tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75797305590422893372024-03-12T17:26:56.536-07:00FIREWATER IMAGESThe photographic art of Foster FanningFoster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-88312798692637757382013-04-01T20:26:00.002-07:002013-04-01T20:44:39.477-07:00Hanging out and Shooting in Seattle...<span style="font-size: large;">I was born on the Long Island outskirts of the Big Apple, hung around Los Angles, found the corner of Haight and Ashberry in Frisco. Turned 18 in jail in Dallas, cruised Portland (as in Oregon), checked out Denver, Chicago, and a few other cities. Not a bad itinerary for a 'country boy', but I really like Seattle. The northern, marine clime, the proximity of the mountains, both Cascade and Olympic ranges, and the people. Seattle is an eclectic blend of old wool sweater fishermen families, to fading hip rockers, tons of pulsing energy from university students intermixed with a strong cross-cultural current of Indigenous Natives, Asian, Hispanic, and many other ethinic origins. There still a strong contingent of the LL Bean crowd, although here it is a dispersed following of Jim Whittaker and the R.E.I. movement. Plenty of red-necks to fill a suped-up monster truck ralley and a number of military bases to keep an active wave of furlough soldiers, sailors, and air-force recruits moving through the area. It's gay, it's straight, it's hip, it's old fashioned, it's Seattle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Enjoyed capturing this image of two of the Northwest's
icons: a section of the Pike Place Market and one of the Washington State
Ferries heading on a crossing to <st1:place><st1:placename>Bainbridge</st1:placename>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside Pike Places Market, Seattle photographer - J. Foster Fanning</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here is an image I caught through a pilothouse portal of the
Schooner ZODIAC looking aft onto her starboard deck. The ZODIAC is 160 feet
long, 26 feet beam, displacing 145 tons and was launched in 1924. The vessel is
currently used for charter, research and education. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The historic schooner ZODIAC, seen through her pilothouse portal photographer J. Foster Fanning</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">While on the Elliott Bay waterfront I caught this image of the Washington State ferry during transit to Bainbridge Island during a rich sunset over the Olympic Mountains. And the gull? Lucked out: right place, right time.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Washington State ferry in transit off Elliott Bay waterfront photographer J. Foster Fanning</td></tr>
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Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-41409492634688875092012-05-28T16:17:00.002-07:002012-05-28T16:19:34.099-07:00Kettle River Valley slide show<span style="font-size: large;">Experimenting with on-line slide show formats. Here is one I created from a number of recent images from the Kettle River Valley. </span><br />
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<br />Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-31538788595628522212012-03-30T20:26:00.001-07:002012-03-30T20:28:28.813-07:00Outdoor Photography...<span style="font-size: large;">No surprise if you've viewed these blogs previously, my photographic interests tend to lay in the natural world. Here are a few more images which follow suit along that line. All of these photos are from early 2012 sessions...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Transitioning out of a long Pacific Northwest winter</strong> I’ll start with the image of three rocks bedded in the Kettle River locked in a winter’s ice sheath. The simplicity of form, the stark contrast of light and dark, the line of composition remind me of a Japanese sumi drawing. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDFQLOJMaBLZgThycIuRDG1jrmdG96hklcLvEgpYgKEZKyQuTCZrLTGnIBJbdkDL5udyXZ7uUn0P5zyFWLaYiPKFg6ifpAPVi42uaYkHSa3-rIvk7NqaFAayEUSUdxCmG5YgjM__aSQ/s1600/Rocks+in+Ice+and+Snow+15k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" height="438px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDFQLOJMaBLZgThycIuRDG1jrmdG96hklcLvEgpYgKEZKyQuTCZrLTGnIBJbdkDL5udyXZ7uUn0P5zyFWLaYiPKFg6ifpAPVi42uaYkHSa3-rIvk7NqaFAayEUSUdxCmG5YgjM__aSQ/s640/Rocks+in+Ice+and+Snow+15k.jpg" width="640px" /></a> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">An old cottonwood along the banks of the Kettle River reaches up into the cold, early March sky. Not much thawing of the ice flows today. Snow lay deep along the trail. Listening close I could hear the whisperings of ice and water as the river enters the transition from the cold season to one slightly warmer. For a moment the thick clouds parted and rays of sunshine found a distant mountain. It soon passed. The message was clear – not today, not today…</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This bald eagle patiently perches atop the cottonwoods overlooking a mountain river, watching the cold waters below for a sign of the whitefish run of late winter in northeastern Washington State.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While the valleys shed their coast of ice and snow the NW highlands remain winter bound this time of year. Mount Index is a classic mountain peak of the west. Located within the North Cascade Mountain Range, the vertical fingers of Mount Index can be easily seen from the Salish Sea and many points across the region. This inspiring rock lies south of the Skykomish River and despite its relatively low elevation, it is both a dramatic and famous Western Washington landmark. Mount Index is composed of three pointed spires rising steep from a low base. Persindex, Mount Index and Philadelphia Mountain the latter is the highest rising over 5,500 feet above sea level from a base of just over 400 feet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is one of the many lower ridgelines within the Kettle Breaks of Vulcan Mountain, along the northern shores of the Kettle River. Big Horn sheep frequent this rugged area as do local rock climbers and trekkers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As winter gives way to spring, the grasses and other wildland fuels dry with the coming of warmer weather. In the wildfire ecologies east of the Cascade Mountain Range spring fires are a common occurrence like this one started by a careless burner it charred forty acres of upland meadow and Ponderosa Pine litter before firefighters brought it under control. But even in such events as wildfires there is an inherent, natural beauty as witnessed here with the embers of a burning snag floating through the air in the late evening light as other ground fires burn nearby. Such is nature…</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">Bright sunlight, reflective water, dark shadows and the sharp angulation of a sailing vessel ~ all of which are enhanced here with a young woman riding the wave tossed bow of the boat. Really enjoyed bringing this image into focus. One of those moments when you pick up the camera and know the shot in the can is going to be a good one. </span><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The continuous interplay between sky and water often fascinates me. The varying detailed textures of this image caught my eye as the sunset and the clouds changed so too changed the water's surface. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* * * </span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watersprite...