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Feb 13

Wildlife Photography in Rockport, Texas

An old friend of mine, Joe Des Rosier, runs the Blue Lagoon Lodge, down in Rockport, Texas. He invited me down to visit with thoughts of putting together wildlife photography tours, to add to his already popular fly-fishing tours. I had 24 hours to scout out a few possibilities. We ran into some challenges and learned a lot, but overall, it was a great trip.

The Texas coast is well known as a birding destination, and is home to the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge. The refuge was set aside in 1937 to protect the marshlands favored by migratory birds and other wildlife. In 1938, there was only one migratory flock of whooping cranes with fifteen birds. Today, there are over 500 whooping cranes that winter in the Aransas Bay area.

While whooping cranes were high on my priority list, I was eager to see other large birds, and any other wildlife that presented itself. After settling in at the lodge, we hopped on the boat and set out. The very first photo I took was of this Great Blue Heron, only a few hundred yards from the lodge.

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We saw heron in several other locations, as well.

We also saw a few sandhill cranes, with which I am familiar from my many trips to the Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge. I’m pretty sure the bird below is a juvenile Sandhill Crane. Any bird experts want to confirm or correct? Do so in the comments below.

Nov 2

Northern California Wine Country

Just over a week ago, I was in Northern California and spent a couple of days in the Napa and Russian River valleys. I was staying north of Sonoma, and departed about 24 hours before the area was evacuated due to the Kincade Fire near Geyser Peak. Certain areas had a lot of smoke and ash, but I’m grateful for the time I was able to spend there.

One afternoon, I drove along the Russian River towards the coast, and took some photos near the Sonoma Coast State Park. There were a few fall colors. The Pampas Grass (an invasive species in California) was striking in the light of the setting sun.

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I went to a handful of wineries. Here are a couple of photos from Palmaz Vineyards, which has an interesting process flow that uses only gravity to move the grapes and juice around.

Here’s one of the iconic Napa Valley signs.

I also visited Truchard Vineyards, which is just west of Napa. Tony Truchard was one of the first grape growers in the Carneros District. They were rushing to crush the last of the grapes before potential power outages due to the high fire danger in Northern California.

Apr 30

Wildflowers and the Balcones Canyonlands

We’ve had a fairly wet spring here in central Texas, which is great for the wildflowers. The weather yesterday was ideal for wildflower photography—mostly cloudy and temperatures in the low 80’s.

I left the house with my Fujifilm X-T2 and a few lenses. The images shown here were taken with my XF16-55mm f/2.8 and XF50-140mm f/2.8 lenses. I used the builtin Fujifilm Velvia profile.

I drove north of Austin, finding many wildflowers along the way. These photos were taken along Ranch to Market Road 1431, between Lago Vista and Marble Falls.

Bluebonnets and Fleabane
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The high season for bluebonnets (the state flower of Texas) was about a month ago. In many locations, the blue flowers have given way to the yellows and reds and oranges of other wildflowers.

Indian Blanket, with a few Bluebonnets and Coreopsis mixed in

As I prepared this post and looked up the names of the wildflowers in the various photos, I realized how close I came to suffering a painful fate. Read more

May 30

A Final Night and Morning in the Grand Tetons

I got up early on Friday to drive the three hours from Canyon Village in Yellowstone, through West Yellowstone, and then down to Idaho Falls. Why? Because of some upcoming international travel, I needed a Yellow Fever immunization. Due to timing, and a nationwide shortage of said vaccines, it was most convenient for me to make an appointment with Eastern Idaho Public Health.

I arrived early (as planned, just in case), so I went down to see the eponymous falls. A Mormon Temple is in the background on the left.

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After my immunization, I had lunch, and headed eastward to go over Teton Pass. From the top, you can see a nice view of Jackson Hole.

I drove on down to Jackson and got settled into the Jackson Lake Lodge in Grand Teton National Park for my final night. I did a little infrared photography in the bright afternoon sun, before heading back to Jackson to meet with a couple of friends for one final night.

Because of the great location and view from near my hotel room, I set up my camera for star trails. I did a couple of 35-minute captures from about 11 PM to a little after midnight.. Here’s one of the photos. The moon was waxing gibbous, and provided plenty of illumination for the snow on the mountains.

Despite the late night, I rose early in hopes of great color at sunrise. I got a little bit of pink in the sky, much like earlier in the week. Here are a couple of photos—one of Mount Moran, and one of Mount St. John.

Before I knew it, it was time to leave for the airport and fly home.

The general consensus at the Nature Photography Celebration (organized by The North American Nature Photography Association) is that it was a successful event that we should repeat in new locations in the future. We heard from great photographers presenting about their latest projects, and we had plenty of free time to go out and photograph great locations on our own. (And we even had a small trade show with support from many camera manufacturers, camera stores–especially Gary Farber at Hunt’s Photo & Video–and other organizations.)

