North Carolina + Waterfalls!

You know I can’t stay away from North Carolina for too long; in fact, I apparently visit every two years like clockwork and have since 2018. But I had never been in spring, so I took advantage of some time off I had at the end of April and drove myself to Asheville, making the usual nine-plus-hours sojourn to the heart of Blue Ridge country.

This was a waterfall trip, and I’m excited to show you the results! I can’t even count how many falls I’ve been to in the Blue Ridge and Great Smoky Mountains, but the three below are all ones I have been to at least once before, so I knew what I was getting.

The first to show off is my official favorite: Glen Falls.

I discovered this falls in a handy waterfall companion book back in 2018 and it’s been on my mind ever since. Look how graceful the flow, how varied the currents, how it all seems to blend together into one shape that might have been crafted by human hands. I can’t think of many waterfalls as purely imaginative as this one.

I also had my (relatively, now) new Nikon D850 with me for only the second time, and I love how it captures the water. I used to think waterfalls required exposures of two or three seconds, but here I was able to do maybe 1/4 of a second and still get that almost cottony texture to the water. (Having a tripod always helps, even when it adds like ten pounds to your backpack) I can’t find my remote shutter so I instead used the shutter timer at 2 seconds, which meant I could press the shutter and then steady the tripod before the shutter clicked. (A lot of times the force of the rushing water creates ground quakes that you can’t feel but the camera will pick up if not secured)

To get to Glen Falls you have to drive a couple hours from Asheville, eventually into the Nantahala National Forest through which winds the Cullasaja River Gorge. Let me tell you - you can either drive, or look at the river, but you can’t do both; the road is just too curvy. Thankfully there are some pullouts, and I spied a wonderful, spontaneous waterfall at one of them that I took a few snaps of. Dry Falls is also located in the Gorge, relatively easy to trek down to using a series of manmade stairs. (When I talk about hiking level of difficulty, I can’t help but put it in terms of people who would otherwise find these kind of places inaccessible due to hip replacements, neuropathy, sciatica - I just really get bummed out that so much beauty is kind of reserved for the fully healthy and physically strong)

Speaking of hiking, the Glen Falls trail is about 0.6 miles to the falls pictured above, but it is marred by stairs that are higher than normal height so you end up negotiating around them in the brush anyway. I found it highly annoying. It looks like they’ve begun some light construction to fix the stairs - essentially to make one step into two - so maybe when I go back it will make more sense. Also, I thought I saw a bear.

The next waterfall is Crabtree Falls:

This falls is incredibly special in person. You can take a photo of it, but it just can’t capture the exact way the water towers above you from the viewing bridge or the power of a rushing cascade. You really have to go there to experience it. But I did my best to photograph it anyway. :)

One thing I found interesting is that on my entire trip, I was the only person with a DSLR that I saw. People commented on my “vintage” setup while they fiddled with their phone’s camera. I realized that, back in 2009 and 2010, the bridge would have been full of people like me angling for a space with their tripods and their Canons and Sonys and Fujifilms. Now all of that has changed. And for a good reason - camera phones are pretty amazing. But…they still, for now, have their limitations compared to an actual digital camera, including post-processing flexibility and the ability to print large-scale. If I took the above photo with my phone, no way I could print it for a portfolio, nor would I want to.

The Crabtree Falls hike is actually pretty fun but it gets wet and rocky so you’d be obliged to wear hiking boots. I saw a lot of jaunty young folks in trainers and just thought, what is it about me, Lord? Why do I feel every pebble unless I’m in a $200 pair of boots??

The third waterfall is the lower falls at Hanging Rock:

You can see right away that it was a sunny day. (Again, I only ever have limited time on these trips, sigh) The best condition for waterfall photography is a cloudy day, so I broke out my +6 neutral density filter and popped it onto my lens. The filter automatically ‘stops down’ the exposure on your camera further than it can normally go, basically creating a dark screen to film through. Sometimes this is difficult because if the overall conditions are too dark, then the camera can’t focus. But on this day I was fine. The important thing was to keep from capturing any big or blown-out highlights on the white water; and this is where using a DSLR in my opinion is quite superior to just a camera phone. The original photos are very dark save for the waterfall itself, but because the D850 is able to capture so much information, all I had to do was raise the shadows and voila - the rest of the scenery was restored.