</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am delighted to have captured this image of the woman and the waterfall. The subject here appears to be communing with the continuous flow of pure water cascading down the moss cover rock face. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* * * </span></div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Ypow7FR7v-owWz_YqBOlnAb1Ezgkri1BomylBzYNNSFzIIEzNboTlG2DXPzRBzUCayXJTDBzUe2Xt1l50Mp_bygQ07YjO9I_jluLkm_ix2q2B8ZH3icF_2yg4zdh9EOmGdyt_pHktQ/s1600/Catherine+Bow+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="482px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Ypow7FR7v-owWz_YqBOlnAb1Ezgkri1BomylBzYNNSFzIIEzNboTlG2DXPzRBzUCayXJTDBzUe2Xt1l50Mp_bygQ07YjO9I_jluLkm_ix2q2B8ZH3icF_2yg4zdh9EOmGdyt_pHktQ/s640/Catherine+Bow+2.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Sailing Vessel AQUILA and 1st Mate Catherine Brown...</td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I really like this image for several reasons, not least of which is the fact that Catherine had just run the vessel through her paces in a pre-regatta sea trial during a substantial breeze. Thus seen here she is fully at ease with her vessel and ready for what's to come. The dramatic evening lighting lending to the silhouettes adds to the over-all affect of the composition. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* * * </span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Three Mergansers lining a log along the waterfront...</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mergansers are some of the most intriguing of the waterfowl. Not only do their distinctive appearance set them apart from other aquatic birds but their behavioral patterns are also unique. From the perch aboard our vessel we have watched a swimming flock on Mergansers hunting as a pack, curving their approaching line to trap small fish against the shore line and taking turns diving into the trapped fish. Here they are at rest upon a floating log as the morning sun warms and drys their fluffed feathers. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* * * </span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKciPcyje-UzPWtkALxuAQWntnuXV4qszFzV2EsjjpJ1gGvmHzS8XFQ0leFlO98xi5mFk0zQKsg0gY7XclO6Ntnq2qJnYecrt7D183smHc4ru8lPikZ43aEf3aGmhyphenhyphenNF3TI0hpPgIqw/s1600/Starting+line.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKciPcyje-UzPWtkALxuAQWntnuXV4qszFzV2EsjjpJ1gGvmHzS8XFQ0leFlO98xi5mFk0zQKsg0gY7XclO6Ntnq2qJnYecrt7D183smHc4ru8lPikZ43aEf3aGmhyphenhyphenNF3TI0hpPgIqw/s640/Starting+line.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A cluster of sailboats crossing the starting line of a regatta race...</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The shape of a vessel under sail is something I find pleasing to the eye. The concept of harnessing the wind to travel has led to this ancient practice amongst humans. Technology changes the equipment and design but the movement and reflection of boats in the water remain the same. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* * * </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crescent moon reflected in the lake...</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">This simple image captured my attention and became a photograph while we sat aboard watching the start populate the evening sky. Often I find myself drawn to simple compositions of light and dark with shadows in between...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* * * </span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It was the pastel colors of this dawning day which caught my attention and led to the creation of the photographic image. A calm body of water and the promise of a new summer's day. Doesn't get much better.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* * * </span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fufpoJjV0WkOPxohk-UqlBiffOHiWVm5k3FLluB3hi4P4b7iRSvOd4McK4mZeGTRB2bvkZZMQYm6Kca_W4BL2CCGfSS-nfSpTcW4oCIUjcwKo36LYgdmVgkKhv7J4rauB5ibhqhxqw/s1600/Storm+Cloud+Sunset+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="426px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fufpoJjV0WkOPxohk-UqlBiffOHiWVm5k3FLluB3hi4P4b7iRSvOd4McK4mZeGTRB2bvkZZMQYm6Kca_W4BL2CCGfSS-nfSpTcW4oCIUjcwKo36LYgdmVgkKhv7J4rauB5ibhqhxqw/s640/Storm+Cloud+Sunset+2.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /></a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I've chose this one to close with as I find it to be a powerful image. As a firefighter, sailor and outdoors photographer the weather is not far out of focus for me at any given time. When nature gives one of her brief showings like these few moments were I am always thankful to be there to capture it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* * * </span> </div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-72475134641343749242011-04-02T09:56:00.000-07:002011-04-02T10:20:24.067-07:00Spring 2011<span style="font-size: large;">The natural world holds great fascination for me. Viewed through the lens I am often amazed at the captured snapshot of time and place, illumination and weather that come together forming the image of the photograph. Here is a collection of my images created during the last of winter / beginning of spring 2011. Remember to double click on an image to enlarge. Hope you enjoy…</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we scarcely mark their progress."</em> - Charles Dickens</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvqWLJ2iFCAcNdKOurOw8ic9YdsBAspMxeFDJs4WyA0OqUaZAJm5QhXnSW4lKWxGOx3Fze2YYLy7B7_Oi6ROEj_DBmxHxWM7ZZkbWwmrEg_pGHFoNniQP-ZBNZsXFz7JAp6YluUnqLw/s1600/Colmbia+River+Valley+Beebe+Bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvqWLJ2iFCAcNdKOurOw8ic9YdsBAspMxeFDJs4WyA0OqUaZAJm5QhXnSW4lKWxGOx3Fze2YYLy7B7_Oi6ROEj_DBmxHxWM7ZZkbWwmrEg_pGHFoNniQP-ZBNZsXFz7JAp6YluUnqLw/s640/Colmbia+River+Valley+Beebe+Bridge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">The winter snow cover leaving the landscape is part of the natural world theme at this latitude in the Inland Pacific NW. Pictured here is the Columbia River Valley, near Chelan Falls. The image captured on an overcast day carries the mood of the weather over this historic river valley.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOg8HmlLGdcbZGQXfsUhykAuCAK57QHk2aPYfjvgvCVmk_Ni7IDgp1_bFYqqnJGRO1xUFIeJvAkA6wgsMj61MkONLx45TpNRWGSoc2jBCJiJeB63DDyLqO_GZa-KYZkykj_z5D3hgrUg/s1600/Copper+Butte+Kettle+River+Range.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="245" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOg8HmlLGdcbZGQXfsUhykAuCAK57QHk2aPYfjvgvCVmk_Ni7IDgp1_bFYqqnJGRO1xUFIeJvAkA6wgsMj61MkONLx45TpNRWGSoc2jBCJiJeB63DDyLqO_GZa-KYZkykj_z5D3hgrUg/s400/Copper+Butte+Kettle+River+Range.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><span style="font-size: large;">Often this time of year the late winter / early spring storms push off the Pacific Ocean, over the Cascade Mountain Range and deliver more layers of snow into the high country as seen here with a March snowstorm just breaking over the Kettle River Range. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVSg2HRdLk6z4i8rK9AcY6DB0c6qo3tIzZegArNY0qFA_kYcMZTHsn_oWVXz7OyEshnOFeZUa9K2VXXUTh5qFmlrikW7L0kgFlj4_LtKpXHHon829L8gCoQMt0NNnxIgFT8_H-_O5_Q/s1600/Mount+Leona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVSg2HRdLk6z4i8rK9AcY6DB0c6qo3tIzZegArNY0qFA_kYcMZTHsn_oWVXz7OyEshnOFeZUa9K2VXXUTh5qFmlrikW7L0kgFlj4_LtKpXHHon829L8gCoQMt0NNnxIgFT8_H-_O5_Q/s400/Mount+Leona.