This was taken in February at Kalaloch Beach … which means the water was cold… even if it was an early springlike day. Kids must have a different insolation value in their feet than I do.
I took this image a while ago, while Jeff and I were on a road trip into central Oregon. Recently, I was reviewing images and decided to try a duotone effect with this one. I think it emphasizes the texture in the wall.
This was taken before social distancing, when I was on a walking photo shoot in downtown Seattle. We went to the upper floors of the Seattle Public Library and this was looking back down to the street.
Camera: Holga Film: T-Max 400
The late afternoon shadows of the trees created an interesting repeating pattern … in the distance a father and son, out for a late winter (early spring) walk. This is at Fort Worden State Park in Port Townsend, WA.
Nice weather in Mid-March brings out plenty of beach walkers in the Puget Sound country. Point Wilson Lighthouse, with the North Central Cascades in the distance.
I was out walking and found myself behind this gentleman. His posture just said “weariness” to me. A life well-lived, but circumstances that worn him down.
Just the stories we tell ourselves.
Regardless of the effort, the time spent on backcountry trails is worth it. The trails show the passage of thousands of pairs of boots over the years. It connects you with unknown hikers of the past. The best is hiking trails that you have visited before and have become close friends.
Camera: Fujifilm GFX-50R with 63mm lens
Over the last 35 years I have gone on a hike into the Olympic Mountains with my friend Jeff nearly every year. It is getting harder for both of us, though… as time catches up with us. We did a shorter hike this year, both in days and mileage, but enjoyed it immensely. I cut enough weight out of my pack … the white one in the image … that I decided to take a heavier camera than my point and shoot. The image quality was well worth it.
This is at the ferry dock at Fulford Harbor, Salt Spring Island, B.C. The boy was practicing some chords, but was not an accomplished player. It was still pleasant (and better than I would have been able to remember).