I still would have loved to have gotten this on a cloudy day, but I like the slightly tropical feel it has otherwise. The hike to this falls is very easy until you get to a massive set of steps, so if you have bad knees or a heart condition, just take it slow.

The last falls that I took dedicated photos of was Looking Glass Falls, which I’d been to at least three times before but it’s just so easy to get to (literally right off the road in Pisgah National Forest) and as mentioned, I hadn’t been in spring. It turned out to be a bit of a turbulent shoot - it was windy and the spray from the falls got all on the camera lens, and the sun was way up in the sky (even though the falls were in shadow) so there was a bunch of sun glare and I hadn’t brough a lense hood. So to me, this photo is messy, but still has some charm to it. Some. :)

I got to capture some other things while I wasn’t hiking or driving to a hike, like the first evening when I visited Cowee Mountain Overlook at sunset. Whilst the skies didn’t cooperate, the vista really shows the capabilities of the D850 with its 47MP in getting all that fine, faraway detail to make the contours of the mountains stand out. You can see in previous mountain photos that I’ve taken with the D810 that there is in comparison, not as much to “see.” You even get the sense that you’re getting every branch of every tree, and every leaf on every branch, and I just love it.

With it being spring and pretty rainy, the morning fog on the Blue Ridge Parkway actually got pretty intense Saturday morning as I was driving to the Crabtree Falls hike, but it made for cool photos that I’ll never get at home:

And of course, there were flowers. NOT nearly as many as I’d hoped, meaning that full spring doesn’t come to western North Carolina until at least May and into June, but I got to get a little practice in. Now, I always tell myself that I’ll rent a macro lens and then I completely forget, so I end up having to settle for my 100-400mm lens, but as you can see, it does the job. These are not “macro” photos but the fine detail on these tiny flowers is really incredible (especially using the D850!) and these are handheld shots, meaning the vibration stability on the lens is just out of this world.

And just a couple more fun shots using a darker editing process (the trick is to use a very low ISO to get the deep blacks in the background):

So all in all worth it, I would say! I hope you’ve enjoyed this little review of my trip. Still got my Colorado wildflower trip coming up at the end of July, and so far the trip leader has advised me to get in shape!! Treadmill here I come!

Multnomah Falls.

Back in July I went to meet an online friend for the first time up in Portland, where we hung out for the long Fourth of July weekend. We had a fabulous time cruising around the witchy city, taking in the sights, and having conversations about the universe; but the funniest thing that happened was while we were walking the streets of downtown, where there is SO MUCH art/graffiti, I started to notice that people had incorporated the famous Multnomah Falls into their work. I knew the Falls was in the Pacific NW but really had no idea the location. Then an ambulance went by—no lie—with a colorful depiction of the Falls right on its side. I slowly, slowly started to put two and two together and googled the location of the Falls.

Thirty minutes away.

So we immediately made plans to take the first morning shuttle up to see the spectacular sight. This is one of those places I thought, especially in my early photography days (read: broke), that I simply never thought I would get to. Me, in the Pacific NW? Being towered over by one of the tallest waterfalls in the US? Nah. Couldn’t be me. And yet. There we were.

Multnomah Falls, nearest to Troutdale, OR and riiight up against the border with Washington State, drops 620 feet into Multnomah Creek in the famed Columbia River Gorge. In the picture above you can see it’s kind of bisected—the top half is more of a bridalveil, while the lower is more cascades. There is a very easy (but uphill) and paved hike to the bridge you see, which is very popular, but really there are probably a dozen different places along the trail to view the falls that are breathtaking. You can even go all the way up to the top and look down. (My friend did; I did not. Not afraid of heights, just a heart attack)

The most fortuitous thing of all was that I actually had a DSLR camera with me. This was just a fun hang-out trip, not one of my nature jaunts, but I’d brought my D610 along to do portrait shots with my friend (I miss those days so much!). And, as luck would have it, I remembered to bring not only my 85mm, which is a fixed lens and great for people but not for landscapes, but also my 24-70mm for any wide shots, which is how I was able to fulfill a dream in the PNW that day. One thing I didn’t have was a tripod, but at this point, I’m getting pretty okay at standing as still as possible and not breathing for up to one second to get the waterfall effect. ;)

I’m definitely going back, this time with my new D850 (about which I shall post about soon) and a freaking tripod, and maybe I’ll rent a super-wide lens too just for fun. Friend and I are hoping to meet up again in June, and we’ll see what the water flow looks like then, and maybe there will even be some more tiny wildflowers for me to squee over? We shall see!