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">A couple of weeks later there is a clear change approaching as the snowlines retreat upslope to the higher elevations as the spring thaw encompasses the lowerlands. Tis a fine time of year in the Okanogan Highlands.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6TQB88iHrtBIDX5oT0-_3tBIXHCfcsBqT1TGSc9SLSYTJTs5a4FXS4DYwstZw9ilvnRc4EOAa_bH-3xaLULou-1TXO-l19Ash9qFfyHMuFz4KGZqemn5x0mNcGi-wP9DbCsoeIsijGg/s1600/Snoqualmie+Falls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6TQB88iHrtBIDX5oT0-_3tBIXHCfcsBqT1TGSc9SLSYTJTs5a4FXS4DYwstZw9ilvnRc4EOAa_bH-3xaLULou-1TXO-l19Ash9qFfyHMuFz4KGZqemn5x0mNcGi-wP9DbCsoeIsijGg/s400/Snoqualmie+Falls.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Leaving the mountain landscapes but continuing on with images from this transition period of the early seasons of 2011: </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I always enjoy the opportunity to photograph Snoqualmie Falls but to do so when the winter snow melt is in full flow is a powerful experience. Had been about a year since I last visited this 268 ft (82 m) waterfall on the Snoqualmie River. Snoqualmie is also the name of the People, who have lived for centuries in the Snoqualmie Valley in western Washington. The falls are central to their cultural beliefs, and spirituality. This area is a traditional burial site, and it is the belief of the Snoqualmie People that the falls are “the place where First Woman and First Man were created by Moon the Transformer” and “where prayers were carried up to the Creator by great mists that rise from the powerful flow.”</span><span style="font-size: large;">During a beach walk on Bainbridge Island, Puget Sound, chanced upon this driftwood composition. It fit the lens just right...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This session will close with one of the images from this spring I'm rather fond of ~ an aspen grove in the Kettle River Valley near Curlew, WA. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the first image, above: Northern Reaches of the Kettle River Range. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We have the following three mountains: Scar Mountain ~ 7,024 feet (2,140.92 meters) Wapaloosie Mountain ~ 6,942 feet (2,115.92 meters) and Columbia Mountain ~ 6,765 feet (2,061.97 meters). This area is the upper reaches of the San Poil River, north of Republic WA.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you are interested in the Kettle River Range and would like more info I have developed a fairly extensive page on these mountains hosted at this location:</div><a href="http://www.summitpost.org/kettle-river-range/682199">http://www.summitpost.org/kettle-river-range/682199</a><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Curlew WA, at the Cougar Corner Junction seen in October is image number 2 of this series. The Kettle River winds it's way through the golden cottonwood trees in the middle ground of this photograph. You can find this photo on Goggle Earth if you happen to be looking at the Curlew area.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jQ_e2p3aAH-g_54U0FPUL74cLNuYkXsfhbOl9sQ-mpxURgrBx0frElmNvrnmnCB8i4nitaB73E2cGI0529oXMnX-wHX9iC0RC1nebdNYzBvXCd00CvBh_6uTQ7Rts_AM_JR64NTXew/s1600/Hwy+bridge+stretch+copy.jpg2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jQ_e2p3aAH-g_54U0FPUL74cLNuYkXsfhbOl9sQ-mpxURgrBx0frElmNvrnmnCB8i4nitaB73E2cGI0529oXMnX-wHX9iC0RC1nebdNYzBvXCd00CvBh_6uTQ7Rts_AM_JR64NTXew/s400/Hwy+bridge+stretch+copy.jpg2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For image number 3 we move just north of the above photograph to the state highway bridge crossing the Kettle River just upstream of the town of Curlew. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxN77LyQ9gwczcyI03eNc28n-KOuP7GNcxxXyy8rTOGgIKa3tDlxeS3xVEUQlZIocv-XEKI8yEsqJoRLm1_ipNa44gWePShwsmGqcaqY1myGDgbl-iNgPWYUaybYVPTE6zl9tRZSybPQ/s1600/Salmon+Spawn+morning+stretch+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxN77LyQ9gwczcyI03eNc28n-KOuP7GNcxxXyy8rTOGgIKa3tDlxeS3xVEUQlZIocv-XEKI8yEsqJoRLm1_ipNa44gWePShwsmGqcaqY1myGDgbl-iNgPWYUaybYVPTE6zl9tRZSybPQ/s400/Salmon+Spawn+morning+stretch+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nehi Alpit Qha is the Salish language name for the Kettle River. Nehi Alpit Qha Dawn is the name of photograph number 4 of this series. In this image we are looking east into dawn and the Kettle River Range.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Q_jJEHlOheoNMNlRsfZAdMLyu7jHhpzKGh2umWZ1Vfh2chBYIdCjTJgJkgS1dzGlng5wXTvEERefza8yKxq5_J0BH3RfCqkSbZw3kMpw3hmSczUOX_KjU0e1fGxCBcVUOWl5Ls3MWw/s1600/Ketle+River+reflections.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Q_jJEHlOheoNMNlRsfZAdMLyu7jHhpzKGh2umWZ1Vfh2chBYIdCjTJgJkgS1dzGlng5wXTvEERefza8yKxq5_J0BH3RfCqkSbZw3kMpw3hmSczUOX_KjU0e1fGxCBcVUOWl5Ls3MWw/s400/Ketle+River+reflections.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Image #5: Kettle River Reflections; a deep, rich, colorful photo of the river and flora reflections in it's still, October surface. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75FiOjW1i14m4hO0S6nQZo6QMWEPDOTtXuDThwaxzsK00o8dl7fAeDgOLOg4AxcRQHaOm4MTZ-xZcxIs9u7DsHxdz3OJyfl9nSjaWv6khWloaOq2jcTMpFYnso-OfE_MTopTkehC0Aw/s1600/Bamber+and+Little+Vulcan+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75FiOjW1i14m4hO0S6nQZo6QMWEPDOTtXuDThwaxzsK00o8dl7fAeDgOLOg4AxcRQHaOm4MTZ-xZcxIs9u7DsHxdz3OJyfl9nSjaWv6khWloaOq2jcTMpFYnso-OfE_MTopTkehC0Aw/s400/Bamber+and+Little+Vulcan+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Little Vulcan Mountain makes image #6; an early November photograph full of textures of clouds, vegetation and landscape. Bamber Mountain is in the background of this shot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiyvggkvp_cg-swdm1q5YT470yWZUxTcvRvApO8ToXRxV_t9YBwodsVRO28Blq-nMdwo5YyYiPWA3uifqKDgUHsiRng9s3fEIpNoXz_-aWwzIFo132Ts8Ik5fWf7lhRtuWFgEiehBBg/s1600/49+snag+valley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiyvggkvp_cg-swdm1q5YT470yWZUxTcvRvApO8ToXRxV_t9YBwodsVRO28Blq-nMdwo5YyYiPWA3uifqKDgUHsiRng9s3fEIpNoXz_-aWwzIFo132Ts8Ik5fWf7lhRtuWFgEiehBBg/s400/49+snag+valley.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Photograph #7 is: Snag Overlooking Kettle River Valley. That sweet intermixing of cloud, mountain-scape and lighting as the autumn skies are in a perpetual state of transition. I bracketed quite a few images to assure this moment was captured. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFKBBAWRT9cOODwYvCg6Jsh8GH_hzHpN0CiSMQVfs3N8eAmpVq_1lnw8aFSFt2VAH2Yj57fLp84gurdl7Wt_lwf_qIGA4ykdeP8GxLo8jtTv0Q1CX0jRraCYiY1lStcv957JubY4Wsw/s1600/88+Little+Vulcan+Mountain+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFKBBAWRT9cOODwYvCg6Jsh8GH_hzHpN0CiSMQVfs3N8eAmpVq_1lnw8aFSFt2VAH2Yj57fLp84gurdl7Wt_lwf_qIGA4ykdeP8GxLo8jtTv0Q1CX0jRraCYiY1lStcv957JubY4Wsw/s400/88+Little+Vulcan+Mountain+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Face of Little Vulcan Mountain makes image #8. Actually Little Vulcan, Vulcan Mountain, White Mountain (north) Snow Dome and a few minor peaks are all part of the same dome heaved up during plate collisions 45 million years ago forming part of the western foothills of the Kettle River Range.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8c8X1IMmx3r2kNfv_XnZ-JPqbagBUKVlhsHJmD6D9NVYe5M-BQOWBlfqZkA9SxlLDgc0vJgI8vU-mlP1UrLu2pc8-t-Q8hb2Hd4_-BDZ_23J9YGYresPx-kCpWiPlfFX9YniO7bgEg/s1600/Snowfire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="168" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8c8X1IMmx3r2kNfv_XnZ-JPqbagBUKVlhsHJmD6D9NVYe5M-BQOWBlfqZkA9SxlLDgc0vJgI8vU-mlP1UrLu2pc8-t-Q8hb2Hd4_-BDZ_23J9YGYresPx-kCpWiPlfFX9YniO7bgEg/s400/Snowfire.jpg" width="400" /><br />