A big thank you to my friend Charlotte for sharing wine, cheese, and a hyperactive dog in her beautiful home, and for including me in her network of friends, who all made me feel welcome a long way from home.

I am grateful for the beautiful places like the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone, and all the other National Parks and National Monuments we are blessed to protect for future generations.

May 29

Quake Lake

The first time I went to Yellowstone was in the mid-1980’s. Harnessing the power of the internet, such as it was back in 1985, I found suggestions for places to go in the region. One suggestion was to visit a place called “Quake Lake”, a few miles northwest of West Yellowstone, Montana.

In 1959, a magnitude 7.2 earthquake occurred, centered near Hebgen Lake on the Madison River in southwestern Montana. It caused a massive landslide in Madison Canyon, killing several people camping along the river. It also created a new lake, below Hebgen Lake, named Earthquake Lake.

Every time I visit Yellowstone, I have also ventured over to this area. There are roadside information displays, and a visitors center with more information about the quake. If you are at all interested in geology and earthquakes, I encourage you to visit.

Here’s the view of the landslide from the visitors center…

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Here’s a view of Quake Lake, looking to the west. Trees that were inundated by the water are shown in the foreground. The landslide is at the far end of the lake.

May 29

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Yellowstone Wildlife

Yellowstone is known as much for its wildlife as its geologic features. Until this year, I’d never had a “long” camera lens with me in Yellowstone for wildlife. This year, I had a Fujifilm XF100-400mm f/4.5-5.6 lens, and also a Fujifilm 1.4x teleconverter. With my Fujifilm X-T2, which has an APS-C sensor, I had the 35mm equivalent of up to an 840mm telephoto lens. All of the images below were shot with this lens/TC combination.

On Thursday morning, I started the drive up to the Lamar Valley. I stopped along the way to visit the Tower Falls area, where I saw a bunch of cars stopped by the side of the road (a “bear jam”). I got out and saw that the fuss was about a black bear and her cub. I stayed for about half an hour observing and photographing the bears.

Here’s the mom…

And the cub, up in a tree, working its way down to see mom.

Finally mom comes up part way to encourage the cub to get past a tricky section of branches…

Once on the ground, mom played with the cub. Here, it’s about to swat it lightly on its rump…

Now, let’s see who can make the most ferocious face…

And then it was time to move on, to see what there was to see around the next bend. Back at Tower Junction, near the Roosevelt Lodge, a few pronghorn were grazing…

And a little further north, some bighorn sheep, just hanging out on the hillside…

As I continued deeper into the Lamar Valley, I hoped to see, but did not expect to see, one of the wolf packs. I did see hundreds of people, over several miles, hoping to see wolves, but never saw any myself.

But there were plenty of bison, in several herds.

I even saw a few bison calves…

The bison were starting to shed their winter coats…

And then it was time to move on again. In my next post, a visit to an interesting geologic location just outside the park.

May 28

Yellowstone National Park

On Wednesday, I planned to get up early for sunrise photography, and to start driving up to Yellowstone. But I woke to rain in Jackson, and slept in another hour.

I drove up through Grand Teton National Park and the John D. Rockefeller, Jr. Memorial Parkway and entered Yellowstone National Park at the south entrance. I continued north, and rain turned into snow. It was 34 degrees and the roads warm enough to not have trouble with ice.

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I tried to be a tourist and visit a roadside sight or two. Here’s Lewis Falls, with me standing on snow, watching the snow fall. Did I mention it was 34 degrees?

Soon, I decided it was best to just keep driving on to Old Faithful. By the time I got there, the snow had subsided, and there was just a little bit of rain. I arrived a few minutes before the famous geyser erupted. Not the photo I imagined with a brilliantly colorful sky in the background, but this is more of a snapshot anyway. In the peak of summer (and in better weather), you would see thousands more people surrounding Old Faithful.

Peak season begins Memorial Day weekend, and I was there just before that. So it was beginning to get crowded, but nothing like the park sees later on. Being a week or two before the busy season begins also means that not every road (or campground or lodge) is open—but it’s still a great time to visit. The creeks, rivers, and waterfalls were really flowing.

Here’s the inside of the historic Old Faithful Inn, with people waiting to enter the dining room. Some consider the inn the largest log building in the world.

I walked around for awhile in the rain in the Upper Geyser Basin in the Old Faithful area. It was nice to get out and walk around. Here’s one of the pools in the area: Morning Glory Pool. Pro tip: bring your polarizing filter to cut down on reflections in the water. I left mine at home.

My destination for the night was Canyon Lodge, so I kept on driving north (no more falling snow!), past the other other geyser basins. Here’s an overlook showing the Norris Geyser Basin in the distance.

May 27

More Time in the Grand Tetons

I’m back in Austin now. I chose not to keep up with the blog as I went. A combination of 16+ hours of light for photography each day, lots of travel time, time with friends, and a little bit of allergies all conspired to help me choose sleep instead of half-hearted writing into the night. But I’m back, and have four more blog posts in the works after this one.

