Shooting the Shooter - Christmas Edition
This edition of shooting the shooter is going to be a bit different because there are multiple pairs (in one case, more than a pair) of images. Unfortunately, they’re all of me doing the shooting (I do have to get better at taking photos of Ann making photographs - but in my defense, one points a camera at Ann at the risk of one’s well-being, so . . . I guess that’s no excuse, my life insurance covers murder by wife, . . . I think.).
Anyway, all of these images were taken on Christmas day while we were in Bandon. Strange enough, all three images have ties to the previous blog post - Christmas in Bandon.
The first is a morning photograph from around 8:45 in the morning. We’d already been at the beach for a couple of hours and the sun had risen, but then fallen, behind some clouds. I’d started looking away from where the guys had climbed the rocks and apparently Ann turned her camera on me while I was concentrating on my image.
17 seconds later (if the clocks on our cameras are calibrated) I made this image:
The above image appears in the Christmas in Bandon blog post, but I’ve taken the time to work with it a bit more to capture some of the color that the reflecting light was casting on the landscape.
The next series of images ties to the first of the “Dunking Dan” water experiences I had that morning. If you recall (and if you don’t, you should re-read the previous blog post) Ann asked me for some advice about working an image that had a big shadow across the foreground. You can see it in the right hand corner of the photo below. And as the story explained, I stood beside a big rock to make a photograph, while Ann climbed on the landward side of the rock. Little did I know that she made a photograph of me.
This related image, again, is the same one used in the blog post.
But the photograph that really tells the story (boy do I wish I’d asked Ann if she had any images that would help me explain just how much water came rushing up before I’d written the story) is the one made by Ann while it was happening.
Looking at the images probably helps you understand just how soaked my ass got! (Again - thank god for waxed canvas to protect my camera gear!)
The last images comes from our short swing through the Bullards Beach State Park later that afternoon. I saw the image I wanted to make of the dunes as we drove into the first parking area, and we stopped on our way out of the park. From my elevated driver’s position (I love the view of the road Beast gives us), I knew the image I wanted to make and that I wanted to be even higher. So I drove Beast around and positioned it exactly where I wanted it - on the side of the drive into the parking area.
Ann took this iPhone photo of me while I was photographing.
This was one of those few instances when you look out and you know exactly what you want the photograph to be, and the photograph actually turns out the way you hoped.
As I said last time, Bandon gave us a very Merry Christmas!