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jianantonicMy new digital camera came with a 16MB memory card, which meant I could take all of 3 pictures before filling it up. I got a 2GB card yesterday, so it's time for some photo fun.
Today was our last full day in Oregon for this trip. Our plane leaves tomorrow night for Bermuda. One thing I hadn't seen yet that I really wanted to check out before we left was the Oregon coast. McKenzie, his mom, and I left this morning for a day at the beach at Lincoln City.
McKenzie was very excited for this little jaunt, and to have his picture taken, as you can see.
Note: I've been using my straightening iron on his hair -- at his request. I think it's sexy. Especially when he scowls like this...
There's a lesson here. If you don't want me to post a picture on the internet of you making a nasty face, don't make a nasty face when I point my camera at you.
Here's my first glimpse in five years of the Pacific Ocean.
I apologize if the text for this post is all wacky. I'm still trying to get the hang of the picture tools. Anyway, the Pacific is prettier than the Atlantic, I think. It's bluer, and appears to have less shit in it.
The beaches here are really different, too. In Virginia, and anywhere else along the Atlantic that I've ever seen, you can't see the ocean from any road, because the hotels are in the way. I don't know of any 1/4-mile stretch of shoreline that doesn't have at least one hotel. Also, there aren't really any cliffs. Just wide, sandy beaches. Oregon's coastline has small beaches, some of which are solid rock, not sand, and no beaches at all in lots of places. That's where the water crashes hard into the rocks, which was my favorite thing to watch all day.
Also, beaches here have driftwood. And by driftwood, I mean drifttrees. The biggest thing that ever washes up on the east coast is a dead seagull. "Debris" like this was all over the beaches today. Hey look, there's a shadow of me taking the picture. I wish Iknew something about photography was inherently good at photography without working at it.
I took a cool video of the waves crashing and rolling up onto the rock floor of the beach, but I can't figure out how to get that one from my camera to here, so here's a still shot, anyway, of McKenzie artfully walking off into the sun.
In the video, I crouched down on the rocks and shot the water rushing around in tiny rivers, and as I'm doing that, a particularly giant wave rushed toward me, but I was too absorbed in my cinematography to take notice, so at the end of the video you see the water rushing toward me (when it came into the shot was my first warning, about six feet away from me), and you hear McKenzie say "uh-oh" and I yell "Oh shit! Runaway!" right before it cuts out. It would've been funny to post here, but I'm too much of a tech doofus to do any better than describe it.
Lincoln City is home to the world's smallest harbor and the world's shortest river. That's lots of aquatic superlatives for a place I'd never heard of before a month ago. Anyway, this is the world's shortest river, the D River (shortest name, too), the connector between the Pacific Ocean and Devil's Lake, a mere 280 feet away. It flows just like rainwater runoff down the sand, without a real floor or bank. McKenzie said the river was on the wide side today. Heh.
So here's a picture of us together, checking out the ocean. For those of you who know me, but have never met Z, you can tell from this picture that he is a tall boy. For those who've never stood next to me, I am taller than you are.
We're both wearing OSU Beavers sweatshirts. The Beavers have defeated UVA to become NCAA baseball champions the past 2 years. His mom gave me my shirt. She likes me. Or she wants to get me beat up when I go back home. Either way, it's a soft shirt and I appreciate it. Go Beavers.
After a nice long walk on the beach, we drove to an overlook where the water just crashes into the rocks. I couldn't get a good angle for a photograph of that, but trust me, it was cool. We watched the sunset from there, and I took a thousand very cliche shots of the setting sun. Here are a few of those. If I knew how to work my camera, the different lighting effects may have been intentional.
I promise to take lots more pictures of the sunset in Bermuda, starting Friday. We leave Oregon tomorrow evening on the redeye, and we arrive in Bermuda on Friday afternoon. This would suck, but mydrug dealer doctor friend gave me a sleeping pill for the plane. Rock.
Peace.
Today was our last full day in Oregon for this trip. Our plane leaves tomorrow night for Bermuda. One thing I hadn't seen yet that I really wanted to check out before we left was the Oregon coast. McKenzie, his mom, and I left this morning for a day at the beach at Lincoln City.
McKenzie was very excited for this little jaunt, and to have his picture taken, as you can see.Note: I've been using my straightening iron on his hair -- at his request. I think it's sexy. Especially when he scowls like this...
