Yes, I repeat myself. But it isn’t because I’m being lazy today. It’s because I couldn’t decided if I liked the color version of this photo (yesterday’s post) or the black and white version. So I offer both.
This is another HDR photo taken on the same outing as “Back To Lonesome Lake.” This one was taken 15 minutes before the Lonesome lake photo. At sunset, a minute or can be significant in the look you get. And, as I think you can see, 15 minutes can be worlds apart as far and the light and cloud cover are concerned.
It has been more than a year since I have photographed near Lonesome Lake. That session resulted in the photo I donated to the “fireplace room” at Lake Area Technical Institute in Watertown, South Dakota.
On this occasion, I told Deb around 4:15 yesterday afternoon that I was going to go looking for a photo opportunity. I wanted to see if I could get something in HDR at sunset that would look good. Then, I invited her along for the ride and she said “yes.” What a treat!
I started heading north of our town, all the while watching the sun and clouds off to the southwest. My vision for the photo involved bare trees and a beautiful sky just before or just after sunset. I also didn’t want any clear signs of civilization. If you go 20 miles north and a few miles west of Watertown, that isn’t hard to do.
After one other stop, I ended up at Lonesome Lake. By that time, the sun had set, and the clouds weren’t all that interesting. But I thought that I could at least show Deb the location. It was getting dark but I decided to try to take a series of photos, knowing that the camera sees light in ways that I don’t. I also knew that if I put my camera on a tripod and bracketed the exposures properly, I had several software tools that might produce something worth sharing.
And here’s the result. There is a surprising amount of texture in this photo, especially given that this (click here) is much closer to what I was seeing when I took the series. Pretty interesting, isn’t it?
Because my wife is a Delta Silver Elite member, we sometimes get exit row seats, which are often located over a wing. And because we have been booking our tickets “late in the game,” I often get a window seat, rather than my preferred aisle seat. And because our plane left Minneapolis an hour late, I saw the sunset just off of the tip of the starboard wing.
And because of all of this, you are seeing a rather mundane wing shot. But in truth I am posting this today so I really have the opportunity to feature another great student photo, this time of a window in an old house. The photographer was Danine Jacobson, the photo is an HDR manipulation and it won a prize in a South Dakota student photography contest. Here’s Danine’s web site. And here’s another view of this same window.
Yes, this is just another sunset photo and there is nothing that would necessarily distinguish this shot from a billion other sunset photos. So why post it?
Well, in part because it was Independence Day in the US and that night, since we had no fireworks in our supplies on my sailboat, the beautiful, blazing sunset would have to suffice. Also, this photo – a snapshot really – marks a moment in my summer worth remembering. Scott P and I had had a successful day of sailing and fishing. After 15 hours of nearly constant motion, we had pulled in to our anchorage in Mission Creek on Lake Oahe and we had the whole place to ourselves.
The wind had died and the only sounds we could hear were the gentle creaking of the rigging of “Wandering Star,” the muted sound of birdsong and crickets coming from the shore and the distant call of coyotes flowing down the western hills from miles away. All of that and, to borrow a phrase from Emily Dickinson, the “yellow noise” of the sun. I was in one of my favorite places in the world with one of my favorite people.
This captured moment may have little meaning to you. But it will give me sustenance for months to come.
To balance yesterday’s winter photo, how about a sunset on the Pacific coast near Ixtapa, Mexico?
I was in Paris with a student group in 2007 and we had made our way to the top of the Arc de Triomphe. We had timed our visit for this time of the evening – when the sun sets and the lights of Paris come alive. There are so many views and so many things to photograph but this view caught my attention.
In this photo I am looking west along the Avenue de la Grande Armee. In the distance is the ultra modern la Defense high rise complex, which is dominated by the stark, white arch known as the Grande Arche de la Defense. There are three famous arches in Paris which line up along what is known as the Axe historique: the Arc Du Carrousel (near the Louvre), the Arc de Triomphe and the Grand Arche de la Defense. Two of the arches were built by Napoleon and one was built by Mitterand.
Canon 5D f/1.8 1/100 Canon 50mm 1.4 ISO 320
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This photo was taken about 20 miles south of the “212 Bridge” photo that was posted yesterday. In this photo I am looking west across Lake Oahe towards the confluence of the Cheyenne and the Missouri Rivers. The wind had died and I was bathed in the lingering warmth of the sun. And, aside from the creaking of the tiller in its fittings on the back of the boat, I was engulfed in near total silence. When the wind blows hard, this place can be very intimidating. But on an evening like this, it is spiritual.