Monday, December 31, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
|North Domes, Domeland Wilderness, CA c. 1977|
Domeland, is to me, a very special and sacred place. I was fortunate enough to visit the area many times over the course of two years or so back in the mid 1970s. There was still a road right up to where I took this photograph, and so I was able to bring in my old Korona view camera and a heavy-duty tripod. Nowadays, the entire area is designated as a wilderness area, and the road is returning to its natural state. I think the only way I would be able to get back in there would be on foot.
I could not print these back then because I did not have a four by five enlarger. I did work with some images after I set up my darkroom in this house, but mostly I had moved on.
Friday, December 28, 2012
|What My Mind Thinks it Saw, 2012|
Thursday, December 27, 2012
|Reflective Waters Kissing the Surf, 2012|
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
|Toadstool Rock, Dry Lagoon, 2012|
Earlier this morning I was contemplating and reviewing this year's production of photographs. I looked at a number of images before getting to this one. I actually had rated this only two stars, but now that I spent some time with it I will bump it up several notches on the zero to five scale.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
|The View From the Fireman's Seat in the Cab of a Helper Locomotive, c.1975|
This view is a representation of what our view was from the locomotive that was placed somewhere in the rear third of a train. Often we were coupled to a car like this reefer, and our view was restricted accordingly.
Helper duty had its benefits. Primarily we just had to pay attention to what the head-end engineer told us over the radio. Our main functions were to shove the train that was ahead of us while pulling along what ever was behind our units. We had no control over the air brakes (we always had the option of "pulling the air" in an emergency), but that was it. We did provide dynamic braking on some occasions, but that was primary only when we were on through helpers. Occasionally after we were cut out of our train, and were heading back to Bakersfield, we would be directed to couple onto a west-bound train. Sometimes when we did so we would give that train our power and then we became passengers. Other times we would run the train from the helper on the point and we would be the actual engine crew. Most often the senior engineer would pull rank and then be able to claim all the locomotives on his pay slip (the rate of pay for a shift was based in part on the weight of the locomotives and so most engineers would opt for the extra pay that more locomotives provided).
Saturday, December 22, 2012
|A Southern Pacific Special Railfan Train at Caliente, CA, c. 1971|
|Extra 6454 Meeting a Santa Fe Freight at Sandcut, CA, c. 1971|
Friday, December 21, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
|Humboldt Bay and Samoa Bridge, December 2012|
Monday, December 17, 2012
|Under the Samoa Bridge at Woodley Island, December 2012|
Sunday, December 16, 2012
|The Fisherman at Woodley Island, December 2012|
I took this with my pocket camera, the Canon S100, handheld and at ASA 400. I cropped this down from the rectangle, and applied some noise reduction. Overall, I think it works.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
|Corrugated, December 2012|
Friday, December 14, 2012
|The Carson Mansion, December 2012|
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
|Prairie Creek State Park, November 2012|
I saw these scenes, but I never could figure out how to capture them until I was able to stop and sit within the forest. Driving past just did not allow the time for me to feel the spirit of the forest.
Monday, December 10, 2012
|Reworking and Manipulating Marsh Photographs, 2012|
I did print this back in the spring, but this is considerably different. I swear that these images sometime must ferment for awhile.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
|More Mornings at the Marsh, 2012|
I have not printed anything for almost two weeks. I am trying to be frugal with my paper and ink, but, as I said before, the only way to actually judge the photograph is by viewing it on paper. I think I will assemble about six or eight images to print soon.
Friday, December 7, 2012
|Earth Meets Sky Revised, November 2012|
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
|Funky Cabins, December 2012|
By the way, the small camera I used for this and other shots has a very small sensor. Therefore, the lens is a much shorter focal length, and that is why I get a greater depth of field. The camera is very small, and it is much easier to get it down into the scenery.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
|The A&MR RR 101, December 2012|
Monday, December 3, 2012
|The Last of Autumn's Leaves, December 2012|
One of the things I like about the small camera is that it encourages me to shoot. I have it in my pocket, and it is no hassle to get it out and to make imagery. I think of it as a sketch pad. When I got home, I still was in the mood to photograph. I came up with a series of these images of the maple leaves on the hood of the old Toyota.
|TA, December, 2012|
Sunday, December 2, 2012
|Sunday Morning in Eureka After the Big Rains, December 2012|
Saturday, December 1, 2012
|Alco Road Switcher, Portola, 2012|
I just love this image, and I know it will print out gorgeous. I will not tell another railroad story today. I am getting ready for Arts Alive. I have numerous photographs on the wall and in a print bin. They are all for sale and discounted at least 25%.
Well, I was wrong. I do have a story about Alcos like this one. When I was in school at Sierra Junior High in Bakersfield, I would often see a Southern Pacific train that had three of these engines on the head-end. The almost daily, train ran on the SP main line. My school was near the line. Whenever I heard the train I always stopped whatever I was doing, either in the classroom or out side, and imagined that I was in the cab and running that train.
I observed that the train consisted of, what to me appeared to be, many cement hoppers, and I deducted that the train took the cars to the Monolith Cement plant near Tehachapi. I was familiar enough with the route that I could day-dream for a long while. That is where I wished to be - not at school. I eventually manifested a version of those day dreams. I did not run Alcos up and down the hill, but I did run SP diesels past that school many times within about a dozen years of making those wishes.
To me, the railroad experience was the most idyllic when I was in the seventh and eighth grades, and now that I am in my sixties. My experiences in my twenties and early thirties did include some wonderful times, but the reality of working shifts, and often working short-rested was not the same as the dream.