Thought I'd close this set with this image; Fire and Snow: As part of my day job I was burning slash piles on a very steep slope overlooking the Kettle River Valley. After starting ignition a thick, cold front closed in bringing driving snow and high winds. It was an intense moment by the large fires that I rather enjoyed. <br />
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Image #2 KETTLE RIVER RANGE EVENING: There is a continuous and transient relationship between the atmosphere and a mountain range. Here we have a hot summers day turning to an evening of developing thunder cells from the hot air lifting off the earth. As darkness falls bolts of lightning will light up the night sky<br />
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Generally speaking late in the day or early in the dawn the quality and color of light transitions through changes rapidly. Capturing photographic images in the twilight hours presents both challenge and opportunity to the outdoor photographer. Add the environmental difference in morning and evening twilight, early in the day being when the air is typically heavier with moisture and evening when dust, pollen or other particulates abound, actually requires different functions of the eye, mind, camera and lens. These technical challenges allow photographers to develop images with the embodiment of captivating landscapes and intriguing narratives. <br />
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Image # 1 (above) is from my backyard looking east over the river during the 'high water' phase of spring run-off. This photo takes advantage of the late spring twilight as summer solstice approaches.<br />
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Moonlit Meadows of the Kettle River Valley is image #8 (above). This is a rendered photograph of mine offering the soft textures of a late evening under a bright moon partially hidden behind wispy clouds. To me it's an invitation to walk through the night glades while listening to the owls, coyotes and crickets.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We'll end this series with one of my favorite images of this year. It was a beautiful scene when I took the photo but I was delighted with the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuorlUwADZDYP8LuWKk2OgZRzdHOIta26ct6CaEUWPNbCUnllOy9IQiMI-Ht_w3BhivC0azTcEC7eVbsdyEd4udZ6V3XBUQi0s1_-ljEcdT8fW2rX8LZrtpH8V8Y-patk21aSynhG2pg/s1600/Rainbow+at+the+Ranch+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuorlUwADZDYP8LuWKk2OgZRzdHOIta26ct6CaEUWPNbCUnllOy9IQiMI-Ht_w3BhivC0azTcEC7eVbsdyEd4udZ6V3XBUQi0s1_-ljEcdT8fW2rX8LZrtpH8V8Y-patk21aSynhG2pg/s400/Rainbow+at+the+Ranch+2.jpg" width="400" /></a>vibrant light captured in the image. Rich rainbow colors, the green meadows and wet mountain road leading to the home of warmth and comfort. It certainly carries my imagination ~ and that is a good thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hope you enjoyed the tour...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Foster Fanning</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kettle River Valley, 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-49094826290754646042010-02-18T21:38:00.000-08:002010-02-18T21:41:27.256-08:00Of Eagles and Mountains...As mentioned in the FIREWATER blog, this has been a mild winter in the Okanogan Highlands. Just before dawn this morning I noted this rather large bald eagle perched in the upper reaches of the shoreside cottonwoods, watching the coming of light on the river surface below. As eagle watched river, I watched eagle. The foundation of this rendered image was captured before the sun rose over the Kettle River Range to the east. Double click on the images for a larger, more detailed view.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwLDj7Y79mx05eUOAXO7wjye6iwUlOhE4SZyUTN4i8cqsWjn8szb9PiLbYmA-pjRYqjLxKXqYTJA_SlZi47WgIOkYE88Pkql-8L47QlqSW-rBMkDVtAN4Jxic7QIDa-C34p3gS88Uug/s1600-h/sunrise+eagle2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwLDj7Y79mx05eUOAXO7wjye6iwUlOhE4SZyUTN4i8cqsWjn8szb9PiLbYmA-pjRYqjLxKXqYTJA_SlZi47WgIOkYE88Pkql-8L47QlqSW-rBMkDVtAN4Jxic7QIDa-C34p3gS88Uug/s400/sunrise+eagle2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The day dawned clear and sunny. Work took me over Wauconda Summit and into the Okanogan River Valley. On the way home captured this image of 7,257 foot Mount Bonaparte. In proper terminology, Bonaparte is a monadnock - a high, solitary mountain. It is the highest summit in the interior of the OKanogan Highlands. Higher summits are to the west are in the eastern Pasayten area of the Northern Cascades. About 30 miles to the east is the Kettle River Range with it's highest summit being 7,140-ft Copper Butte.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Below: Mount Bonaparte</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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This expression is more an ethereal feeling I get when working with photographs and modifying their quality, contrast, color and composition. Of course all of the above begins when one decides to capture the image with the camera. The depth, shape, size, density, temperature & general environment of the subject all come into play as the eye <em>"sees"</em> the composition taking shape. But for myself and a number of other photographers creating the final stage of the image may be a process of more complicated steps through darkroom applications or the digital photoshop. As mentioned in other postings, the photograph may be with me in various stages of it's raw form or transition edits for quite sometime before I find a way to express visually what I'm really seeing and 'feeling' in the image. Here are a set of winter images taken this January of 2010 that have avoided the cutting room floor and surfaced with enough expression to be featured here. Hope you enjoy...<br /><br />Image #1 Cottonwoods in Winter's Mist... It's been a warmish January here in the Kettle River Valley. Much of the sparse snow we received has melted, the rest turning to glacierial ice along the river banks. These cottonwoods, standing in a light morning mist were covered in hoar frost from the moist airs rising off the river's surface. In this rendered image there is a cold, dark feeling to the brown boles of these silent trees.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjionIw4Ifv3IbLbtqFfW5ywnPTdXWT-DU70lleHGRux63KNuogKf-47DrTqqKgFH9Q2utCBeqByGqL1m4NtzHNzPGsU1X1TIvUOYpIEkqTcCkHVDmWZ36B7GbuJuBscp7TBH_vvSyzfg/s1600-h/Mt+Bonaparte+above+the+Clouds,+Jan+2010+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432189312804504082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjionIw4Ifv3IbLbtqFfW5ywnPTdXWT-DU70lleHGRux63KNuogKf-47DrTqqKgFH9Q2utCBeqByGqL1m4NtzHNzPGsU1X1TIvUOYpIEkqTcCkHVDmWZ36B7GbuJuBscp7TBH_vvSyzfg/s400/Mt+Bonaparte+above+the+Clouds,+Jan+2010+2.jpg" /></a> #2 entitled: Mount Bonaparte, Above the Clouds, is another wintry play of light and the environment. I caught a glimpse of the mountain as the clouds briefly parted one morning. Almost before I had positioned myself and captured three shots the clouds returned and totally blocked out the view of the mountain. I was lucky to get this image. While I liked the photograph what I really experienced watching the changes of light on the mountain are captured in this rendered. A winter's morning in the highlands.