Nisely Wedding.

In June I finally got to shoot my first wedding, as a second shooter to my amazing photographer best friend Sara who does portrait and drone photography with her husband Justin in Pratt, KS (as Midwest Plains Photography). We’ve known each other since band camp freshman year of college, and even back then I knew she had enviable, natural photography skills.

When she booked her very first wedding, because it was a large one and up to twelve hours, I signed on to be her assistant and bring all my fun gear. And we couldn’t have asked for better weather or more beautiful people. I’ve created a special page just for a curated set of my photos of Josie and Tyler’s wedding. (See navigation bar up top) Please peruse and enjoy, and if anyone you know needs a coupla wedding photographers!…

Autumn in NC.

So I went to North Carolina last October but presciently waited until our local trees had a bad year before blessing you all with the colors of autumn that I found in that wondrous state. :) I actually had only booked a weekend getaway to be alone and meditate, of course bringing my camera just in case, and by the time the sun rose on my drive in through the Tennessee mountains I knew it was going to be just another photo trip with a five-minute meditation session tossed in somewhere.

It was the first weekend of October and in the Smokies and Blue Ridge Mountains, the leaves at the highest elevations turn first, and in many of my non-public photos you can literally see the line of demarcation from bursts of red and orange and gold to efforts of yellow and bright green. It was even better color than I’d encountered in 2020, which is saying A LOT.

It was really something, to be able to spend time just cruising the Parkway seeking overlooks at which to take in the carpet of color laying over the mountains.

The oranges in particular near Graveyard Fields and Craggy Gardens were so intense that this particular tree showed up on Instagram a dozen times over.

I hiked the Graveyard Fields trail, up a mile or so and then back down to the lower Falls. It was a sunny day, but I made it work.

I remembered to stop and take in the small details as well.

Mornings were foggy, misty, with a character that changed from minute to minute as the temperatures rose and the sun poked in and out of the clouds.

It really was an unforgettable trip. Even though I only had four days, I was able to make the most of it and I had ever so much fun. I even got to meet a lovely friend for the first time! So I have a lot to look forward to when I get back, although I may try a spring trip this time just to toss things up.

In exciting news, I have made a down payment on a Colorado wildflowers photo tour next July! Thank God they make people put money down and make an actual commitment, because they know people like me need that extra push. It’s going to be led by a Colorado native who now lives in North Carolina and gives photo tours for a living and he produces the most spectacular photos. You can follow him at @wncphototours. I can’t wait to go, and show you the results!

Red Rock Canyon.

I was in Las Vegas for my birthday in February and carved out time for a couple of trips to nearby Red Rock Canyon. There are plenty of options for hiking and climbing, which I hope to go back and take advantage of one day, but there’s also a 13-mile scenic loop that’s perfect for time-limited visitors like myself and my friends. We went around 3pm the first time, to catch the descent into golden hour.

It took a lot of willpower to not oversaturate the photos in post-processing, especially considering that RAW files are always desaturated at the start. But I wanted to stay true to the desert light, which I did find to actually be different enough from what I’m used to that I struggled a bit. This is one reason it’s good to step away from your photos for periods of time so that you can come back to them with a fresh perspective on what you’ve done before posting. (Which is why this took me so long)

(Ok…maybe I got a little crazy with that one. Just for fun. :-P)

Seeing the possibilities in the way the rays of light fell over the tops of th rocks also strengthened my resolve to get to places with nice, big mountains.

Our second trip was in the morning a couple of days later. It was like being on a movie set - even at only 9am the light was stark but in a good way, as if Clint Eastwood were waiting just around the next bend. You know what I mean.

Without the light obscuring the rocks to the west I also could now make out Skull Rock (last photo). Thousands of years ago the First Creek people would leave offerings at the base of the rock to ensure that monsoon season would return. When it did, streams of water would gush out of the two giant eyes, and they would say, “The great skull is crying, and we are saved.”

Sigh, fine, I made up the Skull Rock story, I don’t even know if anyone calls it that, but you can totally see it looks like a skull, right?!

Shutterfly.

