Well, at least not if you’re there first thing in the morning.  

Ann and I just returned from our July adventure and what a trip it was!  Part business, part pleasure, more road trip than photo trip, but with a little bit of everything to keep things lively.  Hotter than hell, and not as hot as we thought it would be, we got to see gracefully sculpted rolling hills created by one of the most destructive events in earth’s history and deeply etched barren landscapes where not one, but two peoples once thrived.  It was an exploration of the unknown (for us at least) and a homecoming before coming home.  Just what an adventure should be!

Last weekend we were back to printing images.  This time I’m going to include the image that we were most focused on - Ann’s photograph of Bryce Canyon!

The other morning I decided to dig through my photographs from Bryce Canyon to see if I had any images that might compare to the one Ann printed in black and white.  Nope.  I did however find an image that I’d forgotten I wanted to work on.  Fortunately I finally have the skills to do it right.

Today’s answer: to find words.

Ann has a saying that she frequently uses with me, only half in jest:  “You have words.  I have no words.”  I would disagree, saying that, while she sometimes hunts for how to say exactly what she’s thinking, she usually gets her point across very well.  However, she’s right.  I tend to be able to rattle off my thoughts without thinking too much about it, and writing, while difficult, isn’t as much of a hurdle since I’ve been doing so much writing as a lawyer.  So, as usual, Ann’s right.  I have words.  Well, that is, until I don’t.

Ann and I decided to take advantage of having the Fourth of July off.  Given that it came on a Wednesday this year, we had to keep our trip short, so after work on Tuesday we headed up to Brice Creek.  It turned into a nice little excursion!

As we approached the Coquille River on the way to Bandon we turned off at Bullards Beach State Park, where we spent Christmas, hoping there would be a vacancy.  As we drove into the park we passed a truck towing an Airstream on its way out.  It was either a good sign (someone just checked out) or a bad sign (someone was hoping to get lucky like us and didn’t).  We drove up to the check in station the ranger there said, “You folks are in luck, that is if you only need a spot for one night.  Two campers just left so you even have a choice of spots!”  We got lucky!

Ann and I needed to get out again (and how) for a June Adventure; the question was, “Where?”  As we thought of different possibilities, one look at the tide charts showed us that we’d see some of the lowest tides we’ve ever encountered so that meant only one place - the coast!  Which brought us back to the same question, “But where?”  As luck would have it, we wound up at a couple of different places under very different conditions - both of them fantastic for photography!