There were bad decisions made that fateful night in 2010, right TMO?
The last time Blondie and I went camping, biblical rain showers mixed with a shallow bowl-shaped campsite caused our little haven beneath the trees to become a giant pain in my swamp-ass. That next morning, after a near-mutinous and soggy night, we packed up everything in silence and, upon arrival at our place in the city, we deposited the sodden muddy fabric of our camping kit directly into the dumpster. That, according to Blondie, was the end of that BS – no more sleeping on the ground – that was Summer 2010.
Since then, our many outdoor ventures together have been cabin or lodge based – usually near a bar – and that seems to suit us both as we like a bit of pampering and a stiff drink after a day of adventuring (who doesn’t?). Our most recent trip to Big Sur was, however, a departure from the norm in that we were going to get back into a tent, but this time a tent with a bed and lights and a sink with fresh running water. Yes, we decided to give glamping a try. Ech! Personally, I cannot stand the moniker “glamping” as it implies that this old mountain man has gone soft, but in reality it is a cloth cabin with a comfortable bed that is great after a long day of being outdoors. Depending on the campground, you still get to do all the fun campfire stuff, you still need to be vigilant about forest creatures running off with the Doritos (seriously, guard those chips), and, in our case, you still get to be nestled into a mountain niche under a tall stand of coastal redwoods, but you get to do it all with comfort and style and there is absolutely nothing wrong with comfort and style.
Please read on to find out more about our first foray into the luxe-camping life and check out all of the pretty photographs that I made for you… Continue reading
Mmm, so blue.
Once again we braved airports, planes the size of VW Beetles, and a boat ride to arrive on Coco Plum Island Resort (who is not paying for this post), a 16 acre speck of an island just off the coast of Dangriga Town, Belize. The resort is home to 18 cabanas of varying sizes, one over-water bungalow, a main office/restaurant/bar area, and a dormitory area for the workers. Other than that there are some hearty trees, sand, sun, the occasional water bird swooping in to say hey, and two resident crocodiles (one of which is named Rebecca). The resort is small, simple, and perfect. Continue reading
As always, click the pic to make it large. Resolution is at 50% to deter theft. Full Resolution shots are always available for sale.
Ah, springtime in Dallas. One day it is 89 degrees and the next it is 32. Naturally, we arrived on one of the coldest April weekends Dallas has seen in quite some time. But, being people who aren’t easily daunted (one must never be daunted) we did our best to make the weekend successful – and by successful, I mean that we got re-acquainted with our favorite bartenders and ate a lot of food and bitched about how cold it was.
My office for four days.
Once the chill of the weekend had passed I was able to get quite a bit of work done just west of Downtown Dallas in the Trinity River Reservation as well as one day shooting a parking garage downtown – I chose to work down near the river because now that the flood waters have receded and the grasses mowed it is a great place to search out weird wading birds and be mostly alone in a metro area that appears to be trying for an urban sprawl record. As is usually the case I worked alone except for the day shooting the parking garage with my photo partner, Luci.
Below are a few of the keepers that I made – keep in mind that in the four days I spent down there I walked over 40 miles and took 500+ photos, most of which were absolute and complete shit. However, any day making crap photos out in the wide open spaces is better than, well, damn near everything. Enjoy!
Good morning everyone. I had grand plans to fill you all in on a rather trying flight we took recently from Hong Kong to Dalian, but since I am on day two of a two-day hangover it came out sounding forced and contained to many curse words. I had Blondie (who is also on day two) give it a once over to make sure I wasn’t being hard on myself and her only comment was that it wasn’t funny – not a terribly glowing review. I am going to put it aside for now and join it up with a summary of our Christmas trip to Europe, which I will get to you soon. In the meantime I’d like to show you a few photos I have been working on – sort of an appetizer for you, the loyal and or bored reader.
A little while back when it was still booger-freezing cold here in Dalian we decided that it would be a good idea to go on a road trip to Dandong, a town about four and a half hours away and equally as cold. When we spoke to our man Lv about driving us there in the middle of the winter to have a look around he appeared puzzled and was quick to say that Dandong was more of a summer destination. However, after a little chiding and remembering that he gets overtime on the weekends he agreed to drive us up there. For those of you who have never heard of Dandong, which I might add is a satisfying word to say aloud, it is a city that lies on the Yalu River which separates Liaoning Province in China from The Democratic People’s Republic of Korea, or, as we know it, North Korea. Continue reading
So the universe dealt us a nasty wind and a low cloud deck today for our early morning bluebonnet shoot near Bristol, TX. For those of you who aren’t photographically inclined this meant that our long exposure shots were blurry because of the wind shaking the camera/tripod and the flowers. After doing a lot of complaining about conditions, as photographers are apt to do, we managed to get a few good shots as it got lighter – Here they are.
A dash of vignette here, a bump of contrast there, and Bob’s your uncle.
A good friend of mine, and fellow WordPress blogger, has talked me into getting up before dawn tomorrow in order to shoot a field of bluebonnets as the sun rises. I am neither a flower guy nor a morning person, but I will jump at any chance to get into the country and shoot something new. In preparation for the shoot I took a walk along the banks of Turtle Creek here in Uptown Dallas and shot every flower I could find. Here are a few of the better ones. I have not looked up the names of any of the flowers here but you, the reader, can let me know what they are if you feel so inclined. Enjoy.
It looks like a forest floor but it’s actually about twenty feet from a four lane thruway.