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Happy Holidays! I hope you are able to find peace during this turbulent time. May you and your families be well and safe. Thank you all for your support, it is much appreciated!
My neighbors do not seem to be deflated by the pandemic and are determined to celebrate the holidays. Shot in Riverside Illinois.
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While exploring along the banks of the Grand River, I met this guy who was preparing to head down the river to Paris. It's an inflatable stand up paddle board but his included a seat that he attached so he could take a break from standing or kneeling and paddle it like a kayak, some fins to help keep the board heading in the right direction, a camera mount at the front and an audio connection so he could listen to some of his favourite music while heading downstream. He was very friendly and was planning on getting into Paris in about 3 and a half hours depending on how high the water level was all the way down.
🍀Show your st. Patty's pride with this inflatable!🍀 Available now for wanderlust weekend!
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To get into Wirreanda Creek the old road leads into it which has been now bypassed by a bridge. I suspect this tree was dead long before the bridge was built! Taken during astro twilight for sky colour, with foreground lighting from a solar charged inflatable lamp. Sigma lens, processed in Lightroom with a daylight white balance for colour in the stars.
Inflatable rubber dingy "SeaHawk 2" near Northshore Beach. Pic taken from Northshore Cove.
*Note: More Ships, Boats and Watercraft pics in my Ships, Boats and Watercraft Album.
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Let the spooking begin! This menacing Inflatable grim reaper is just the thing you need to transform your lawn, store, or club into a Halloween haunt! Towering over a tombstone, he will definitely increase the fright factor in your Halloween decorating!
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The next few from this outing will be b/w as I continue to explore and expand my abilities in b/w images.
Best Shot 2004. This was supposed to be the first of a series called "mail the whale" where my friends and i would get candid photos of an inflatable pool whale at our college campuses. I actually really like the way this one turned out. The next friend in charge lost the whale, so a very short lived project.
Inflatable Refugee, created by Belgian artists Schellekens & Peleman. The six-metre-tall figure in a boat has gone on display on the Yarra river bank to highlight the global refugee crisis and the harrowing journey millions of refugees make every year.
The artists say the artwork is constructed out of the same material human traffickers use for the boats that carry refugees across the Mediterranean Sea.
Proponents of marijuana legalization in Washington, D.C., organized by a group called DCMJ, carry a 51-foot inflatable joint near the White House.
Lafayette Sq. - Washington, DC
This photo featured in the DCist blog.
I met a neighbor on my walk as he was putting the finishing touches on his display. He told me there may be a Santa & sleigh added, on the roof--but it is harder to secure. Before I left, the giant football helmet--behind Snoopy in a canoe--was inflated. This is, after all, a university town where football is a big thing. Happy multiple holidays!
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Hey Boo-tiful! Check out our dead awesome inflatable gravestones, freshly dug up for Fetish Fair!
It includes four colours (Pink, purple, black & orange) and four shapes, each with its own saying.
Catch a hearse over today - Oct 9th until Oct 23rd - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Anela/128/127/23
Still suffering the secuels of the San Francisco trip.
I have been trying to design a pig I like for years. After looking at Joseph's I decided it was time already.
The back has open edges, but the opening doesn't give access to the interior of the polihedron, so I cannot call it a piggy-bank.
Folded from a 15 cm square of Tant paper.
FREE! 🎃This Halloween add something cute and creepy to your lawn with this Inflatable pumpkin. Now avilable at the Spooktacular Shop&Hop! 🎃
Inflatable Collar – Update
Ok, so I was hoping to get the Inflatable Collar back on the market earlier this year, but after I came up with a fantastic idea, bought a load of manufactured air bladder, built a few prototypes I was ready to go, until — the bladders began to perish and...
Just 20L! 👻This Halloween add something cute and creepy to your lawn with this Inflatable Frankenstein. Now avilable at the Spooktacular Shop&Hop!👻
Easter love ... I mean ... Easter Bunny was spotted near Mission Beach. I shall refrain from any more comments ...
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Posting this shot is worth the story alone. This was taken in Oneonta Gorge last month during a particularly chilly bout of cold weather which froze many of the area's waterfalls. For those not familiar with this gorge, it is a popular spot during the hot summer months. The gorge itself is an extremely narrow canyon that is only about 1/4 of a mile long but requires wading, sometimes up to one's chest through pools of water to reach. It is quite impossible to hike up this canyon without wading.
During the summer this is great, the canyon is shaded and always about 15 degrees cooler and the cold water is quite refreshing. Crowds of people churn up this canyon on weekends, making photography frustrating but cooling off quite enjoyable.
About once a year we get a cold snap that is cold enough and long enough to turn the many waterfalls of the Columbia River Gorge into winter wonderlands. It is one of my favorite times of year. It is hard to imagine enjoying as much discomfort as this weather brings. Painfully chilled faces and hands, pants and fleeces coated in ice to the point that you crack when you walk. Spray from the waterfalls coating your cameras and freezing solid. Hurried trips back to the car to regain feeling in your extremities before venturing out for "just a few more pictures".
In other words, bliss.
I make a point of getting out here every year. So I have spent a fair amount of time at most of the main waterfalls over the past few winters. But this one had always seemed a little to crazy to attempt. Afterall, it requires wading, and during this time of year, getting wet for that long would result in frostbite at the least and even hypothermia. Probably hypothermia. I will go through a lot in pursuit of amazing scenes like this, but I think I draw the line at hypothermia. Just sounds overrated if you ask me.
