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*Note 2: I don’t normally do black & white photography, but today’s weather just seemed to beg for that treatment.
Since the first of the year the weather here in East Texas has been anything but cheery. In fact, it has been downright drab and depressing. I made a promise to myself that I was going to break that chain, and even if the weather wasn’t beautiful, I was going to get outside if for no other reason than to get some exercise.
So, I log out of work a couple of hours early, clearing with my boss to log a couple of hours of vacation time of course, and head outside. Sure enough, it is still dreary and even a little misty. I grab my trusty Canon 1DX-II body, 70-200mm lens, and head outside…after bundling up a bit that is. After all, it’s not even 60 degrees out there, and I live in Texas. LOL
As I began my walk, the first thing I noticed was how moist the air was. I was thankful for the weather sealing that Canon has provided for my camera and lens. At least I don’t have to worry about my equipment.
The first place I go is the creek that borders my property. I have had quite a bit of erosion over the past few years due to flash-floods and I wanted to make sure that everything is still holding.
Convergence
Things seem to be holding, at least for now. Who knows what will happen when the spring rains come this year?
Climbing up out of the creek, I see a fallen log which has a fungus growing on it. Life passes, and gives life. The circle of life in nature.
Where the Fungus Grows
As I walk around the property, I check on my bluebird boxes and clean them out for the coming year. It looks like 4 of the 7 boxes had a happy nest in them this past year. That explains all the bluebirds I noticed all summer long. I hope even more will be used this year.
And speaking of critters that live in holes, I stop and ponder for a moment who has been taking up residence in this old tree. Perhaps someday I will find out.
Someone’s Home
I continue walking past the boundary of my property and into my neighbor’s forest. He allows me excursions into the woods with my cameras. It’s great to have friendly Texas neighbors.
Living in East Texas, it is not uncommon to find relics of the oil boom that took place here many years ago. In fact, not far from my property is the location of the Daisy-Bradford #3 well which began the boom here in East Texas. This abandoned pipeline has been lost back to nature.
Lost to Nature
Looking through the brush shows the gauge that used to measure the pressure of the valuable substance flowing through the pipes, now dormant, sitting peacefully at zero.
Measuring Zero
Continuing my trek on this drab and dismal day, a single bit of color catches my eye. The pine trees have provided a carpet for the forest floor, and some other tree has provided a pop of color. This helps me remember that even on a day like today there are still things for which to be thankful to almighty God.
A bit farther I come to the power line easement that crosses so many properties. As I look down the line I can see the mist which is starting to roll in across the pasture. I’m strangely overcome with a sense of peace at the scene.
Mist Across the Pasture
As I’m walking I realize that for the first time in several months, I’m outside and active, breathing the fresh air and making my body move. It feels good. I’ve been so tired of being tired all the time, and it’s no one’s fault but my own.
I come to a small pond of water that was uncovered during the recent tree harvest on my neighbor’s property. I sit down on a stump to rest and to just listen. Hoping to hear the sounds of nature, all I really hear is silence, which is very calming. It seems I wasn’t the only one affected by this weather. All the critters appear to be hunkered down.
Then I notice the branches of a small pine tree which had fallen near the pond with the little seeds of life still clinging to the branches. Once more, death giving way to new life.
Seeds of Life
As I head back to my own property I notice a lone, crooked tree standing in a field where all the others had been harvested. For some strange reason it made me think about how it felt to be the one left out when teams were being picked in grade school. This poor guy didn’t get picked. But in this case being picked meant going to the lumber mill, not a sports team. I wonder if it knows how lucky it was for being so malformed? I wonder if it will green up again in the spring? Or is this just another example of the cycle.
Last to be Picked
From here I head back and finish checking the bluebird houses on my own property. Now they are all nice and clean for the next generation of bluebirds this spring.
Now, what can I do next to get myself off the couch, my body moving, and shoot with my camera? We’ll see.
Until next time, Michael
FYI: The tree harvesting on my neighbors’ property will enter the next phase this year with planting of new trees. Once more, the cycle of life in nature, of a renewable resource.