A new tradition at the Butterfly House in Faust Park here in St. Louis is “Blue Morpho Mardi Gras,” held each February. While the BH always has a few morphos on hand, they carry an extra 1,500 for this event.

So let me go ahead and disenchant you right now: blue morphos are the worst. Beautiful? Sure! Their long, elegant wings are a dazzling bright blue and even a festive blue-purple ombre in the right light. When they flutter crazily about they almost seem to leave trails of electricity, they are so vibrant. It was quite a sight to see so many at one time (although I didn’t get the sense of fifteen hundred).

So why are they the worst? Because THEY WON’T SIT DOWN. Most butterlies flit to and fro in their paradise of sweet-smelling flowers, gold-specked sunlight and never knowing what politics is, but they land frequently to eat nectar and sun their wings (“sunning” being when they spread them out in all their glory). Blue morphos are…frustratingly ephemeral. They just don’t stop. They. Don’t. Stop. They never have. They never will. I assume it’s some evolutionary device that has allowed them to escape various jungle predators over the eons, but this is America, Jack. I need you to calm it down. At one point I lowered my camera and muttered “I’m pretty sure they could tranquilize these [expletive deleted]s if they wanted to.”

And even though I’m sure butterfly interest groups would protest loudly at the sedating of blue morphos in the interest of getting ONE, just ONE good picture, I am willing to take an ethically spurious stance here for the benefit of photographers everywhere.

Oh, I almost forgot. They do land sometimes. And sit with their wings folded up (the undercarriage, as with many other butterflies, is an extremely disappointing brown). And basically fall asleep I guess. The insectarium has various platters of dessicated banana peels which are somehow a butterfly delicacy, and the blue morphos love these things. In fact, they sit there so long - with their wings folded up so you can only see what looks like tree bark - that I should inform you that a dead blue morpho is actually distinguished by the fact that you can actually see its wings for once as it lays in repose. And you know how fun taking photos of dead butterflies is!

Anyway. I’m just saying. I’m sure some people out there love the challenge. I like a challenge too, when there is at least a vague path to victory. In the end, I actually got a couple of shots of them in motion and showing off the blue (more on camera technique in a moment). And I found one sitting on the ground near the exit that would open its wings at the speed of light every two or three minutes. I stood there like an idiot and caught some shots there too (first blue morpho photo below). And it was hot! Nice and hot and muggy in the ol’ dome, and I bet if you turned the temperature down a little bit in there…they wouldn’t be so chipper…I’m just saying……

The blue moprho, Earth’s most dastardly creature.

There were other butterflies there too, of course, thank GOD. As usual I brought my 100-400mm Tamron lens with me and as usual, it is phenomenal for handheld zoom. You can always get sharper photos by making a bigger effort, like lugging a tripod around and using a dedicated macro lens, but my budget is what it is, and I rather enjoy seeing what my workhouse will capture. In the old days I would have set my camera to Sports mode (which gives priority to a fast shutter), but now that I shoot in manual I set the shutter at 1/250 and the ISO at 500 for the Butterfly House. Where butterflies were hiding in dark areas, I upped the ISO; when trying to deal with the blue morphos I used 1/1250 for a bit. No science there, just trying to get in the ballpark. What I have done in the past though, with more entry-level equipment, is use a very fast shutter to reduce motion blur - though the original (the “negative”) is dark, if you shoot in RAW and use a professional post-processing program like Lightroom, you will have captured enough data to be able to up the exposure and no one will be the wiser.

Blue Clipper. (Strikes me as green but ok)

Blue Clipper from the front. 400mm, 1/250 shutter, ISO 1000, f/6.3. The focus isn’t perfect but it’ll do.

I think this is called a Central American Cattleheart but honestly, the BH’s website type is really small.

Again, their font is just like…really tiny. :\ I also may need to update my browser.

Paper kite, AKA The Golden Child.

I love paper kites. They are the best. They know the perfect balance of flying and landing, their wings look the same on BOTH SIDES, and they are just born knowing how to pose. I caught myself at one point singing softly to it, like “you’re a perfect butterfly, yes - you - are,” and I feel no shame or guilt about this.

My best paper kite photo is featured on the Missouri page of this website - if you haven’t seen it, go look!

Thanks to everyone who responded to my last post; it looks like I’m going to Glacier National Park for my next big photo trip. I think I’m going to aim for a September/October time frame. More to come.

