|The Climbing Club
|Yesterday I Was a Photographer
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|Author:||Jon Jantz [ Tue Feb 07, 2006 1:46 pm ]|
|Post subject:||Yesterday I Was a Photographer|
Not a claim I could make often lately, it felt good, great in fact, to be out in the world I love chasing light. 'Wrok' took me as far as Rosalia. Rosalia is a quiet little town in the Palouse that the rest of the world has forgotten about. I walked around and took the place in. Afterwards I had planned on returning to Spokane and doing more 'wrok' but that didn't seem like the right thing to do. Not that time, not that day. I had brought my Washington Gazeteers (topos and backroads maps). I soon passed the small communities of Malden and Pine City, mere dots on the map. It was time to hit the dirt. I had heard rumours of a spectacular large lake surrounded by basalt cliffs and private property. It had been on my recon list for some time. Rock Lake as it's called is indeed spectacular but a full recon awaits another day and perhaps a boat. Yesterday I was content to explore the periphery. Really I was waiting. The light was far from inspiring. But there was hope. Clouds were draped across the sky like a giant blanket on an even larger bed. Gaps near the edges and pinholes throughout the blanket fed the promise of a show. For brief moments then sun pierced through its veil. We flirted. I never did connect. I continued on my way with a slight trepidation in the back of my head. You know the thoughts back there when it's been a spell and a half since you've seen her. What will that kiss be like. Will the gift still be there? Will the magic be found?
Passing the south end of the lake and the only public access (a boat launch) I struck out on the dirt once again. After a number of miles a sign proclaimed the road was closed ahead excepting for those in possession of a permit. I must have been in a particularly law abiding mood. Maybe I didn't want anything to get in the way. There are times I can do without hassles. I tured back and retraced my way to the pavement. Heading north once again I came across a side road headed back towards the lake. It looked a bit muddy but I figured I'd give it a go. This wasn't a hassle, I'd call it adventure. For those who don't know M+S tires stand for Mud AND Snow. Well paint my neck red cuz I was about to be one of the 8 people in the region to use these sorts of tires for mud. Ample wheel spin and momentum propelled me through the nasty sections, straddling ruts where water had found the road. I crested a rise and dropped down the other side towards the lake. Well, whadya know? I was back on the road I had already driven twice. I retraced my way through the mud and smiled a little smile at the EPA mileage champ. Just as I hit the pavement the fields exploded in warm light. The gap that seemed to never come was here.
Those thoughts of unreadiness were not unfounded after all. I dashed towards some trees, my mind whirring. I couldn't find any compositions to be happy with. Given some more thought (like the perspective brought by the passage of hours) I now have the perfect place picked out but it's a little late. I didn't want to waste the entire show in that one location so I headed up the road until I found a spot I was happy with. The gap on the horizon was small so instead of an hour between the warm afternoon slanty light and color the span was measured in minutes. At least I was now in a spot of my choosing as the sky exploded into deeper hues of red and crimson. I found that magical place and the initial awkwardness had silently slunk away. All of my senses were one as I existed in what some call a pure state of being
|Author:||Jon Jantz [ Tue Feb 07, 2006 8:34 pm ]|
Not that anyone cares but I guess if there's any sort of lesson to be gleaned here it's that whatever you do, if you put it on the shelf for a while it will be a touch rusty when you pick it up- but it does come back quickly. That's what these shots document (in addition to the story line) ... so I'm halfway embarrased to post some less than stellar shots but I do like the next to last one so all hope is not lost.
|Author:||Jesse Newman [ Sat Feb 11, 2006 1:32 am ]|
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