All words and photos copyright 2020 MHampton Photography Equipment used: Canon 1DX II and Canon 70-200IS/USM/L lens
Our last day of adventure in Idaho started out as another chilly and wet morning. Wanting to give a new place a try, Karen and I started out on the river bank behind the University of Idaho, Coeur d’Alene. It was also windy. There were a lot of little chicks there and these two appear to be siblings, with one giving the other what-for.
I’m going to tell mom!
After not much going on there we headed back to the hotel to warm up a bit before heading over to pick up Janice. Out the window I happened to notice a magpie. I’ve been hunting for one of these the entire trip. They are like the common grackle here in Texas, usually everywhere, until you want to get a photo of one. This was the best I could do, through the dirty glass of my hotel window, but I can say I got one.
Magpie through a window
We headed north once more, looking for anything interesting. We headed up towards Newport and then over to Priest River. By then it was time for lunch. We stopped at a place called the Village Kitchen. Now, I had been craving an old-fashioned open-faced roast beef sandwich with mashed potatoes and gravy for some time and the first thing I noticed on the menu was just that. I was all in. The guy running the place looked more like a surfer from California than an Idaho mountain dude, but he was nice, and his jokes were great. Lunch came, and the food was excellent!
I’m glad we tipped well here!
As we were leaving I asked the guy if he knew of any cool waterfalls in the area. He gave me directions to some up around Priest Lake so we headed off in that direction. I found it on the map and plugged it into my GPS. We drove for a while, beautiful country, but when we got there we found the road blocked off with no idea how far it was to the actual waterfalls. I listened but did not hear the sound of rushing water anywhere.
We left, with me debating in my mind if we left without giving the place a fair shot but when we stopped for gas, I did some more quick googling and found that were were other falls not too far from where we were. We continued on and without seeing any signs, ended up on an old dirt forestry service road. After a few miles of my traveling companions questioning my sanity and directional ability, we arrived at a sign indicating the Roosevelt Grove of Ancient Cedars. The average age of the trees here is 800 years with some being 2000-3000 years old! Imaging being among living trees that were around while Jesus walked the earth!
Also at this place is Granite Falls. Another beautiful set of waterfalls for us to explore and photograph. Karen captured this of me while I was setting up for my first set of photos of the falls.
The intrepid photographer
As you can see from this photograph, the water from these falls are blasting down the mountain. No way I’m getting in those waters, but the rocks are slippery. I’m glad my shoes had good grips on the soles.
Granite Falls – Lower
Once again, while I was looking at the big picture, Karen was able to filter out the noise and notice the small beauty in the place. I really need to take a lesson from her on how to slow down and notice things.
Small beauty
After my initial shots I moved back to get more of the river that flows from the falls. I was able to carefully move out a little into the rocks in the river, but again was being very careful not to slip and get washed away.
Roaring river
And of course, we were finally in a spot were we could actually stand in some snow. After traveling all the way from Texas to see snow, we weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to stand in it and take a photo!
As we were leaving I noticed a sign pointing to another set of falls, but our time for this trip was up. As we arrived back at the blacktop, Karen had me stop so she could take a photo of the road lined with these huge trees. This is our path back home and our good-bye, at least for now, to Idaho.
It was a beautiful trip. Got to spend some quality time with our friend Janice, and got to see and photograph some beautiful scenery. I hope you enjoyed tagging along with us, even if this these posts come 3 months later. Maybe they provided some relief from the heat we are enduring right now here in Texas.
Until the next adventure,
Michael Sharing God’s Creation, One Click at a Time
All words and photos copyright 2019 MHampton Photography Equipment used: Canon 5DS-R, Canon 1DX II, Canon T6S, and various Canon lenses and Insta360 One X
A day of waterfalls and “the story”. Everyone knows you “Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls” and after this day, I know why. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
It was my turn to search the internet for places to go today, I had read about Snow Creek Falls, up north of Sandpoint ID, so I followed the GPS and before you know it, we were on a dirt road going up the side of a mountain, but it got us to the right spot. Janice decided to wait in the car while Karen and I ventured into the woods following a clearly marked path. At this point I really had no idea how long the trail was but it wasn’t long until we were able to hear water in the distance.