Lastly, I am leaving tomorrow for Las Vegas for a week, and will be visiting Red Rock Canyon, about which I am super stoked. You can look forward to those pictures, too. :)

A new year.

I have one resolution this year and it is to go to a place I’ve never been before for photographs. Below are some options I’m thinking of:

  • Rocky Mountains

  • Grand Canyon

  • Sierra Nevadas

  • Glacier National Park

  • Pacific Northwest

Let me know in the comments which you think I should see, or if you know of another awesome place, speak up!

Autumn.

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ~ L.M. Montgomery

I’m not sure about the country as a whole but fall didn’t really get a chance this year here in ol’ Missouri (fair Missouri). But that doesn’t mean I can’t try to brighten things up with some beautiful fall colors from years past to look at. Scroll and enjoy. :) Because winter is coming. o_o

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For some reason autumn is portrait season here at the humble, somewhat cob-webbed square footage of Studio281, and I’ve already done two sessions that I LOVE. (To be honest, I love every session I do)

My best friend that I’ve known the absolute longest - “since day 2,” we like to joke, but we’re not joking - had a milestone birthday recently! Happy birthday! So we commemorated with a super fun shoot on a rare cloudy day down in Dallas, TX.

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I’ve done several photo shoots with her and her beautiful family over the years, so hopefully next time I/they visit we’ll update our stash.

Another beautiful family I’m honored to know just blessed my camera last weekend. I did baby photos of little baby girl last year when she was just one month old - we all know they grow fast but wow! :’-)

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Gold rush.

Whilst in California in July I scheduled a day trip up to the Lassen Volcanic National Park and Mt. Shasta areas; about a four-hour drive north from my hotel in Martinez in the East Bay. Naturally I started out a bit before dawn, and when the sun had come up and I was on I-505, just before reaching the anticipated long stretch of I-5, I saw the most magical hills to the east. They immediately made me think of a golden Palouse Fields (google them, they’re beautiful) and as usual, I had to figure out if I could stop or not. With heavy regret, I did not stop. And yet as with all things great and wonderful, I couldn’t stop thinking about them.

So, I schemed to drive back out there. I knew exactly what pre-dawn time to head out to catch the same light and I knew that the skies would be clear each morning. It ended up that the best way to fit this in was to go the morning of my flight back home. It was an hour drive out to an area I found out is called Dunnigan Hills.

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I simply pulled over to the shoulder, rolled the window down, and pulled out my camera; didn’t even have to get out of the car. What really captured me were the folds in the hills and how they seemed sculpted by the rising and falling light and shadow. I used my telephoto lens, which made the difference - the tiny details are incredibly important.

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I want to note that it is times like these I am grateful to be able to use a full-frame camera and post-processing software. I always shoot in RAW, which captures the scene without finalizing any approximation of saturation/exposure/etc., and then I can bring the photo back to what I saw with my own eyes. The aforementioned detail is possible because of the 36MP of the D810. While I love, love, love how phone cameras have democratized photography for the masses, there are still a couple of benefits to doing things the old-fashioned way.

I had to go back. That’s the lesson here. And while it would be awesome to travel with a photog friend, a lot of times I get these wild hairs and I feel like they would be very inconvenient for anyone who enjoys normal sleeping/eating schedules, or talking during road trips; things like that. When you’ve got the wanderlust, sometimes you just gotta go it alone.

Also - appropriately - the county in which the Dunnigan Hills are located is called…Yolo.

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Berkeley Rose Garden.

 
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There’s a particular public garden up in the Berkeley hills that I try to visit whenever I’m in the Bay Area. The sheer offering of types of roses is really to die for, even if you go during an “off season,” as I did in July. Flowers in general are crafty little beings; you think you’re above photographing such things and then when that first photo on your camera or phone makes you gasp…it’s a wrap. You’re now spending copious amounts of time and money for the privilege of capturing nature’s ephemera.

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I pretty much always use my telephoto lens now when capturing flowers, because there are so many ways to play with light when it’s sunny, and cool techniques to try when it’s cloudy (like manipulating a black background in post-processing). Additionally, to put in a little plug for Tamron, my lens is crazy steady even at 400mm so I can catch little bugs without having to get too close, because of course they would eat me.

