Oregon Trip–Part two, chapter two.
It struck me this morning that today might be the very last Thursday of my childhood. Some of you already know this, but my wife, Teri, is pregnant, due Christmas Day. She has convinced her Ob/Gyn to attempt induction next Monday night, meaning that I could be a daddy in less than a week. This impending life change has given me food for thought. Can one ever really graduate from childhood without becoming a parent, at least in terms of reprioritizing one’s life in order to oversee the welfare a child (or other dependent)? I’ve felt like an adult for years, and I have the graying hair to prove it, but Teri’s pregnancy has made me realize that I’ve never had to assume any responsibility as significant as the one that’s about to take residence in what was once our “guest” bedroom.
As excited as I am to meet this little person, I am also nervous about the impact it may have on my photography, at least as I embrace it now. Teri and I typically travel about four times a year, and those trips invariably revolve in some way around my photography. Vacations in the future are likely to take on a completely different texture, and I hope I can adapt.
Speaking of photography trips, my latest installment of the Oregon trip is long overdue.
Here we arrive at Tuesday, August 23, 2011, which was my brother’s 33rd birthday. If you’re keeping score, my favorite travel days, at least in terms of photography, tend to coincide with the birthdays of those who are closest to me, which probably makes me a jerk since I’m not at home to celebrate along with them on their special day. August 23rd was no exception. In both design and execution, it turned out to be an absolute photography marathon up the Oregon Coast, starting south of our campgrounds at Honeyman State Park and ending at Ecola State Park.
According to my metadata, my first shot was taken at 6:52 am at Woahink Lake, as the first light of the day gradually gave form to the pine trees on the far shore east of our vantage point, slowly illuminating the floating field of lily pads spread out before us. I did not get a single real “keeper” at the lake, but it was a gorgeous way to start the day.
My last shot of the day, taken at 8:45 pm and 170 miles nearly due north, was of Tillamook Rock Lighthouse, bathed in the fading pink/orange/purple glow of crepuscule. I had finally found a sturdy spot for my tripod away from the wood deck at Ecola State Park, which was vibrating with the footsteps of the last few stragglers admiring the lighthouse at twilight. The picture is the last one below.
The rest of my favorite shots of the day can be found below, in chronological order. Given the itinerant nature of our one-day tour up the coast, I forgot the location names of several shots. So if you simply must know where any of the unidentified shots were taken, just ask, and I’ll do some more research. Conversely, if you know where such photographs were taken, please let me know!