back to my roots - oregon

the next big trip my dad and i took was to oregon.

first of all, our family has some history with this area. for the past 12 years we've gone up to the same little house the oregon coast every couple of years. it's beautiful, the back yard is the rocky shore with a little sandy cove. at high tide the waves come crashing up onto the rocks - it's hard to resist the temptation to roll the giant driftwood logs into the water and watch them get tossed around by the waves like they were made of foam. at low tide you can go out and play in the sandy little cove among rocks covered with sea stars and mussels, or you can go search the tide pools for other little sea animals. did i already mention that it's beautiful? oh yeah.

when my dad and i went up we stayed in a hotel in portland - about 30 minutes away from the columbia river gorge. it was april so everything was superbly green. in all we spent a few days there - about half of which was spent in the gorge.

this is elowah falls - we were lucky to find a little path that led down to the river from the trail. we had to scramble a bit but the view was worth it.

once again we had to scramble to get this view - except this time it was up instead of down. it had actually started raining as we were hiking up to this waterfall - wahclella falls. after i took this picture it started raining even harder so we found some shelter under an overhang down by the falls. we weren't really prepared to be shooting in the rain but i was able to get a few more shots closer to the falls.

one day we spent driving down the coast from cannon beach - picture mikey from the goonies matching up the holes in the dubloon with the rocks off the coast - that's where we started. after that we headed down the coast, had lunch in nehalem, then stopped in at the tillamook factory for some awesome cheese and ice cream. our destination for sunset was a beach in the little town of oceanside.


there was a main area of the beach but to get where we wanted to go we had to hike through a wet, dark, roughly hewn tunnel that was cut through a large land mass that juts out into the ocean. the tunnel takes you to the appropriately named tunnel beach and if the tide is low enough you can walk further to agate beach where you can find - you'll never guess - agates! just don't get stuck back there at high tide - you might be in trouble.

if i remember right the picture above was taken from the point between the two beaches. i had climbed up onto some rocks to be able to get a better view of the water with the rocks.

this last picture was taken from the old columbia river highway at sunrise. it looks down over the columbia river with the vista house (a historical rest stop and very stately building) in the bottom right - the bump on the hill right above the 'p' in 'copyright'.

this was one of those mornings where we got up way too early to catch the light that was too beautiful to pass up.

back to my roots - utah

my first adventures in photography were with my dad. we usually went camping and took photographs of where we went. sometimes we would stay up way too late or get up way too early to take pictures. i remember one night that we spent looking up the narrows in zion national park right next to the virgin river. it was one of our first experiments with star trails. it was cold and we probably didn't have enough layers on. but i loved it. i loved the sense of discovery, of the unknown, the solitude, and being with my dad.

that was one of the first (if not the first) of many photographic excursions. southern utah seemed to be the destination of choice in those first years. among other places, we photographed arches national park, bryce canyon, and nine mile canyon - (below).


we spent a good amount of the night here trying different exposure times, different lighting, etc. for this one we left the camera open for about 45 minutes with a coleman propane lantern shining on the petroglyphs for just a couple of minutes.

fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, the road that ran right next to this petroglyph panel was taken out and you can't get as close to it anymore. for some reason that makes this picture even more special to me - more unique.

another memorable trip was down to "the wave" in arizona. right between kanab and lake powell there is an expanse of red rock/desert known as the paria canyon-vermilion cliffs wilderness. to see the actual "wave" you have to get a permit (of only 20 offered per day) and hike in using landmarks to guide the way - or a gps. at the end of the hike you find yourself in this wavelike (hence the name) formation of striped sandstone. i was lucky enough to get there and snap a few shots before the sun was hidden by clouds.


to say the least this place is incredible.

thanks dad for getting me into photography and taking me to these amazing places. i'm indebted to you.