Continuing on the trail we soon started going down a pretty steep slope, but the water was getting louder so I figured we were headed in the right direction. Soon we came to a wooden overlook and were treated to this sight.
Snow Creek – Upper Falls
I began to work the scene photographically, trying to get this beautiful sight from different angles. I loved how the beam of sunlight was filtering down through the trees and mist, highlighting the scene like a spotlight.
Snow Creek – Upper Falls
Unlike with the roadside waterfall earlier in the trip, this time I was prepared. I had carried my trusty tripod along with me on the trail since I knew what I was looking for this time. That allowed me to capture the standard “misty water” waterfall. Hey, everyone has to take the cliché shot occasionally when you get the chance.
Michael at water’s edge
While I was traipsing around next to the roaring river of snow-melt, Karen stayed up on the observation platform. I’ve always told her that if something ever happens to me while trying to get a shot, she had better get a shot of what happened to me. My hands are blurry because I was constantly putting them in front of the lens and removing them while taking shots to keep the water spray off.
Rushing River
As you can see from the above photo, that water was not messing around. The spring thaw was in full effect and the water was rushing down the mountain with much power! I had thought briefly about stepping into the water to get a cleaner shot of the fall, but eventually thought better of it.
After spending an adequate amount of time at the scene we headed back. But on our way I noticed a sign pointing to the “Lower Falls”! Double header!! I could tell from the sound that it couldn’t be very far from where we were so we headed down. Janice would understand.
Once we arrived I was in awe. I had thought that the upper falls were magnificent, but I think I liked the lower falls even more! Not as much of the sun beams, but the background glow and the green mossy rocks just made this scene.
Snow Creek – Lower Falls
Once more I was down at the water’s edge with my trusty tripod and this time there were some rocks out in the water. I was able to stand on them and here there were no naked tree branches or twigs in the way. Nice clean waterfall shot!
Snow Creek – Lower Falls
Now, with these two waterfalls under my belt, it was time to head back. I was pretty pleased with how this day had turned out.
We got back to the car and headed down the mountain. On the way down I noticed a guy standing next to his truck coming out of a gate next to the road. Remembering that I was on a dirt road I did the courteous thing and slowed way down so as to not cover him with dust. We waved as we passed.
When we got to the bottom of the mountain the road crossed over Snow Creek and I wanted to get a quick shot of the scene. I was instructed by the two women-folk in the vehicle to hurry because they had “needs” to be met at a station down the road. 😉 No problem, I can do this quick. I jump out of the car and run to the bridge.
Well, as it would happen, while I was there about to take a shot, the truck I passed earlier pulled up and this guy gets out and comes walking toward me. I’m thinking to myself that maybe I didn’t slow down enough and he was going to give me a “talkin’ to” for driving too fast down a mountainous dirt road. He approached me and asked if I lived in Coeur d’Alene. I responded “No, but our friend with us does. I’m from Texas!” We then chat a bit about my camera and such and then he says to me, “I’m going to give you an opportunity that not many people get. I own most of this land here around the river. Just a little ways up this creek is another waterfall that makes the two up top look puny. Are you interested?”
Well, now I have a predicament. I have a once in a lifetime chance to see something unique that is not available to just anyone, but my wife and friend need some facilities. I figure, surely this can’t take too long, and without another thought, I follow this stranger into the woods. I But then I remember thinking as I walked into the woods with this stranger that this is how many Criminal Minds episodes start out. I hope the shot is worth it.
We walk up the side of the creek a bit and the gentleman asks me several times if I’m agile because there will be some climbing involved. I respond “You bet I am!” knowing full well that I’m in probably the worst shape of my 55+ year life. He gives me directions–not far up the creek, but you have to climb up to the top of the bank (about 25 yards up), follow the ridge for a bit, and then climb back down (another 25 yards pretty much straight down. Again I say, “No problem.” I can’t let him thinks Texans are wimps. I thank him again and he turns to leave the woods. I’m alone.