There's a lesson here. If you don't want me to post a picture on the internet of you making a nasty face, don't make a nasty face when I point my camera at you.
Here's my first glimpse in five years of the Pacific Ocean.
I apologize if the text for this post is all wacky. I'm still trying to get the hang of the picture tools. Anyway, the Pacific is prettier than the Atlantic, I think. It's bluer, and appears to have less shit in it.
The beaches here are really different, too. In Virginia, and anywhere else along the Atlantic that I've ever seen, you can't see the ocean from any road, because the hotels are in the way. I don't know of any 1/4-mile stretch of shoreline that doesn't have at least one hotel. Also, there aren't really any cliffs. Just wide, sandy beaches. Oregon's coastline has small beaches, some of which are solid rock, not sand, and no beaches at all in lots of places. That's where the water crashes hard into the rocks, which was my favorite thing to watch all day.
Also, beaches here have driftwood. And by driftwood, I mean drifttrees. The biggest thing that ever washes up on the east coast is a dead seagull. "Debris" like this was all over the beaches today. Hey look, there's a shadow of me taking the picture. I wish I
I took a cool video of the waves crashing and rolling up onto the rock floor of the beach, but I can't figure out how to get that one from my camera to here, so here's a still shot, anyway, of McKenzie artfully walking off into the sun.
In the video, I crouched down on the rocks and shot the water rushing around in tiny rivers, and as I'm doing that, a particularly giant wave rushed toward me, but I was too absorbed in my cinematography to take notice, so at the end of the video you see the water rushing toward me (when it came into the shot was my first warning, about six feet away from me), and you hear McKenzie say "uh-oh" and I yell "Oh shit! Runaway!" right before it cuts out. It would've been funny to post here, but I'm too much of a tech doofus to do any better than describe it.
Lincoln City is home to the world's smallest harbor and the world's shortest river. That's lots of aquatic superlatives for a place I'd never heard of before a month ago. Anyway, this is the world's shortest river, the D River (shortest name, too), the connector between the Pacific Ocean and Devil's Lake, a mere 280 feet away. It flows just like rainwater runoff down the sand, without a real floor or bank. McKenzie said the river was on the wide side today. Heh.So here's a picture of us together, checking out the ocean. For those of you who know me, but have never met Z, you can tell from this picture that he is a tall boy. For those who've never stood next to me, I am taller than you are.
We're both wearing OSU Beavers sweatshirts. The Beavers have defeated UVA to become NCAA baseball champions the past 2 years. His mom gave me my shirt. She likes me. Or she wants to get me beat up when I go back home. Either way, it's a soft shirt and I appreciate it. Go Beavers.
After a nice long walk on the beach, we drove to an overlook where the water just crashes into the rocks. I couldn't get a good angle for a photograph of that, but trust me, it was cool. We watched the sunset from there, and I took a thousand very cliche shots of the setting sun. Here are a few of those. If I knew how to work my camera, the different lighting effects may have been intentional.
I promise to take lots more pictures of the sunset in Bermuda, starting Friday. We leave Oregon tomorrow evening on the redeye, and we arrive in Bermuda on Friday afternoon. This would suck, but my
Peace.
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Date: 2008-01-24 03:34 pm (UTC)Safe travels to Bermuda and have fun!
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Date: 2008-01-24 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-24 04:47 pm (UTC)Oh, pshaw.
You know something? I have almost no formal training. I took a darkroom course in 1991 which included a *little* bit of training on view and perspective, and everything else I have learned by doing, looking at other photographers I admire to see how they do it, and asking questions. My style, if I can claim to have one, really did develop organically.
My biggest challenge is to remember to change my perspective like getting closer to the ground, pulling out one aspect of a subject, changing center focus etc etc. That's why I like playing with toys like pinhole, fisheye cameras, and infrared film. Their very nature makes me think a little more about how to change my view of things. So when you are using a digital, the only thing that means is don't let yourself always take the comfortable shot - move around, get on your knees or belly (so long as you are clear of the waves *grin*) etc etc. Mix it up :-) And always ALWAYS have fun.
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Date: 2008-01-25 06:49 am (UTC)Have a safe trip to Bermuda. :)
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Date: 2008-01-27 01:50 am (UTC)