The idea of making it up this gorge somehow to see this falls was awfully tempting still. A few of us talked about it and brainstormed ideas. The most popular was to buy an inflatable raft and pump it up and use it to cross the pools. The big problem with this is that there is a giant logjam at the mouth of this gorge that one has to climb over in order to enter the gorge itself. So any raft would have to be inflated on site, and it ruled out bringing in a canoe or kayak.
Then a stroke of inspiration was lent to me on a comment to a photo I posted some time ago, to rent a drysuit. A ha. Even more fortunate, I did not have to rent one, a friend likes to surf and scuba dive and owns a drysuit. Even better, we are almost the same size. So the cold snap hit, I got a day off work, naturally I called him right away and got my hands on a drysuit. All that stood before me then was a giant frozen logjam and a quarter mile of ice cold water.
The fun begins.
My first task was wading across the shallow stream to reach the logjam, which required me donning the drysuit. I had to repeatedly take it on and off as needed because I did not want to trip, or snag it on a log and tear it. But as an additional wrinkle I did not have waterproof boots to put over the feet of the drysuit. Even though the entire suit is waterproof, I did not want to walk across rocks in just the suit and risk damaging the feet. So I pulled on an old pair of my hiking boots to protect the feet. They worked well to that extent but of course got soaked the moment I stepped in the water. Which basically made them like little freezers on my feet.
The suit kept out the water, not the cold.
By the time I got across the first stream, which only took 2-3 minutes, and was never deeper than mid-calf, I could not feel my toes. So I had to sit down, take off the suit, pack it up, and hold my toes until I was certain they were still going to talk to me. Then on to the logjam. Unfortunately I hit another unexpected snag here too. Right before the logjam are two giant boulders that sit right in the middle of the stream. There are two basic choices, you can go left around them, in the tight space between them and the cliff walls. You just wedge yourself in, back to the wall and hands and feet on the nearest boulder and crab walk along, suspended over a deep little pool of water. Or you go right, which requires wading through a fairly deep pool of water and pulling yourself up on a chest-high shelf of rock onto the second boulder. Well a small waterfall had turned the left hand cliff into a sheet of ice, there was no way I would get any traction on it, even with Yaktrax on my feet. The pool on the right was doable with the drysuit, but I did not want to have to climb the jagged shelf of rock in it, again afraid I would puncture or damage the suit. So I had to climb the first boulder and jump the four foot gap down to the second boulder, with all my gear attached. I did not think too much on how I was going to get out on my return trip...
This mini-adventure brought me to the logjam, which really was the easiest part of the whole ordeal. The logs were all dry, and lacked any ice. The water level under them was high, so all I had to do was be careful not to fall. It was a slightly eerie experience to hear all the water gurgling and splashing inches away but not be able to see any of it. I am not used to the water being so high.
And then I realized that I would never have been able to do this with a raft. Normally during the summer, the water level is low enough that the majority of this short hike is dry, with the exception of two or three stomach to chest deep pools which require wading. But the rest can usually be done on the dry edges of the stream bed.
Not so this time of year. The stream came right up to the log jam and I could see no dry patches of note the whole rest of the way. So balancing on a log, I pulled on the drysuit yet again and taking a bit of a deep breath, gently slid myself into the water, which at that point was only about hip deep and began wading.
Pretty quickly the cold suffocated the protestations of my toes.
But by this point pretty much nothing was going to deter me from seeing this falls. I reached the first pool, which is the shallower of the two that has to be crossed, it came up to about my waist. It was again, an eerie experience to feel the extremely cold weight of the water pressing in on my legs, a bit like being squeezed by an extremely cold giant fist.
The second pool was a bit more nerve-wracking. For one, the stream had a good current to it, which I was wading against. The current made the surface choppy enough that I could not see where I was putting my feet, I had to go a step at a time by feel. Plus the pool came up to my chest, so I had to remove my backpack with my tripod attached and balance it all on my head to keep it dry, meaning I had to hold it up there with one hand, giving me just one other for balance. A slow and painstaking little stretch that was. I was very aware of the cantaloupe sized icebergs floating by me in the water.
But then I was through, and that was the hardest part of the whole little trek. I reached this spot and found a small stretch of dry rocks to peel off the drysuit and massage my frozen toes back to some semblance of life. (Note to self, next time take thermal socks, at least two pairs). I saw another very small stretch of dry rocks just barely poking above the surface of the stream just 15 feet upriver. So laying out the drysuit I pulled on my bag, and climbed along the cliff wall to reach that little outcropping of rock, where I was able to balance myself and everything else on a couple of rocks just above the surface of the stream and take this shot. Phew.
Yeah it was crazy I know. But fun too. And that was my adventure up Oneonta Gorge ... almost. The trip back was pretty much a repeat of the trip up, except when I reached the boulders, which I was unable to climb back up, so I had to slip the drysuit back on and navigate the pool I mentioned earlier to the right of the boulders to finally escape the gorge.
I came stumbling back up to the historic highway about three hours after initially left, still dripping water, with my wet boots starting to encase themselves in a shell of ice and probably the craziest grin I have had in a long time.
I am not sure if this means photography is my passion or my madness. I guess there is not always that big a difference between the two.
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