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRILPpFIRy4eGmXprlgbp_bOxppiBYkq5Gx2fTxIOBzAfjUtrra_eDeZfTwjT1EoeXFzRBfVv9VvCXlHYRx3MWbTCvgjeEij7KpVGz7_dyk2KKS4Y-1650fx3b5QbGBZTFSSZKdySXiA/s1600-h/Pines+in+Snowfall+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432189179074741058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRILPpFIRy4eGmXprlgbp_bOxppiBYkq5Gx2fTxIOBzAfjUtrra_eDeZfTwjT1EoeXFzRBfVv9VvCXlHYRx3MWbTCvgjeEij7KpVGz7_dyk2KKS4Y-1650fx3b5QbGBZTFSSZKdySXiA/s400/Pines+in+Snowfall+2.jpg" /></a> Pines in Snowfall; image #3 is a photograph taken just off my backyard during a snowy morning. I live within the ponderosa pines. Much of the wood & logs of my home are of various pines. And I am an admirer of these beautiful trees. Pines in the winter occupy a special place in my study of subject, shape & light. In this rendered image of the pines and snowfall I can almost hear the whispering sounds of the flakes falling through the pine needles before settling deep & white upon the ground.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3SJl0ptzafgEfbzt0xhe466KOZLMreYn_IbBQ8pl0f7ZKIbhsQpEfoIYz0RrkU26ZQjdLwZ1hLWFVEaCNIg0S5IU0zTL-K1K6IdHkyeJDz0YwvpEUDYaN-5_ceLI9TOCOSPnj1ji-g/s1600-h/Snowy+Road,+Kettle+River,+January+2010+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432188996066364130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3SJl0ptzafgEfbzt0xhe466KOZLMreYn_IbBQ8pl0f7ZKIbhsQpEfoIYz0RrkU26ZQjdLwZ1hLWFVEaCNIg0S5IU0zTL-K1K6IdHkyeJDz0YwvpEUDYaN-5_ceLI9TOCOSPnj1ji-g/s400/Snowy+Road,+Kettle+River,+January+2010+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Image #4 Snowy Road, Kettle River; was captured at the end of an overnight snowfall. The river was still predominantly frozen over and except for the tracks left behind my vehicle the road was untouched that morning.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhYh7jCPF-S8vzX-dPqM7io19tGbwv5uzLdJ5QmBXaJVuszqzIDr5ZiG89mFEvNAKNJajhNSmeUSakYrP3eY09Gtx6RsvyBqYg-VxkuBbPKDbLfZdHtLeAgXmMKwjGWVjfP9SaKXNAA/s1600-h/Snoqualmie+Falls+January+2010+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432188824603705474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhYh7jCPF-S8vzX-dPqM7io19tGbwv5uzLdJ5QmBXaJVuszqzIDr5ZiG89mFEvNAKNJajhNSmeUSakYrP3eY09Gtx6RsvyBqYg-VxkuBbPKDbLfZdHtLeAgXmMKwjGWVjfP9SaKXNAA/s400/Snoqualmie+Falls+January+2010+2.jpg" /></a><br />Possibly the most photographed waterfalls of Washington State, Snoqualmie Falls is the 5th photo of this series. While there is no snow or ice in this image it is indeed winter. January at the falls with a recent snow melt swelling the river. The upper edges of this gorge, where we are standing, is constantly in the mists rising up from the pool below this 268 vertical foot drop of water.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWbpca34gNcmf2XwxcCSZ9JyDyEHz8RF8_FQwK43G3NHnj7mVi2aE1uVmjjZ3EGQuNeyOzZZbFRz9s1M-8VTLisYyNc2B0FIFq61VR4XDH5oq3dXkSFRx54AZagI4KZM13ds5Q48C-Q/s1600-h/Winter+Cabbage+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432188717939915442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWbpca34gNcmf2XwxcCSZ9JyDyEHz8RF8_FQwK43G3NHnj7mVi2aE1uVmjjZ3EGQuNeyOzZZbFRz9s1M-8VTLisYyNc2B0FIFq61VR4XDH5oq3dXkSFRx54AZagI4KZM13ds5Q48C-Q/s400/Winter+Cabbage+2.jpg" /></a><br />And I'll close this series with a colorful photograph; I call this one Winter Cabbage, Salish Lodge. The Salish Lodge over looks Snoqualmie Falls and, of course, it is in such a mild temperate zone that this cabbage was in full color in January.<br /><br />Thanks for stopping and having a look. Remember if you'd like to see a bigger version of any of the above images you can click in it. You have my permission to right click and save the image to your computer as long as it is not used promotionally or commercially or published in any other way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-4569557585667814182009-12-20T07:48:00.000-08:002009-12-20T21:12:16.411-08:00Winter Scenes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimJLMRrNLL7ZVYvjYIDZ6H2cfYPqkJBaO35tyW8U_koJnfFsVU89IhDX9aFT7TzVcX_7NJb8CbdAxKbeHV5lm0UPRvLxEjDWCgEmyWmsT1nU41xmFvXpl0e1Qk9nhj6HDLrbjWPSQ7Cw/s1600-h/branches+snow+blue+tint+6.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417363824074940178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimJLMRrNLL7ZVYvjYIDZ6H2cfYPqkJBaO35tyW8U_koJnfFsVU89IhDX9aFT7TzVcX_7NJb8CbdAxKbeHV5lm0UPRvLxEjDWCgEmyWmsT1nU41xmFvXpl0e1Qk9nhj6HDLrbjWPSQ7Cw/s400/branches+snow+blue+tint+6.jpg" /></a>The illuminations and landscapes of winter have long been a fascinating season to capture & create images of. Over the years many artists have found the muse of winter knocking at their door. The response has ranged from quill & ink, to glossy photographs, from operas, to concertos, we of the northern latitudes have been inspired to all. Here is a brief look through my lens as the winter lightscape. A moody mixture of rendered images from my cameras and digital darkroom.<br /><br />To start out there is an embedded video/slide show of winter scenes set to a tune by George Winston appropriately from his album entitled FOREST, the song itself is his FORBIDDEN FOREST number, which slightly haunting melody somehow merges well with these frosty photographs.<br /><br />The plan for this posting is to have all the images from this slide show laid out individually with a brief descriptive text adjoining them. A task I hope to accomplish over the course of this winter solstice. But for now I hope you enjoy the slide show…<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzeMaAYxvyr0Pf2tGqsyLy_R6juV60jJ5GIwg60JRpL7oUCNh9JXteF0V0Mvgy-wNjeZcsdi307DeeIhpzwRQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>"Hmmm..." The quality that BLOGGER allows the MPEG to load leaves a lot to be desired. Given that I had already planned to post the images from the slide show here I'll leave not delete it (as I'd do if it was a stand-alone).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ziXIzbtj7u56RBZ8TkRnb2IKm_D9gLcigkLkyWuhSaqu-hZN1m1fqVhQqyjVLiyR8GlhSZuFPc0AxVU5cujyN8suz4DaYhe98QdTIlTRbOfuKZK08r6MA3BjYjmi8U-5LTwODFIZFg/s1600-h/aspen+drive+DB+DG+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417526963766830674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ziXIzbtj7u56RBZ8TkRnb2IKm_D9gLcigkLkyWuhSaqu-hZN1m1fqVhQqyjVLiyR8GlhSZuFPc0AxVU5cujyN8suz4DaYhe98QdTIlTRbOfuKZK08r6MA3BjYjmi8U-5LTwODFIZFg/s400/aspen+drive+DB+DG+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br />'Winter Way' is image number 1; whether it's a winding mountain road or a short driveway leading to a cozy cabin, I find this snow covered pathway inviting a ski, a stroll, or maybe a horse drawn sleigh...<br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>One of the two bridges within the community of Curlew crossing the Kettle River. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4huED7jlAW_NWqpqZCaNCHN4f3cA1FKNQhyphenhyphenhtghUOjhneCkh_wXG0YDLDSp6rj21uluIl_tJyS7mT-5Zjq__2mgMsLkgRRh5vHSPabMmlW6VbVukYZRW8mLUXrHiJKn-AsgQQPNhuQ/s1600-h/IceyBridge1Paint+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417527166043444994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4huED7jlAW_NWqpqZCaNCHN4f3cA1FKNQhyphenhyphenhtghUOjhneCkh_wXG0YDLDSp6rj21uluIl_tJyS7mT-5Zjq__2mgMsLkgRRh5vHSPabMmlW6VbVukYZRW8mLUXrHiJKn-AsgQQPNhuQ/s400/IceyBridge1Paint+2.jpg" /></a>This is the Highway 21 bridge running north and south. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Looking off the Kettle River bridge in Curlew, there is an ice flow slowly winding downstream . <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajVXo5N_eNWW4F5dEUQd6cJHfxeyhmdXomed2_uzu4SMtsWtY61WKOg2esrXbapGZ_NdoyZ8kk8Bx64KdmcncSyhNVc3t9Aexgk2FacihwSzBPB_Lb5RSridzJZkPjuJG3VOZwgf74w/s1600-h/ice+%26+water+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417527377965999474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajVXo5N_eNWW4F5dEUQd6cJHfxeyhmdXomed2_uzu4SMtsWtY61WKOg2esrXbapGZ_NdoyZ8kk8Bx64KdmcncSyhNVc3t9Aexgk2FacihwSzBPB_Lb5RSridzJZkPjuJG3VOZwgf74w/s400/ice+%26+water+2.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcT-7pL_lR26Q4iEXmOrwQpANj63isiMLce9jqkXJbTH2brCTSUxF0pfMDiU2pKt5sbaNXld6e0T_jWB968FR1jYtx7OHK-UotFrJ-GMlH_ajm2-6D5LokPoySvt3yNW8lBdLJLdFnQA/s1600-h/Icey+Reflections+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417527579770310322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcT-7pL_lR26Q4iEXmOrwQpANj63isiMLce9jqkXJbTH2brCTSUxF0pfMDiU2pKt5sbaNXld6e0T_jWB968FR1jYtx7OHK-UotFrJ-GMlH_ajm2-6D5LokPoySvt3yNW8lBdLJLdFnQA/s400/Icey+Reflections+2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY2nCTCKL6YhF8wBINmB8w4nJhaeqjPuAaWzerO79b_URV3bRCSlZmOp5Mhw2fKQtaXyqnFamvHrxxQCytSlJrEsD0gtSXoDWfJJ221jg6Yf06tmOyAWIwusXBBqXzqiZpQeZyM3H9Hw/s1600-h/Alpine+Fir+Winter+3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417527984629713666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY2nCTCKL6YhF8wBINmB8w4nJhaeqjPuAaWzerO79b_URV3bRCSlZmOp5Mhw2fKQtaXyqnFamvHrxxQCytSlJrEsD0gtSXoDWfJJ221jg6Yf06tmOyAWIwusXBBqXzqiZpQeZyM3H9Hw/s400/Alpine+Fir+Winter+3.jpg" /></a>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-27549786510376282972009-11-04T20:38:00.001-08:002009-11-07T17:16:39.286-08:00Nautical Art from 2009 Cruise...It has been a few months since I've posted to the FIREWATER IMAGES blog. Fire season has ended along with the passing of summer, an autumn, which distinctly has the feel of winter, has begun, and I've completed a month long cruise on my 30 sailboat. It is that cruise which has provided the images presented here.<br />I've been working in the FIREWATER blog and have posted the story of the cruise and many more photographs there. All told over 1,500 images were shot over the course of the month long cruise. About half of what I'd really like to have. The 12 part installments of the cruise used approximately a hundred of those photos. Here I offer the twelve photographic images, which through their composition, use of light, subject matter and energy, passed the test and can stand as independant photographs. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIzlizNGtBpR1WWeqj1OU6BDqztNckcH7_xvczsWOpqHJgdMp7NMbHA_stV2yuebRPOXMYlqWC-C1LxTyYNw0tEbOqsPMNK9wNSpFJo_r3a4n8wTaAQH-CkXfk0qz2bTy6QpuUdYxKA/s1600-h/Gull+on+dock+Newcastle+Island+Nanaimo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400476959442274146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIzlizNGtBpR1WWeqj1OU6BDqztNckcH7_xvczsWOpqHJgdMp7NMbHA_stV2yuebRPOXMYlqWC-C1LxTyYNw0tEbOqsPMNK9wNSpFJo_r3a4n8wTaAQH-CkXfk0qz2bTy6QpuUdYxKA/s400/Gull+on+dock+Newcastle+Island+Nanaimo.jpg" /></a><br />GULLS ON DOCK, NEWCASTLE ISLAND, NANAIMO B.C.<br />I was delighted to find this image in the camera. Of course I had taken a number of shots with this curious gull searching the docks. Patience paid off as the bird walked further onto the dock it's shadow appeared on the hull of CANNIBAR, the sailing vessel moored adjacent to us. The crisp lines of the vessels brightwork, white hull and triangle of blue water all add to the overall composition of this image.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZEwtnZZOrHyAEAL8VLPIcIETM-JZyOaoqMPKHlulDDVO08mm9K28kZBiAqyYt02ud5Dbnpqs_4YQfaGTTAN9H_4w0bAV4abd04q4I5yL1P0L9WdXRe2ePtFYUurBkqRacFDgI1CT42g/s1600-h/Sunset+over+Canadian+Gulf+Islands.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400476833691504994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZEwtnZZOrHyAEAL8VLPIcIETM-JZyOaoqMPKHlulDDVO08mm9K28kZBiAqyYt02ud5Dbnpqs_4YQfaGTTAN9H_4w0bAV4abd04q4I5yL1P0L9WdXRe2ePtFYUurBkqRacFDgI1CT42g/s400/Sunset+over+Canadian+Gulf+Islands.jpg" /></a> If you've followed the FIREWATER blog and the cruise some of these images will be familiar but not this one entitled SUNSET OVER CANADIAN GULF ISLANDS. There was another photograph of this sunset with the Patos Lighthouse that I used in the story since it fit so well. Yet I knew this picture was special. It may be the best sunset shot I've had the pleasure of capturing. That warm, red glow almost kissing the water in the center of the image in the distance against a far island really makes this shot work.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tEg-Jfv6lG6PKsgaBY5s_Euz37NYjsYHcg0ZNWeZcOSPf0FXc_SPi8WQ4GxKRz6ZSEQC2oHP52ghjKaOr83zu9jc08FSMRPwaWndWhgD585G5z240xs8Ubcgyg8s3OYMj5IWKWzRBA/s1600-h/Sailing+thru+Peavine+Passage.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400476689099668274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tEg-Jfv6lG6PKsgaBY5s_Euz37NYjsYHcg0ZNWeZcOSPf0FXc_SPi8WQ4GxKRz6ZSEQC2oHP52ghjKaOr83zu9jc08FSMRPwaWndWhgD585G5z240xs8Ubcgyg8s3OYMj5IWKWzRBA/s400/Sailing+thru+Peavine+Passage.jpg" /></a> This image SAILING THRU PEAVINE PASSAGE, SAN JUAN ISLANDS captured the feel of the late summer, early morning passage which we were making that day. There is a texture to the water, the mists, the landscapes and morning sunlight that inter-acts together rendering this image and setting it apart from the rest of the photographs of that day.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbK_ELdrmUmS58Vcolx2W0GIksWQA7hGJFmx-qjP-PU0v8Xj4WVP0r_ofMzI6Xjxy6rzPvX0NO2xFHWgs8FFyEILe79C7p085hcl7DtzbUozcHv7d7lnGN0J9md3FV2B1DMp9mdh91A/s1600-h/Sculpted+Sandstone+of+Patos+Island.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400476539080812450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbK_ELdrmUmS58Vcolx2W0GIksWQA7hGJFmx-qjP-PU0v8Xj4WVP0r_ofMzI6Xjxy6rzPvX0NO2xFHWgs8FFyEILe79C7p085hcl7DtzbUozcHv7d7lnGN0J9md3FV2B1DMp9mdh91A/s400/Sculpted+Sandstone+of+Patos+Island.jpg" /></a>SCULPTED SANDSTONE OF PATOS ISLAND; again it is the textures that pull me into this photograph. Thousands of years in the making this twisted, contorted, scuplted rock is facinating subject material. Wind and waves over the course of time is the true artist here. I am fortunate enough just to have been there, seen it and taken the photograph. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOvSEDlAaFMi5kJb4INR-pXU4KZJLnrhZ29bHw4soo1dMX7TddRMZS-vVYcOrsvWfGCE88rtudKJ7Xgr-igjXeLuN4ApBkt8JDPHXIXQdl4r_CaOONhhLCBdnrdaHZA-6e-Nr3PxEmA/s1600-h/Totum+Newcastle+Island+Nanaimo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400477236007615074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOvSEDlAaFMi5kJb4INR-pXU4KZJLnrhZ29bHw4soo1dMX7TddRMZS-vVYcOrsvWfGCE88rtudKJ7Xgr-igjXeLuN4ApBkt8JDPHXIXQdl4r_CaOONhhLCBdnrdaHZA-6e-Nr3PxEmA/s400/Totum+Newcastle+Island+Nanaimo.jpg" /></a><br />The artwork of the Salish people has always facinated me. The recodring and telling of stories in such strong imagery...<br /><br />TO BE CONTINUED SOON Saturday, 11.07.09 Foster<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYNe_jX4tfJfnT0Q7EWLG1q5XbqjLu8JVXGorWp8DZ8CSuSygn0nbLJaGI-kx1WiYzvtu7EINpq4JUdXhj_Ik-dMzrhR1o9-vaAM5jfD1S6WKY5w7S17sy9W6laAEeMTiBMn0k-rCeQ/s1600-h/Mount+Baker+from+Sucia+Island.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400476294357324338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYNe_jX4tfJfnT0Q7EWLG1q5XbqjLu8JVXGorWp8DZ8CSuSygn0nbLJaGI-kx1WiYzvtu7EINpq4JUdXhj_Ik-dMzrhR1o9-vaAM5jfD1S6WKY5w7S17sy9W6laAEeMTiBMn0k-rCeQ/s400/Mount+Baker+from+Sucia+Island.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfQ6L7_SK9RaqQ2huRNKxEXUVq-Ntnn2o2nv34d5TxqShWvivoDSLBnCfv8w2i0e12ohwC847M_a0faeucSUubXu6W_VeqgUMAVnDxNQvN7tXjyEGlQAKgKjJJGxx-aH5LSMFAJgREg/s1600-h/Sunset+over+Canadian+Gulf+Islands.