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Ancient (c. 1972) Nikkor ƒ/1.4 50mm lens mounted on my Nikon D3200. Aperture set wide open at ƒ/1.4, but with a star-shaped stencil over the lens which effectively reduces the aperture by 1.7 of a stop to about ƒ.3.1. Sensor set to ISO 100. Shutter speed 1⁄250ʺ, but effective speed is imposed by the much shorter, but unknown duration of the electronic flash, probably less than 1⁄2000ʺ
On a Pictured Rocks tour boat with the family. I really wish I had been one of the kayakers you can just see under the arch that day. This was in 2014 I think, and there have been a couple cliff collapses along the Pictured Rocks shoreline since then, so this arch may not exist anymore.
Big wake and rough waters, cruising Georgian Bay … don’t quite remember how I managed that one, but I obviously got myself down close to the water. The thing at the right is a portion of a swim ladder in the stowed position.
So I shot to the brief this time instead of using my catalog.
We have these bushes with slightly fuzzy leaves that hold raindrops on them after storms. It was a fun exercise – some of the drops look like jelly, some reflected what was above them (mainly the hanging baskets on the porch eaves) and this perfectly round, diamond-like one acts as a magnifying glass, emphasizing the veins in the leaf upon which it sits.
At some point I figured out that the key to taking amazing sunset pictures at Harris Beach (Brookings Oregon) is simply to take sunset pictures at Harris Beach. Had to hunt through my collection to find one where the water is really the star of the show.
I’m not a morning person, so when I somehow was wide awake one morning at about 6am, I quickly grabbed my camera bag and hustled my way over to the “duck pond” a few hundred yards away from my house. I was rewarded for my efforts.
This photo has been hanging on the wall in my upstairs hallway for quite some time.
Victorio and Geronimo knew of this perennial spring that follows a fault line through the mountain range. Apache raiders would lead pursuers into what appears to be a box canyon. The pursuers would halt believing the indians were trapped, but the wily Apache knew of the spring and escaped into the Rio Grande Valley.
