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The trees may now be on the ground but they provide food and homes for countless insects etc and eventually become forest flloor.
This is an Image I took for Nitemara Daysleeper, Owner of DeadFall Designs! Their new Eyeshadow, it's called Julia, which is the images name, is amazing! The Background is on the sim Knifes Edge. I'd post the items like usual, but I didn't think to ask Lol So just a rando image. ^_^
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This shot of Proxy Falls in the Sisters Wilderness of Oregon has been sitting in my ready file for awhile now. When first looking through the many shots that I took in this area, I was not excited about the waterfall shots, which was disappointing because it took a lot of work to get down to the base and more particularly to get back up. When I looked at them again, months later, they didn't seem so bad. This one wasn't my favorite but I decided to try a crop and edit to see how it turned out. Waterfall shooting is something that I have not done much of so any input would be appreciated. This is of the lower portion of the falls - the sporadic sunlight made them even more difficult to capture and expose correctly.
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This wilderness is in part a geological marvel of volcanic destruction and another part beautiful, lush green wilderness. I can't wait to go back but will probably do so when mosquitos are absent..
Thanks for taking the time to look and happy Monday to everyone. I'm off for a full day of school.
Deby
The photos I present on Flickr probably represent less than one percent of my total output. I shoot everywhere and anywhere. Not everything works out. Some things work out okay, but simply don't fit the narrative. Mostly I try to curate this page like a gallery. I study each prospective image and decide if it's really compelling in some way. This is not about filling space. I've been inspired by Flickr members with really great streams. You know them the minute you land on them. You want to go through each and every page no matter how many. Each photo is like finding a jewel. Great photos to appreciate in their own right and perhaps inspire your own future endeavors. Anyway there's a part of my life where I set out to capture photos to feed my own narrative. The foggy days, the cemeteries, abandonments, the dark places as I refer to them. Love all of that, both for the images that result, but also the life experiences and memories. For me it all ties in. But I love the happenstance photos; slices of everyday life that somehow (often inadvertently) reflect that mentality. Case in point is this forlorn brush pile. I made this myself. Wasn't setting out for a photo; furthest thing from my mind in fact. I just wanted to get and do some yard work. Despite the lingering cold air, the calendar showed it was time to get moving. I got it in my mind to clear some brush. I do this once each year, working in the back woods before it gets overgrown. I love being in a forest during the time of bare branches. It feels so closed in during the summer, but in winter and spring you can see pretty much right through the trunks. Anyway this all started with a single stick. I set one down, then another, and another, and several OCD hours later this was the result. When I finally stopped working and looked at the stack in the late afternoon light, my first thought was to grab the camera. There was just something about this scene that was visually appealing. The sense of texture; the shadows; I'm never entirely sure and it really doesn't matter. It's mostly about a feeling. In this case fueled by the sort of meditative state of mind the results from stacking these branches. Great mental therapy.
What way would you have nature take over? If you had your choice, would it be on a high hill where wind does damage, or deep in the woods with deadfall all around? Both have their own lonely mystery, and I feel the steady draw. This is something I believe in, world gone wild on a civilized street, sundown setting on what's left of flaking paint. There are beavers out back, and they'd chewed half the trees down and pulled them to the swamp. They might start heading for the home, but they only like what's living. Me, I seem drawn to what's dead and distracted, distant from salvation for sure. Peeling back the layers like time only can, seeking skeletons. There's only a thin skin for hiding.
July 23, 2021
Digby County, Nova Scotia
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Leaves, sticks, jute twine
Autumn 1992
At the border between Switzerland and France
Much as I tried never to be seen creating my leaf men, I was once caught mid-build by the Swiss Border Patrol. Running seemed a poor idea - I was, after all, a guest in their country. They asked for ID, asked what I was doing, asked where I lived. I had enough German at that point to answer. I explained I was a 'kunstler,' that the figures were 'kunst,' and that they were 'ganz umwelt,' meaning completely green, made of nothing but deadfall and biodegradable twine.
They spoke among themselves in the local dialect that was quite impenetrable by me. One guard seemed particularly upset. The figure was not finished and did not yet have a head. He wanted to know where the head was. "Everyone's a critic, " I said in English (at least one of them understood me and almost managed a smile) and then I assured him in German that if he came back later it would indeed have a head.
Satisfied, they returned my ID and continued on, keeping Switzerland safe from headless tree men.
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I am relieved to be posting this picture from the safety of my house, desk, and chair.
The trip was certainly adventurous- as planned and desired, but it started to drift over into that "this might have been a bad idea..." realm.
It came together as a last minute idea Saturday night, with a late text to Aaron asking if he wanted to head back here the next morning. He said yes, and Valorie asked what we were planning. I explained and she wanted in.