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccXDyjGXW1LIPjs4A5hILgcQLx9o_cWq5hHqReDPU2a0WMY3y5yW1bdlHvcasCopc1mAd28TYP8I_-Gh15kkxXbYx9Mx-NUF42GwPEU4LAinOvb-w75-MJSzq8xiTVWU9kK3PvcKJDQ/s1600-h/Cliffs+of+Valdes+Valdes+Island+Gulf+Islands.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400475050966378562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQw4yxVjEt8zxeokpjr2yki6X9Ui2yrZ6m_kNzqcJwhqEXHbTyu0uKZ2Rp_GyWOLukW_HPWliqDLdXJ69W1udYSrvS1tp2DAegT1G3AcTsdp3dg8Ok3wWPdA5AXjgVgBAZ1fRO4-Wog/s400/Vancouver+Island+Twilight.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWabOTM5ueC7xUj0SFWzQi6wdsG-68eFreOWX8-Em-p_AMXoNaXZDdOKa79KgM3uuu8Dqo9RmS299bdffNcZgfhpVV0M5T7h7irVo8l-r9j4KPDgCjVWeIjLIbkjSMnijHJlDVQ_BJg/s1600-h/Sunset+from+Jones+Island+San+Juan+Islands.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400474912707493762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWabOTM5ueC7xUj0SFWzQi6wdsG-68eFreOWX8-Em-p_AMXoNaXZDdOKa79KgM3uuu8Dqo9RmS299bdffNcZgfhpVV0M5T7h7irVo8l-r9j4KPDgCjVWeIjLIbkjSMnijHJlDVQ_BJg/s400/Sunset+from+Jones+Island+San+Juan+Islands.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_mg8VQ9GtZupNx2aeNKubJ51wmNp8ZtURE7LQzuBUyz9k9ZRJTrivhXvBo3gg-i6hVnj0SYTrsO7FA9-BfhbQH7NdtdzulAgK8UFNn1W3HD7xMdeE0hvbDFA983LuaU0pqVlmbt9tg/s1600-h/Gull+on+dock+Newcastle+Island+Nanaimo.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-55971006385160578302009-08-04T12:38:00.000-07:002009-08-04T14:37:18.780-07:00Summer Series - Mountains...Northeastern Washington firefighters know August as the RED SUN MONTH. Those of us in the fire community who live here know we live in a every old wildfire ecology. Dry pine forests, hot summer weather, frequent lightning storms have left historical burn scars upon the fuels & landscape for many thousands of years. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTQDiH8AMhRRuI09DILlafiVpgqqo-2ywZmnfjiutFefiJp7Xp33nhwdlhUbW7TZH6rSTa-nZ_-ndz7DAQjgJoYBZbPEMXRnHfR-lM8dRob8wEBs4pDr5D4fJlzS_urzAZRSSB9NmCg/s1600-h/N.+Spur+Franson+Pk.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366196996660215202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTQDiH8AMhRRuI09DILlafiVpgqqo-2ywZmnfjiutFefiJp7Xp33nhwdlhUbW7TZH6rSTa-nZ_-ndz7DAQjgJoYBZbPEMXRnHfR-lM8dRob8wEBs4pDr5D4fJlzS_urzAZRSSB9NmCg/s400/N.+Spur+Franson+Pk.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Often during August there is a major wildfire within or close to the Okanogan Highlands. It is at that time the valleys and surrounding mountains fall under a smoke haze. Especially during periods of weather inversions. The images presented here are from a recent intrusion of smoke from a very large fire near Kelona, B.C., Canada. </div><div></div><div>The first photograph, <em>'North Spur of Franson Peak, Kettle River Valley'</em> was captured from the northwestern ridge of Tonasket Mountain, above the village of Curlew, looking west up the Kettle River Valley.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4OjuSW6jJr0jwfeijwG61bIseQr5C-nafosGkmggdxfNl55YnLvJ-OH2qB39-8ykObduFWyh126ogE_jqtqvx_oAblpIMOsopuVxrvYgGRMCtFj3VFQ5R9b0xT1k_bM7ohHoNCMnPQ/s1600-h/Mountain+Meadows.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366196800494076450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4OjuSW6jJr0jwfeijwG61bIseQr5C-nafosGkmggdxfNl55YnLvJ-OH2qB39-8ykObduFWyh126ogE_jqtqvx_oAblpIMOsopuVxrvYgGRMCtFj3VFQ5R9b0xT1k_bM7ohHoNCMnPQ/s400/Mountain+Meadows.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Photo #2, 'Mountain Meadows' is a typical landscape of this area of the Okanogan Highlands on the western slope of the Kettle River Range in Ferry County.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpWuvD_KVWfcsbsQnnJKmJtFBd-falGPBsJo6ENsKDprKiExgvusD06OColdCYV5XdGmhIsulWPtsjnh7J8-ObDQ7qISASfi_4N4VJDHDvbTWhxRvZG83-QsmZ4wNTZDlNqaHLrYWqg/s1600-h/Northern+Kettle+River+Range.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366196650075180674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpWuvD_KVWfcsbsQnnJKmJtFBd-falGPBsJo6ENsKDprKiExgvusD06OColdCYV5XdGmhIsulWPtsjnh7J8-ObDQ7qISASfi_4N4VJDHDvbTWhxRvZG83-QsmZ4wNTZDlNqaHLrYWqg/s400/Northern+Kettle+River+Range.jpg" /></a> "Northern Kettle River Range' is what I call photograph #3. Taken from the summit of Klondike Mountain above Republic, WA. Looking northeast with Copper Butte as the backdrop. The Kettle River Range are a subrange of the Canadian Monashee (or Midway) Range of British Columbia.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIjeWEPfgKPlSmuYeXQML3g6vLtKz0MoLZGL9BPmdtsYRcqLKylBvTDsQZMm4WNjLIygz6TaJ7BKyKvSNMPa3ZaO29GSf89fOxLvyHG8kErL8GrsKi8AImso6y5GHmItSqRLARzHTWQ/s1600-h/Mount+Elizbeth.+Tonasket+Crk.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366196506787233410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIjeWEPfgKPlSmuYeXQML3g6vLtKz0MoLZGL9BPmdtsYRcqLKylBvTDsQZMm4WNjLIygz6TaJ7BKyKvSNMPa3ZaO29GSf89fOxLvyHG8kErL8GrsKi8AImso6y5GHmItSqRLARzHTWQ/s400/Mount+Elizbeth.+Tonasket+Crk.jpg" /></a> I'll close this series of Summer Mountains with a view of one of my favorite peaks; Mount Elizibeth seen looking southwest from the Tonasket Creek drainage, near Curlew. I find these combinations of open meadows intermixed with timber stands to be engaging landscapes both scenically and photographically. Hope you enjoyed them too.</div><div>Foster<br /></div></div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-61962742121789478322009-07-30T06:08:00.000-07:002009-07-30T06:47:11.304-07:00Summer Series 2nd Photographic Post 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEuxxPmLkyESDH5Oo1orOkDiJGwqjJVuMxhMcqWNNyVLK71tctJBpiULhT4HiC3hkXQcWWyVzADZ5AxkbrTzLZa6Yn6QKlBBEvj5ryL-UHp7WUYiP5jRlmk6l7UOVjNh6a9yJ7TtW_zQ/s1600-h/Midway+to+Catherine+Creek+noted.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364244443865573698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEuxxPmLkyESDH5Oo1orOkDiJGwqjJVuMxhMcqWNNyVLK71tctJBpiULhT4HiC3hkXQcWWyVzADZ5AxkbrTzLZa6Yn6QKlBBEvj5ryL-UHp7WUYiP5jRlmk6l7UOVjNh6a9yJ7TtW_zQ/s400/Midway+to+Catherine+Creek+noted.JPG" /></a> This newest '09 Summer Series will focus on the Kettle River Valley, located in Ferry County, Washington state, U.S.A.<br /><br />The series starts off near the Canadian village of Midway B.C. where the Kettle River enters the United States. At this point the river is nearly 100 miles from it's headwaters.<br /><br />I am using this Google Earth image to set the stage for the upcoming images. In this overview of the river valley we are looking from an elevation of 15,000 above sea level. The river valley at this point is 1,900' above sea level. I have added some landmark notations in red to orient the interested viewer. The following photographs were taken from the spot on the Google map marked X-1. Double click the image for a larger view.<br /><br />The Kettle River is unique in that it enters the USA from Canada, flows in a big bend from west to east and then turns north and enters Canada again. We will explore downstream in other posts. For now here are a couple of images to get this series started.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMWsTLb4AZBEmrK-pvPIcIWwFPX0NEjcsb8m1gwQ4I-13kApSNq73vvZx07t1T0JD-xzkt7e-_93KbMmj-Xva3JTidpXV2vE8qrM3AthftRW1kZZKns6cGdX2ECZYHnf5WqX4Uox4zQ/s1600-h/Meyers+Bend+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364244322048559282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMWsTLb4AZBEmrK-pvPIcIWwFPX0NEjcsb8m1gwQ4I-13kApSNq73vvZx07t1T0JD-xzkt7e-_93KbMmj-Xva3JTidpXV2vE8qrM3AthftRW1kZZKns6cGdX2ECZYHnf5WqX4Uox4zQ/s400/Meyers+Bend+2.jpg" /></a><br />'Meyer's Bend' the first of several big bends in the river, named after a German farmer who raised cattle in the green fields inside the bend. Henry Meyer was a farmer, rancher, miner and good, solid man as well.