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The above is not a true macro shot (I don’t have a macro lens) but it’s probably the clearest close-up photo of a bug I’ve ever taken - and I didn’t need a tripod. It’s times like these that I understand why some people get so excited about their “gear.”

I hope to start publishing on my blog once a week going forward - I’ve been set back this week with a nasty cold so my apologies; I’m glad to be back in the saddle.

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Shark Fin Cove.

Typically when I take a photo trip I try to go to some new spots - it’s actually very tempting to keep going back to the same places that dazzled you before. It only took an evening of glassy-eyed googling to pinpoint Shark Fin Cove as a must-see destination, and in mid-July I was cruising down the coast toward Santa Cruz.

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The “clouds” are actually fast-moving fog and it never really caught any color from the sunset, so in post-processing I used a filter to change the tint of the sky. I’ve only very recently started doing this, because I felt guilty about inventing a pretty sky, and then I saw a quick video by this fantastic photographer I follow on Instagram - a video about how to improve your post-proc techniques - and I watched as he changed an almost colorless sky to something pink and purple and gold. Now, anyone who has spent time photographing nature knows that it’s incredibly hard to predict a good sunset. In fact, replacing skies in post-proc has become so popular that I think the latest version of Lightroom includes it as an option. So sometimes, when you see that stunning landscape photo with the crazy clouds and colors…it’s been added in. Purists everywhere are weeping, I know.

You can see the natural daytime colors of the cove, about two hours prior to the photo above, here:

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And below is how I processed for post-sunset using the general vibe of the cold coast.

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Lastly, I just have to say that there is absolutely no way for me to see, hear, or even think the words ‘shark fin cove’ without immediately hearing ‘shark’s fin soup, madame!’ from the classic comedy Clue. I know I’m not the only one. Thanks for visiting!

Cypress Tunnel 2.0.

 
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If the cypress tunnel above looks familiar, that is because it is the same tunnel featured on this site’s intro page. When I stumbled across a photo of this spot on someone’s random blog back in 2017 I instantly knew I had to find it when I took my vacation in late September. And it was everything of which I had dreamed…except for the dense fog that refused to lift during my two-hour stay.

But, interestingly, though the isolated spot in Point Reyes has become much more popular since then (it even has it’s own little page on the California parks site), I still have not come across one from a foggy morning. So, I guess I got lucky. And it is one of my favorite photos I’ve taken, to be sure.

When I took a trip to NorCal again last month, I visited the cypress tunnel again, this time on a bright sunny morning. And I still loved it. How can you not? But please note: if you get a chance to visit, the entrance is now blocked off due to people literally parking in between the trees for several years so they could get their pointless selfies. You can still walk the tunnel, obviously - although I wonder how long before someone ruins that for us, too.

Please be sure to check out my previous blog posts. They are all that remains of the first incarnation of my blog as I have decided to do things differently and hopefully, for more eyes. Thanks for visiting. :)

Reasons I drink.

Herewith, a few things that photographers do that make me want to strangle them. They don’t actually make me drink. Don’t worry.

  1. Calling lenses “glass.”

  2. Calling a photo “tack sharp.”

  3. Talking about “throwing” the aperture “wide open.”

  4. Being both complimentary and chill at once: “Lovely photo, bro!”

  5. Calling equipment “gear.”

  6. Giving the full name of a piece of equipment for no reason. For example, I can say “Here I used my Tamron 100-400mm.” Bob would prefer to say, “I was out at sunrise yesterday with my Tamron 100-400mm F/4.5-6.3 Di VC USD hoping to catch some egrets…” Bob is the worst.

  7. Using a lens hood on a cloudy day.

  8. Invoking Ansel Adams to defend post-processing. (It doesn’t need defending)

  9. Smugly declaring you can get a medium-format quality shot with your phone camera. No you can’t.

  10. Traveling to the Dolomites to get the exact same photo everyone else got.

Hello.

I am not a professional photographer. I cannot devote my life and my money to travel. I’ve never taken a class, and that’s not a good thing. I use Lightroom, not Photoshop. I can’t add in a better sky. I can’t make composites. I hate gearheads, and people who go to Iceland. I suck at landscapes. I prefer bright colors. I chose Squarespace over 500px. I will get up before dawn for one shot. I will drive five hours one way for one waterfall. I will hike alone with no fear, and bear spray. I will slap a matte preset on it in a heartbeat. I might go to your meetup. I will capture.