Acts of Deception

I wondered, for a few seconds, if I was dreaming.

Looking out at the wall, a sea of arms looked back at me, waving. Each arm showing shades of grey, corpse-like, yet animated. Was this for real, or a nightmare? Continue reading “Acts of Deception”

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Gorge Group

I admit it.  I live in one of the more picturesque parts of the country.

So when a chance to do a photography workshop in the neighborhood popped up, it seemed like a no lose scenario.  In addition to enjoying some of my favorite spots once again, it gave me a chance to share them with folks who by definition are big fans of beautiful landscapes. We gave ’em a taste of the region on the first day with a trip to Mount Hood, stopping at Timberline Lodge, and Trillium Lake.

Where did we go for day two of the workshop?

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Short Attention Span Theater

Once upon a time, I created a set of gallery pages that provide a quick way to check out the photography from past posts without having to access them individually. I’ve just updated the galleries, and rather than explain the lot I’m reblogging the post that introduced the galleries in January of last year- Short Attention Span Theater.

PS: I’m about to do some traveling, so if you don’t see any blog posts or me responding to your posts for a few weeks, not to worry.

Plying Through Life

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Feeling a bit short on time? Not ready to read anything longer than a tweet? Is tl;dr your favorite acronym? This post may be for you.

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Practices of Deception

The Pass was hidden, a treacherous rift of currents that didn’t want to shoot strait – at least from the perspective of Captain George Vancouver.  Back in 1792, while exploring the Pacific Northwest, he sent Joseph Whidbey sailing northward along the east coast of a strip of land that now bears Whidbey’s name.  Whidbey made it up the Saratoga Passage and explored eastward into Skagit Bay, but didn’t make it far enough west to find an outlet. It wasn’t until they changed their practice and explored up the west coast of Whidbey that they found the strait, making Whidbey an island rather than a peninsula.  Captain Vancouver was so annoyed being fooled by that hidden rift of roiling water he called it Deception Pass.

226 years later, another group of intrepid sailors headed up to that deceptive pass to pursue a different set of practices.  I was one of them.

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Panther Falls in a Creek

Oof!

The dirt road was a veritable minefield of potholes, craftily camouflaged in dappled midday shadows.  Trees lined the road, providing a source for that insidious shade, giving those potholes ninja stealth.  Driving down this minefield was akin to navigating an impassible obstacle course, where occasions of failure gave me thoughts of riding a bucking bronco, and dropping into the bigger craters evoked a guttural oof.

But what brought me to this kidney buster?

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Is Deer Hunting For The Birds?

Carefully, I chose my steps. The herd of deer was out in an open field, as was I. Too sudden a movement and they’d spook, and I was trying to get as close as I could to take my shot.

Two or three more steps and another pause, a bit parallel, a bit closer. I’m taking care not to stare, to pretend I’m just doing my own disinterested thing. There were 14 in the herd. It would only take one to interpret my nonchalant amble as the stalking that it was and set the alarm.  40 yards away now.

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