Back to the Blue

 

I went back to Gold Creek to try and catch the blue hour again, but it was more like the gray hour. Gray light was much prized by the impressionist because of its lack of shadows and all of the rich colors. 

They would have loved the northwest.

But the sun did break out, enabling me to cast a giant, but svelte shadow, there by validating the theory that with in every overweight person is a thin one waiting to break free.

And apparently, that thin person, like faeries and leprechauns can be seen in that instant  between day and night.

But for about 20 seconds I did get a reflection of the  almost pink clouds off of the water.  it was, again in the words of Monet enough  “to excite the enemies of blue and pink.”

 

A proper trip would require me to spend an hour after sun down, carry a tripod and set waiting for the perfect 20 seconds, but that is starting to sound like an expedition.  May be one of these days.

More photos of gold creek

Urban Hikes V

 

I went down to Green Lake with Marily. It was filled with dogs, ducks, and most important to this family, a good coffee place.

 

I walked and Marily, well I hate to say it, but she was cruising in her wheel chair.  We pretty much had three seasons of weather while we were there. Clouds pushed along by spring breezes

 

Fall colors

and a glorious summer evening sunset complete with blue skies and down jackets.

It was the end of the day and the crows were gathering after their afternoon of mayhem

and the ducks were coming home from a hard day of begging

It was a great time at the lake as well as healthy exercise. And if you  pushing Marily around the lake you can have the same great time.  Oh, and be sure to set the hand brakes on the wheel chair if you wander off to take a picture.  She gets very agitated when she starts to roll into the lake.

 

Photos from walk

Hike of Hours

 

When your future son-in-law says “take a hike,” you should parse the sentence carefully to make sure you understand the full intent.  Bu”t I believe his intentions were honorable, because he added “during the blue hour for photography.  I did this trip to cover the golden hour, the blue hour, and then my favorite, the lunch hour.  The golden hour is that two hours after sunrise/before sunset when there is a golden cast to the light.  The blue hour is twilight.  That hour immediately before sunrise or just after sunset when shadows are a nice shade of blue.  The lunch hour is that time when the sun is high and photographically speaking, it is best just to take a nap.  So I started up going over the hill

There is always a hill.  I proceeded on down to Lodge Lake.

Where apparently bigfoot had been stepping

 

And then I just wandered around enjoying the sunshine, the lakes, and a Hersey bar.

 

Then I headed over to Mardee Lake

 

and caught the last 45 minutes of “the golden hour”

 

the sun went behind the ridge and the blue hour officially started

 

But the high peaks were still in the golden hour and their reflections

had to duke it out with the blue hour on the ice.

It was a great day in the sun and a good day for photography.  Thanks for the suggestion Jason.

Complete set of hike photos