We met in the morning and made it to a wet, rainy, and cold trailhead around 10am. 3 people in wetsuits and backpacks are an odd sight, all the more on a hiking trail. It didn't take long to make it to the entry point on the creek where we head in, and 20 minutes later we were suited, booted, gloved and ready to go. Climbing over some deadfall trees, we stood on the shore line looking out across our first crossing.
This is my third time swimming up this part of the creek this year, all at high rain times- but this time, it was moving and churning like I haven't ever seen it. The first crossing is the deepest and most challenging, but it's only 30 yds across. If that. But, this 30 yds had a NASTY center current that was damn strong and ran a bright green/white for most of it's length.
To save more of the story for future posts, we made it across. It wasn't as bad as it looked, but the log jam debris piles immediately downstream did not go away and posed a real threat, and in the back of our minds, was a growing dread of "oh man, we have to do it again to get out..."
At one of our creek crossings we were thigh deep, fighting to stay upright against the current, all three of us facing forward, sidestepping, using trekking poles to keep our balance- and Valorie says, "OH, there's a log coming.."
And sure enough, 50 yards upstream a large log was slowly coming right at us. No one had to dive out of the way, but it had that creepy slow motion scary feeling like when you're a kid in your room at night and you think you hear footsteps slowly approaching down the dark hallway. As the instigator of this trip, I had the thought of, "Oh my God, what did I drag these guys into..." We all crossed in plenty of time to be out of the logs path, but it was a reminder to be wary and alert.
We made it to the Weeping Walls and as always- it was beautiful :-) Here, what is normally dry ground was all underwater- buried beneath a strong, relentless flow of current.
We stayed for a good while to take pictures and enjoy the scene. I had a tent packed into my bag, just for the idea of getting a picture of this place as a campsite. I know it's a bit of BS, but it's fun to make pictures that represent imagination and "what if's" thoughts.
After an hour or more (I have no concept of how much time passes in a place like that) our group was getting cold and it was time to get back before dark and face that final crossing we were trying not to think about. But- first- let me give some serious credit to Aaron Ellingsen. This guy is tough. I was wearing a 5/4 wetsuit. The numbers are thickness in millimeters, with the center/core of the suit being 5mil and the legs and arms being 4mil. I was warm and toasty the whole time. This suit is made for cold, cold stuff. Valorie had on a 4/3 and she did great also. She was cold when standing still, but we both had hoods so that made a big difference to handle the cold.
Aaron on the other hand, he had a 3/2 suit. with no hood and no neoprene gloves- and he didn't gripe once about being too cold and ready to call it quits. I think once or twice he gently mentioned he was getting, "a little chilly." A 3/2 is made for summer, mid temp water. This was winter with snow melt temps.
Man, if that was me, I would have been shaking like a little girl, teeth chattering, balled up onshore with the backpacks wrapped around me asking "how much longer" about 20 times!
So, big props to him. The dude has some serious grit. And he's a clear, calm thinker when things start to get hairy.
Let me also say how frikkin awesome my girlfriend is too!
1, she's a photographer and we get to share that passion together. I feel so lucky to be able to experience this with her.
2, she was excited about this trip, wanted to join, and she handled it all. Even after almost getting swept into a rocky wall.
3, she's hot and drives a bad ass Jeep.
DAMN this girl is a catch!
Alright. I'm done yakking. That's my tale for this posting.
More pics and videos another time.
So here, finally, are the green herons I met and that I promised I'd show you all. The main picture shows the juvenile green heron perched in a tree not more than 15 feet away from me, at the most. What I'm assuming was its parent was roosting on a deadfall log in the pond to the right of this shot. You can see it below.
Torreya Creek is not the name of this small waterway, in fact, it is very possibly nameless. In any case it is unidentified to many spectators who might take in its splendor at Torreya State Park, a large park absolutely littered with gorgeous and picturesque small streams flowing through its surprisingly hilly landscape. Though most of Florida is rather flat, Torreya provides hills towering several hundred feet which represent the lowest portion of the Appalachian Ridge dipping into Florida only to be divided by the Apalachicola River. These hills are crisscrossed and divided by creeks and steephead ravines as far as the eye can see. It is a premier natural Florida destination but one that lies seriously under the radar.
kayaking a couple of years ago at Lacoochee, Florida on the Withlacoochee River ... I tried to beach the yak on a rocky bit of shoreline to investigate and capsized. I lost some items including a new camera...monopod and this folding saw that I use to cut through deadfalls on the river. Yesterday the water was really low and surprisingly clear (as it is usually a very tannic flow this close to the Green Swamp). low and behold (unnecessary pun) ...I recovered the old rusted saw but unfortunately no camera was to be seen. I also found an old railroad spike from the logging industry which must have had a narrow gauge spur that crossed the river here to reach farther into the swamp to harvest Cypress (my favorite tree...) I also found a piece of “Herty cup” a ceramic pot that was used by the turpentine industry to tap and capture pitch from standing long leaf pines.