Sunrise each morning was about 5:50 AM, so I’d get up every morning about 5:00 and head out to see what the sunrise would bring. We never had any truly spectacular colors in the morning, but it was still beautiful to be in this amazing place to see how the sun would first light the mountains.

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Balsam Root, the yellow flower in the foreground of the photo below, was blooming in many places in the valley.

Some mornings would start with fog in low-lying areas. Clouds in the mountains were constantly changing. This infrared photo is from the same day as those in my earlier blog post about the Snake River Overlook. It was taken about fifteen or twenty minutes before the images I posted last week.

I dropped by another couple of famous places for photography.

Oxbow Bend, below Jackson Lake on the Snake River often has still water in the mornings, great for reflections of Mount Moran, and to its left, the mountain known, at least for now, as Mount Woodring. (And further left are Mount St. John and Rockchuck Peak.)

Mormon Row is a section of Grand Teton National Park that I suspect most people don’t visit, but is famous among photographers. A group of Mormons from Idaho homesteaded here beginning in the late 1800’s, and lived here through the mid-1900’s before being sold to the National Park Service.

Perhaps most famous is the Thomas Alma Moulton barn, shown below.

I didn’t do much hiking this trip, but I did take an easy five-mile hike on Tuesday up to Phelps Lake. This is where I saw the moose in my earlier blog post about Grand Teton Wildlife.

Here’s the GPS track for the hike. It’s part of the Laurance S. Rockefeller Preserve in the southernmost section of Grand Teton National Park. This section was donated by Laurance S. Rockefeller to the National Park Service in 2001.

May 20

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Snake River Overlook

Pro Tip: If you’re going to use your iPad for your alarm clock, confirm that it’s set to the right timezone, so that you don’t accidentally wake up at 4 AM when you were planning for 5 AM.

This morning’s forecast was for mostly clear skies, so I woke up early and headed into the park. I decided to start at the Snake River Overlook, made famous by Ansel Adams in his 1942 photo, The Tetons and the Snake River. The view’s not quite the same, because the trees have grown so much taller in the last 76 years.

I spent about an hour there, before and after sunrise, shooting a variety of compositions. Here are a couple of similar photos that I liked, one visible light, one infrared. The first is closer to sunrise, with the fog still lifting off the river. The infrared image is from a bit later, after the sun started to illuminate the foreground. Which one do you like better?

After I left the overlook, I headed down to Schwabacher’s Landing to take advantage of the reflections in the relatively still water.

I saw elk and geese today, and hoping I see more wildlife tomorrow.

Jul 14

Hiking in the Dolomites, Part 7

Okay, time for the home stretch. We spent the night in the ski village of Cortina d’Ampezzo, host of the 1956 Winter Olympics. We began to disperse back to our regular lives. James and Marina left soon after we got to Cortina. In the morning, we bade farewell to Jake and his family. The remaining five of us, Kerrick, Julie, Mark, Jennifer, and I caught the morning bus to Venice.

From there, we left Mark at the airport, and Jen and I took the Alilaguna Water Transport to the city. This took about 90 minutes. Pro tip: We could have, like Kerrick and Julie, taken the bus to the train station, taken a shorter trip on the water, and saved about an hour.

In Venice, I shifted gears to street photography instead of grand landscapes. I had been told that Venice is a maze, and that’s an apt description.

Here’s an infrared shot from the Pont dell’Accademia, reached after crossing a bridge we probably shouldn’t have, and then making many, many wrong turns trying to find our way back to our hotel. So many paths dead end at the water, and you have to backtrack and try another path.

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Once over the bridge, we walked a bit further and passed through the famed Piazza San Marco. Here’s an infrared photo of Basilica di San Marco.

After arriving again at the hotel, I attempted one of the greatest challenges of the trip: how to send a postcard back to the US. Italian Post Offices close early afternoon, so it was too late for that. To buy stamps at other times, you have to find a tobacco shop. That’s not hard. The hard part is having them sell you the right kind of stamp. (If anyone needs a stamp that’s only good for mail to the rest of Europe, let me know.) I asked at the hotel, and it took a good 15 minutes looking things up on their computer for them to come to the conclusion that the stamp I was sold was indeed not the stamp I needed. They then sent me to find a street vendor, many of whom sell postcards, as well as private mail stamps. So I bought one of those stamps—and oh, by the way, you can only send your postcard by way of their mailbox. I’ll let you know in a few weeks if my mother got her postcard.

That evening, Jen and I met up for one final dinner with Kerrick and Julie. It was a great ending to a great trip. The next morning, we all began our trips home.

Here’s a collection of some of my snapshots from Venice. Thanks for reading. I’ll have one more post after this where I talk about my photo gear. Stay tuned.