So, I climb up the bank, camera strapped over my back, using my hands to claw my way up. I get to the top of the ridge and my heart is pounding, but I go on. I can hear the water and I keep looking down trying to see the waterfall, but the brush is very thick. I finally get to a point where it looks like a trail headed down the bank, so I climb down, again using my hands, holding on to small branches and roots sticking out of the ground to avoid falling to my death in the rushing water below.
About this time I start to wonder how long I have been gone from the car and remember my lovely wife and friend asking me to hurry because of their “need”. I think, “Well, I’m already out here now, I may as well keep going. Surely it can’t be much farther.” I think about using my cell phone to call Karen to let her know what I’m doing, but then I remember that because this was going to be a “quick shot”, the cell phone was left in the vehicle with her so… (Side note: this is not the first time this has happened)
Little do I know that back at the car, the gentleman who led me into the woods had returned to his truck and proceeded on his way. All Karen and Janice saw was this stranger lead me into the woods, and then this stranger come out of the woods alone, get in his truck, and begin to leave. As he passed our vehicle he stopped and Karen asked, “What did you do with my husband?” To which the nice gentleman replies “I put him in a box and floated him back to Texas.” LOL As I said to Karen later, “Oh those Idahoans and their wacky sense of humor.” So this is going on back at the vehicle while I’m trying to avoid getting myself killed for the sake of a photograph. They chatted for a bit and the gentleman drove away.
Now where was I? Oh yes, I had climbed down the bank, hand over hand, to get to the bottom where I saw this beautiful scene.
Private Land Waterfall–Just out of sight
Dang! I came down just a bit too soon. I look around, but there is no way to walk up the creek without a chance of the swift current taking me away, especially in my weakened condition. Now my heart is really pounding from all the climbing. But it is still a beautiful scene, so as long as I’m here, I might as well take a few shots. Of course, since I was supposed to be taking a “quick shot” of the creek at the bridge, my tripod was back in the car…with my wife and friend. Oh man, they are going to kill me!
I climb back up the bank. I slip a few times and figure I’m either going to die falling to the rocky bottom or my heart is going to explode before I get back to the top of the ridge. My eyesight is starting to get blurry and my heart is pounding in my head, but I make it to the top. I pull out my 360 camera to grab a shot, just in case I don’t make it.
Now, darn it, I’ve come this far, risked my life, risked the anger of my wife and friend, and I’m this close, I MUST get a shot of the waterfall. I catch my breath, slow my heart rate and move on up the creek another 30-40 yards. There, I begin another descent down the dirt wall of death. I don’t make it to the bottom this time because there is a tree and a massive drop-off down to the water. But, I can see the waterfall. I take a few shots, just because. I made it! Still alive…but wait, now I have to climb up again.
Private Land Waterfall – from a bit above
Once more, hand over hand, grabbing anything sticking out of the ground, and hoping that it will hold my weight without giving way and sending me tumbling backwards to a rocky and watery death. I make it to the top and once more must catch my breath, and slow my heart.
After a brief rest, I remember those lovely people waiting for me in the car once again. I being to wonder if they just took the car and went to take care of business (they didn’t). I feel bad, but somehow hope that they will understand that this was something I just had to do.
I slowly make my way back, stumbling along way way with noodle-legs and a dizzy head. I finally see the road once again and make my way out. As I’m crossing the bridge over the creek, I stop to take the original photo I wanted to take when this odyssey began.
Snow Creek
Now I see the car and I see the faces in the car. It has now been about 40-50 minutes or so since I stepped out for a “quick shot”. I know I’m in trouble. But the adventure…
Thankfully, I have a very loving wife and wonderful friend. Once I got them to the station and their needs were met (I also bribed them with sodas and snacks) they were understanding. We traded stories about what happened on each side and we all decided the gentleman from Idaho was a pretty cool guy. I have his card and will be sending him a print of one of the photos I took on his land to thank him for showing this Texas boy a good time, and providing us with a great story!
One day of vacation left…
Michael Sharing God’s Creation, One Click at a Time
All words and photos copyright 2019 MHampton Photography Equipment used: Canon 5DS-R, Canon 1DX II, Canon T6S, and various Canon lenses and Insta360 One X
