Out and About Shot
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This is one of the many EX Tent City folks I have had the pleasure of meeting and photographing.
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Back from Nevada Again Again
The stuff you find lurking around in the desert. This little one is so much nicer than the scorpion that I found creeping across the living room carpet toward me! Yikes – I don’t do scorpion’s. Figures I would be there for the first ever scorpion sighting inside the house.
Ryan’s team won (6 to 36) the game – go Senators! – and I think I got a few good shots on my memory card. We drove further out into nowhere’s and amongst the ranches found the football field. Fun time for all.
Near the end of the game I stretched out on my stomach and shot from that position. As one of the players was running the ball he got close in my lens and I just kept zooming back to get the shots as he ran. All of a sudden my lens was unable to focus – this means the subject is too close – in this case – way to close. I looked out from the viewfinder just as the kid was tackled em about two feet to my left. The moms all think I am a very brave soul and worthy of respect – truth is by the time it registered with my brain that this might not be a good thing it was all over LOL.
The drive back was uneventful, the rest stops were open YEAH and we made it back in time to catch the party Lucio and Kara invited us to. Lots of good food homemade Mexican style – yum. Not sure what all I had cause my Spanish is not so good. Loud music is a must and the kids were having a blast in one of those bouncy house things that are popular now.
Ryan’s sense of humor at work.
Beyond the Fog
I was going through the gigabytes of photos I have amassed in the past few years. It is slow and laborious, looking at each photo and deciding should it go or should it stay.
I came across this one taken in the Spring of 2008 at a Civil War Reenactment. I had forgotten all about the shots taken with the D70.
I can imagine myself right there behind the fog of war tramp-sing though the brush. The landscape where some of the skirmishes happened is very similar to those around the sutter by pass. The trees are different but still . ..
I spent a week in Jacksonport, Arkansas hunting around the old sites. The Black and White Rivers meet there and control of the area went back and forth between the Confederates and the Union. Walking through the back woods I came across old ammo, a few odds and ends – reminders of the social and political battles. I spent hours in the museum there years before it became a popular park and the ladies minding the history were so excited to have someone to share the wealth with.
This trip was an exciting one. When we crossed into Tennessee I got to experience a tornado as it passed by tossing cars up and bathtubs down. Hugging the weeds along side the freeway was quit an experience for this California Kid. Then while driving through the backwoods of Georgia a small trickle of water turned into a ragging stream, My buddy finally convinced me that driving the rental car up a brush and tree covered hill was the only solution. Next the roadways in Arkansas were so covered with water that the only way to stay on the road was to keep one set of wheels on the shoulder so you could feel the edge of the road. The rental car company dinged me for a lost hub cap at the airport turn in – not bad considering all the poor car went through.
The strangest thing that happened (for me at least) was we were chased out of a town in Mississippi by a bunch of ya hoo’s because I drank out of the blacks only water fountain at a gas station. I so could not wrap my mind around it – segregated fountains in the 80’s? go figure. I did get a super neat pair of cowboy boots farther toward the coastal area.
The photo also has me thinking it resembles the way my life is some days. Looking through a fog at the action going on around me. I want to get in to the action but hiding behind the weeds and the smoke – it eludes me – waiting just beyond the fog.
And So It Goes
Me: can I pull off here and take a picture of the snow?
KRP: No we have to get there before practice ends
Me: a hour later: How about I pull over so I . …
KRP: No we have to get there before practice ends
Me: Wow look at that fire now that would make a cool picture
KRP: No we have to get there before practice ends
and so it went LOL.
Road sign: Right lane closed ahead. Next road sign: left lane closed ahead. Freeway warning sign: construction ahead. And so it went.
We left Sacramento at 3:45p.m. and did not arrive in Carson City until 7:30. we got to see the last 30mins. of practice. I should have stopped for the fire.
Overheard Friday night at the football game: “you ugly bo-tOX bee itch”, “coach you (fill in any derogatory four letter word combo here)”, -aah the joys of the Friday night lights LOL.
I spent the evening making my way up and down the sidelines trying to get a decent shot. The league photographer was an ok type guy. We chatted after he figured out I was not competition for $$’s. I am thinking the give away was that I was showing maybe a couple of grand worth of equipment altogether while he had two setups hanging from his neck each worth 14,000.00 give or take a few hundred. Seriously, I looked it up when I got home. And here I sit drooling over a used D200 that I can not afford (nor do I need it).
When 10p.m. came around the nice cold air got way to cold for my skinny bones. The score was zero to zero and the game went to overtime. The kicker for the Senators (our team) had never ever made a field goal during a game and YEAH he made it! I would like to be big and tell you that I was happy because the team won but honestly I was cheering because I got to go get in my truck and crank up the heater. I know last month I was b’ing cause it was too hot!
I have driven Hwy 80 from Sac to Stagecoach numerous times in the past few years. On the last few trips there has been signage letting drivers know that the Goldrun Rest Area was closed – the next rest area is X miles away. It was such a relief when we found the area open again after construction of new facilities. So, I planned out the pit stops on the way back.
No signs to give hint that the Truckee Rest Area was closed! Ugh oh cause I gotta go and waiting is not a good option ;( it seemed the construction workers decided at this very moment in time, when I had to go, to drive across the exit lanes for the next two exits. Finally made a mad waddle to a gas station rest room. The young man exiting it handed me the key and told me hope you have a air breather and a good stomach for the mess. Now folks when a twenty something guy tells you the restroom is gross – it is gross!
I did get off at a vista stop and got a few pics in and stretched my legs again.
All and all it was a fast trip but it was great to see the kids, watch Ryan play football, and chat with Brandon and his girl. Trish’s hens have matured are now laying so we came home with six dozen fresh eggs. What do you do with six dozen eggs? Well I plan on passing them out to family and friends. I should be very popular tomorrow 😉
I have lots of shots to convert from NEF to Jpeg so I won’t be bored this week. A storm is coming in so that should be entertaining also.
