Another Week, Another Seven Photos

And here they are. Getting closer to the end every day. Can’t believe the year is almost over, and I still haven’t missed a day. Came as close as I could to missing one this week, but remembered at the last minute. I think my favorite this week was the outdoor shot on the only beautiful day we had this week.

In photography, there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality. —Irving Penn

 

Another Week—Seven More in the Bag

Here we are on Sunday again with our usual group of landscapes, close-ups and a weekly Keeley. I keep trying to come up with something new for you, and this week I at least got you a duck's butt. It's not my favorite, though, as that Trilogy Lake is one of my favorite things to shoot around here.

To learn more about the photo, simply click on it and you will be able to read the caption. Enjoy.

Photography is the story I fail to put into words. —Destin Sparks

Ten months down—Two to go

Yes, it’s kind of true that this whole 365 thing has become a chore. But with only two months left, I will finish it. Some days I forget to post the photo, but so far I have taken one every day this year. I think part of my problem is that I don’t go anywhere unless we are traveling. Now that we’re done until next April, I feel aimless. My fellow photographers around the world on this 365 trip are doing great work because they’re going out and finding things to shoot. I, on the other hand, am just not into spending every day driving around doing that. It makes me realize how little I go anywhere since I retired. But that’s okay because I love my life, so this project mostly consists of Keeley shots punctuated by bouts of travel.

But here are my shots for this last week. And there is NO DOUBT that the one I took on Thursday afternoon at the kid’s place in Olympia of the setting sun is not only my favorite but the best.

I believe photographers should shoot what they want, not shoot what they get.  – Roberto Valenzuela

Photos 287-293 of 365

I lost track of the days and forgot to post last week’s photos. Too busy finishing up the last post on our Columbia River Trip. So here they are. Better late than never. Don’t forget: if you click the first shot, you can scroll through using your arrow keys or by swiping.

This week, I don’t think I know which one I like. I am SURE what photo I love. It’s the panorama of the river behind our ship.

A good photograph is knowing where to stand. – Ansel Adams

Cowboys and Nuclear Bombs

If that headline isn’t enough to grab your attention, nothing else will ?. But it seems like that’s what Thursday was all about. We woke up at the dock in Richland, Washington, where we were to board our “luxury motor coach” for a full-day tour in Pendleton, Oregon, the home of the Pendleton Round-Up, one of the biggest rodeos and wild west shows in the USA, and the home of plenty of cowboys and cowboy culture. When we got to the “luxury motor coach,” we met our guide, Rosemary, who would stay with us for the rest of the day. She turned out to be one of the best guides we’ve ever had the pleasure of traveling with. Born and raised here in the Washington Tri-Cities area, she was a treasure trove of knowledge about both Richland, Hanford, and Pendleton.

On our way down, she entertained us with stories about legendary cowboys, the underground tour we would take upon arriving in Pendleton, and a lot of local history. She even sang to us—quite well, I might add. She showed us a great video about Duff Severe (at right), one of America’s top saddle makers. You might not find that topic interesting, but I found it fascinating. Duff was a legend in the area and had been featured in National Geographic, other magazines, and TV shows. Rosemary suggested that if we wanted to learn more about Duff, we should look him up on YouTube. I plan to do that as soon as we get home.

When we arrived in Pendleton, we passed the enormous Pendleton Round-Up grounds on our way to our first stop, the Pendleton Underground Tour. We had an outstanding tour guide, Sue Ellen, and you could tell she loves her volunteer job. She walked us through an entire block of underground rooms that had been restored and turned into a museum (in their heyday, there had been more than 16 blocks of underground). Here’s some of what we saw.

The Underground Tour also had a really nice museum where we could see the work of Duff Severe. As he got older, his arthritic hands kept him from continuing to make full-size saddles, so he started creating miniature saddles as works of art. We got a chance to see his four most famous pieces (created for a casino owner, who passed away before they were finished). Each one represents a suit of cards. They were so beautiful and intricate, I shot photos of them both full-size and in close-up.

After our tour and viewing the exhibits, it was off to lunch at a nearby restaurant. A nice salad, a sandwich and a cookie. Nothing special, but good. Then we had free time to explore. For many, that meant shopping, but of course, for me, that meant photography and a nice photo walk around the downtown core. Here are the shots I got.

After our free time, it was back on the bus for a visit to the Tamastslikt Cultural Institute. I know that sounds a bit boring, but it was truly an amazing museum and cultural center all about the local Native American tribes. Both the good and the bad were covered in detail. If you are ever in Pendleton, this is worth a trip.

All of that and not a word about nuclear bombs? Well, on the way back to the ship, Rosemary told us more about the Tri-City area, including the Hanford Nuclear site, where the plutonium was developed that went into the bomb dropped on Nagasaki, Japan, to help end World War II. She even had a very interesting video that she let us watch on the way back that showed the role that Hanford had and continues to have in our nuclear research.

That about covers our day in Pendleton. I had two other photos I took that I really loved, but they are kind of artsy and didn’t fit anywhere else. Here they are for your enjoyment…or not ?.

On to Clarkston, Washington and the Snake River. More later.

May your belly never grumble, may your heart never ache, may your horse never stumble, may your cinch never break.  –The Cowboy Blessing