Sundown on the Rogue
Having no color in the sky and overcast clouds on our recent trip to the Rogue River, what does one shoot in these conditions? Waterfalls.
I have had some recently say that my photo-stream is a bit heavy on waterfall images. Guilty. However, living in Oregon, its hard not to gravitate to these liquid masterpieces. I do try to shoot other things too, I swear. At the same time, I will not apologize (too much), or slow my collection. I love getting out and soaking the feet. These are all close and they are fun to shoot. It helps that family likes to see these too, so we can all go and be together. Not this time though. Read on.
This waterfall is on the Rogue River, our first time venturing down into the southern wiles of Oregon. This is Pearsony Falls, part of the Avenue of the Boulders area of the Rogue. I set out to this one alone, the family stayed at the campground nearby. I was a bit rushed shooting this waterfall. See, not only was my light fading, but in the parking area there a set of what I can only call tweakers. They were skulking about, eschewing miscreant effervescence without trying. A true feat to be sure. They were all drinking, swearing and throwing beer bottles at the restroom walls. I think they were Democrats too! That's real trouble (kidding). There were no cars in the parking lot but mine. Odd. Yes, I had my gear with me, but I was also worried that I may come back to a damaged car as they played that age old Amish game, see-who-can break-the-cars-glass-first, (not my favorite game); or worse, my car could be gone altogether (not an Amish game, but possibly a Chicago game). It would be a long walk back to the campground from here. I hoped the falls were right there, close by. Nope. It was down a long, dark trails with thick tree canpoy that felt like a tunnel. I thought I saw eyes looking at me. The trail seemed to take forever, I could certainly not hear my car anymore from here. So when I finally got to the falls I felt like I needed to get the shot and get goin'.
Well this whole process had built up in my head by this point and brought on a good case of the heebee-geebees (I have no idea how to spell that). They could have followed me and may have been getting ready to play push-the-square-guy-into-the -river (they play a lot of games here I guess), or just jump me for the gear. Joke would be on them, everyone hates the 6D Mark II and the street value is crap...I digress. The glass could get them some good tweak-juice or whatever tweakers get hopped up on. Either way, I was jumping at every sound. Shoot, look around, shoot, look around. Not the best way to focus on creating magic. Also not the best way to focus on not slipping into the river myself and later explaining away the fact that I was soaked by creating the story that I fought off tweakers who were jumping me for my gear.
You know what, scratch all that, lets go with the fake tweaker story on this one. It was a close call that night on the Rogue...