Here’s a video from that area on my YouTube channel: youtu.be/rkG413bRNbU?si=fRddPWURKKRwS0I4
It’s one of my favorite wild places in Florida.
Lower Fern Creek Falls, even with relatively low flow, as pictured here, is a real stunner. You have to work to get to it though.
I failed on my previous two attempts to get to this waterfall. Each time, I tried too late in the day, even though I should have known better by my second attempt. That time I actually got pretty close, but dry conditions and the lateness of the hour had me reluctantly giving up once again. At least I had the route mostly dialed in. For this, my third attempt, I tackled Fern Creek Falls early in the day. It took me 1hr 20min to work my way down the steep boulder strewn hillside. Deadfall, slippery leaves and thorny catbrier added to the difficulty. I dropped around 700ft in 0.4mi, past a couple of other waterfalls, Middle Fern Creek Falls and an unnamed one. Finally, I reached the amazing Lower Fern Creek Falls. All the effort had been worth it. A gorgeous waterfall in an amazing glen.
New River Gorge National Park and Preserve, West Virginia (Oct 5, 2024)
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- www.kevin-palmer.com - This is not a national park. It costs nothing to visit and no permits are required. But that doesn’t mean access is easy. The trail is unmaintained, which involves crossing swamps and streams and deadfall, and scrambling up loose rocks and steep slopes into the heart of the Beartooth Wilderness. Rain was ending and the sun came out as I got my first glimpse of the lake. The color of the water was a mesmerizing shade of blue I had never seen before. Surrounded by 12,000 foot mountains, one side of the lake was barren scree, the other side forested with paths carved out by avalanches.
Farther up the valley lie 2 glaciers which grind the rock into glacial flour. These fine particles suspended in the water give it the intense turquoise color. Some lakes will only reveal their colors when the light is just right. But here it didn’t matter if it was sunny, cloudy, or even at night, it never lost its luster. Remaining frozen most of the year, the lake’s color is best in midsummer, before declining in the fall as melting slows. When I first learned of this lake, I knew I had to stay overnight. This far into the backcountry, it’s the only way to experience the best times of day for photography. At sunset another storm passed to the south, and the clouds briefly lit up like fire.
The upper platform (after being repaired from crashing tree deadfall) now ends directly in front of the main drop of Dukes Creek into the confluence with Davis Creek.
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Charred logs and dead trees are scattered all along a mountain bluff overlooking Utah Lake far below.
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The trees may now be on the ground but they provide food and homes for countless insects etc and eventually become forest flloor.
As a nature lover here in Florida there are a lot of places I visit once or twice over the years and then there are a select few places I visit repeatedly. One of those repeated visit locations is the wonderful Alderman's Ford Preserve, the rustic park located downstream from the more developed Alderman's Ford County Park. From what I have seen this may be the most interesting stretch of the Alafia River, where gorgeous hydric hammock and hardwood forest line a waterway complete with several sets of small rapids. These small rapids are different every time I visit due to the change in water levels and the deadfall that sometimes make it into the river.
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Took our little Poodle, Ritzy, for a walk in the park this morning. In the wooded area I came across a deadfall with myriad fungi growing on it. Snapped a few photos. this is one of them. Nothing was staged in either shot. The leaf was there and that’s what attracted me.
Adirondack -style 3-sided shelter at the South end of Davidson Lake. Taken on the 6th day of an 11 day hike/boat/portage across Admiralty Island in SE Alaska. The 2 kayaks are tied up for the night, the Zodiac pulled ashore, laundry out to dry, food already eaten. The longest portage of the trip comes the following morning: 4-4.5 miles through epic deadfalls and overgrown brush... all while carrying a boat (and motor/gas) and huge backpacks. Best vacation I've ever had.
I start to feel like I belong here, right about the time that twilight takes over. These steel truss bridges always seem to appear from nowhere, especially in summer, just another shade of green to blend in. Headlights give you a little forewarning, then it's rattling over the one-lane watching for oncoming traffic. Not much of that on Bayard Bridge at any given time. Annapolis River runs deep and steady below, but pretty narrow this far upstream. Little ripples in the surface, signs of fish jumping and deadfall drifting in the current. These warm evenings give my daydreams a lower clearance, familiar feelings found in reach, like the canopy hanging down. Stick my head in the humid clouds, see how it feels to be a little less earthbound, pick me up already. Every time I stop here, it seems just a bit like the world does too.
June 23, 2023
Wilmot, Nova Scotia
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