Today I had the pleasure of meeting my internet friend Peter De Graaff and his lovely wife! I took them up to Timberline Lodge and it was unbelievably beautiful. We got blue skies and a fantastic view of the mountain. It’s such a joy to meet my internet friends in real life.
My next Holga image is another pinhole shot from my Holga WPC. It was made at one of my favorite places, Wildwood park, up on Mt Hood. I got the title from a little game I was doing a couple of years ago. I got tired of titling my photos by stating the obvious so decided to title them by using the first line of the song I was listening to at the moment. In this case, I think it worked very well. In other cases, not quite as well (though, still, maybe more interesting than stating the obvious). This went on for a couple of months then it was back to business as usual.
How do you come up with good titles for your photos?
Camera: Holga WPC (6×9 mask)
Film: Kodak Ektar 100
Exposure time: ?. Maybe 30 seconds?
I have to admit that I don’t know where this was taken or what it is even a picture of. Well, it appears it is a waterfall but the chicken wire is throwing me off a little.
Ok, while I was typing that last sentence it hit me. I know where this was taken. It was taken at Zig Zag Falls. I think I have pinholed this with every single camera that I own at this point (note to self, this might make an interesting blog post).
Camera: Zero 45 (25mm configuartion)
Film: Illford Delta 100
Exposure time: ?
Have you heard the expression “thin place?” I first heard of this 4 years ago when a Buddhist friend told me about them. Described as places where you can reach out and touch Heaven (whatever that is to you).
The Salmon River is my thin place. I first encountered this place a month after I moved to Oregon. As I hiked along the river I became mesmerized by the salmon spawning. Through the clearest of alpine waters I could see salmon laying on the bottom of the riverbed and I was touched when I thought about what it took for them to get all the way up here on the mountain so they could spawn. What a life they lived. There was something beautiful and also tragic about their story. I come back every year to this spot to watch them spawn and it never ceases to amaze me.
One day in the summer, A year after we’d been coming here regularly, we were hiking along the trail and a woman we ran into said, “Have you been to the secret island? You should go to the secret island! Turn right at the hollowed out tree.” So we went in search of a hollowed out tree and we found it! And we turned right. And there was, indeed, a secret island where, if you are lucky, you will have the best campground on Mt Hood with your own beach for fly fishing. It quickly became my my most favorite spot on the planet. Everytime we hike here I have to visit the Secret Island.
Here are some other photos from along the trail, taken with various cameras at various times of the year.
This is my favorite place in the whole wide world. It is where I go when the craziness of life gets to me. This beautiful place slows me down and makes me see what is most important. Sometimes the river will tell me its secrets, if my mind is quiet enough.