is a HEAVILY modified Bringheli fork alignment block. I found the 4 threaded bolts extremely annoying and in-accurate for set-up. The bolts have been replaced with 1/4" rod that I threaded on the ends to bottom out on the fixture. The rod is smooth so the springs can move freely. The plunger then pushes down on the top plate evenly and with extreme pressure. I made the t-handle with a rotating plunger on the bottom so it won't dig into the top and allows very even pressure. This is a HUGE improvement and is now a very functional attachment. Having a 1,500 lb table that has been ground to a tolerance of under .001" does not hurt.
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Used a spare car headlight to create the silhouette of the spoon and fork which were placed on a green cling film.
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I know, fork, I know. I wanted to run away too, but they pay me to be here.
When it's the first day back at school after winter break, AND one of the forks tries to make a run for it in the lunch line AND the Hereios just happen to be gettin' jiggy wit the Fork Art group today, you stop and take a photo of it.