<br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>'Downstream from Meyer's Bend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLUhtG_U3Vw2VynuH916raazY9CAnaBnal0-r28hAK2nwChQ3N-r4okMPdQw8QiV7yWXP-v6fM-tZRhYUA1fyISIhl4_dmNu2Duw7NanM8-WQi8zHrjXuG37UagSiGwuIQ62krNG-JQ/s1600-h/Downstream+Meyers+Bend+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364244147732583474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLUhtG_U3Vw2VynuH916raazY9CAnaBnal0-r28hAK2nwChQ3N-r4okMPdQw8QiV7yWXP-v6fM-tZRhYUA1fyISIhl4_dmNu2Duw7NanM8-WQi8zHrjXuG37UagSiGwuIQ62krNG-JQ/s400/Downstream+Meyers+Bend+2.jpg" /></a>' I nearly named this one Westlake Acres as the photo looks south toward a small farm area bearing that name. I enjoy this image with the dark shade of the cool cottonwood trees in contrast to the hot summer day. The Kettle River offers many clean & delightful swimming holes.<br /></div><div>Short & sweet. That's what this introduction of to the Kettle River Valley is. I've many more images in 'the can' and hope to update this series every few days. Please check back soon...</div><div>Foster<br /><br /></div><div></div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-43891891355101685702009-07-19T21:25:00.000-07:002009-07-19T21:59:47.404-07:00Summer Series 1st Photographic PostTime passes to quickly during the temperate, north summer. Thankfully we have long twilit days, stretching until late in the evening. Here are a few images I recently captured during those twilight hours between hot summer days and short, dark nights...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEPcnnbc4xvpegzdsFHHa55CaTWlDqRptOBh84McenDQTOhiWfkIsRTma82GGJQJSDlBkuyNq-RB4JcK_0Mc-JsQukx2iUhbIvTgpXZTFFAu25_VcPjl8qr1h0TOZ3E5LOdYjc4to5w/s1600-h/Smoky+Summer+Sunrise+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360396826823323042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEPcnnbc4xvpegzdsFHHa55CaTWlDqRptOBh84McenDQTOhiWfkIsRTma82GGJQJSDlBkuyNq-RB4JcK_0Mc-JsQukx2iUhbIvTgpXZTFFAu25_VcPjl8qr1h0TOZ3E5LOdYjc4to5w/s400/Smoky+Summer+Sunrise+2.jpg" /></a><br />Above:<br />Kettle River Range on a pre-dawn summer's morning, smoked in from a Canadian wildfire. That mystical time between the dark of the short northern night and the coming of dawn. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuMqn8WVqBZVlS3r387L86rRsg_99pf-CtW6LDBlSOiZitGnCyEkpSYvbLuKFUqhuA5F4lwBhu3jfk2aApkwzc2XyXeTTqocaneMgqLLmr5OV4KjndunvHCXAql4FD3Pat_Jb1OsZLg/s1600-h/Bald+Eagle+Kettle+River+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360397966153472882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuMqn8WVqBZVlS3r387L86rRsg_99pf-CtW6LDBlSOiZitGnCyEkpSYvbLuKFUqhuA5F4lwBhu3jfk2aApkwzc2XyXeTTqocaneMgqLLmr5OV4KjndunvHCXAql4FD3Pat_Jb1OsZLg/s400/Bald+Eagle+Kettle+River+2.jpg" /></a><br />Bald eagle fishing in the late moments of the fading afternoon sun. A gravel bar on the Kettle River forms the backdrop of this majestic bird. My riverhome is fortunate to have the company of eagles all year long. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsIuuQFA7SVEJ_mm7YKDiGmPmMKifH6ITa0QB1O1E5BdgpAeCdNSBQPqi_b6vvQMW5lkmMzVPTBLDgsK-Yld_xt6HOjTl1JMzxeOUwY2ElyTlSj_Xhi11SbR9KFv4pIa-KF_EdkMV9g/s1600-h/Kettle+River+Upstream+Curlew+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360399461415102146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsIuuQFA7SVEJ_mm7YKDiGmPmMKifH6ITa0QB1O1E5BdgpAeCdNSBQPqi_b6vvQMW5lkmMzVPTBLDgsK-Yld_xt6HOjTl1JMzxeOUwY2ElyTlSj_Xhi11SbR9KFv4pIa-KF_EdkMV9g/s400/Kettle+River+Upstream+Curlew+2.jpg" /></a> <div><em>"Kettle River - Upstream Curlew" </em>is the title for this the third and last of this brief series. That beautiful, late summer twilight is descending in the wake of a hot day. The coolness of the river is inviting not only to humans but whitetail deer wade the shallows occasionally wading or swimming across the stream. Nighthawks appear in the hundreds swooping in pursuit of evening insects. Tis a fine time of day to watch the river flow by.</div><div>Hope you are enjoying your summer time...</div><div>Foster</div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-25793076793957016382009-04-11T15:14:00.002-07:002009-04-11T16:32:56.777-07:00WILDLIFE...A truth must be told before beginning this series titled Wildlife. I am not a wildlife photographer. I rarely shoot with a telephoto lens and if a good wildlife image is captured I consider it more luck than skill. The main thing is I carry a camera at all times and make the effort to use it. Of course this coincides with the premise advocated in this blog - get that camera out and enjoy it!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>That said here is my meager contribution to wildlife photography...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsz5tDv1ZKlNW8U5lEfWqko2SA3n1iHUt9TLGqdjSEKWvntqJQTx4iy3j8hFbC0UE4RPsruBwSMRXj1_hRFtjw4DXG70sFtVWz0MAU-so4DXS5JGrxhnE9eUWSSVW-qkprcOr3E4miGg/s1600-h/Bighorn+Ram+WS+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323566235979044754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsz5tDv1ZKlNW8U5lEfWqko2SA3n1iHUt9TLGqdjSEKWvntqJQTx4iy3j8hFbC0UE4RPsruBwSMRXj1_hRFtjw4DXG70sFtVWz0MAU-so4DXS5JGrxhnE9eUWSSVW-qkprcOr3E4miGg/s400/Bighorn+Ram+WS+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>This photograph, #1 is titled 'Bighorn Ram, Winter Snow' again a matter of luck that as the other males of this group ran off into the bush, this lone fella' turned to take one final look. I'm glad he did! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIkWvV8hmMZsVvZr7DyUldCd2P5MOKX6R2u_L69L3Ql5cfx69jOQaNRDMh9qAGUN1U7RDeVF9HbT_0rfchpuFbCO9Ganf_KP4Xi9nza7gD8Nyh6_1VxZtQw4zAgVzYOLE0znF2e5pHQ/s1600-h/Blue+Grouse+MD+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323567250416547682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIkWvV8hmMZsVvZr7DyUldCd2P5MOKX6R2u_L69L3Ql5cfx69jOQaNRDMh9qAGUN1U7RDeVF9HbT_0rfchpuFbCO9Ganf_KP4Xi9nza7gD8Nyh6_1VxZtQw4zAgVzYOLE0znF2e5pHQ/s400/Blue+Grouse+MD+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />'Blue Grouse Mating Dance' is photograph #2. This male in full display is courting a nearby female. This form of display is also seen when another male ventures into the territory of a suitor.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323569109938442434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwpI2xKHiKx2xsCv-OzHohcuspZj5Uizt468A1hrNz0PhxRR7rm-_dkSlhmVYD8J8Q6G21NPZZe9ApWinQOt9LC3XmahHqnwhGVU2PvDRs8lLfT7lPyJBCc27qxDD4SHva8BcWi63bQ/s400/Racoon+on+PP+2.jpg" border="0" /><br />Ranging throughout much of North America the subject of this photo, #3, titled 'Raccoon on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ponderosa</span> Pine' is a well known creature. Seen here along the banks of the Kettle River in NE Washington state. </div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdnGc7_EF0K9fte1K87l7VExI76WJyoOmjhGGiEFsKSwt8dZfriijSTs6zv62dwtJZGdVF87tb_WR8sR8DOte-0iJ0ogpfM8xXblhyphenhypheng7lMosSGDbEUIULKcp1H3S0nNWct0qimz19ig/s1600-h/Horned+Owl+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323570880120913906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdnGc7_EF0K9fte1K87l7VExI76WJyoOmjhGGiEFsKSwt8dZfriijSTs6zv62dwtJZGdVF87tb_WR8sR8DOte-0iJ0ogpfM8xXblhyphenhypheng7lMosSGDbEUIULKcp1H3S0nNWct0qimz19ig/s400/Horned+Owl+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>A rare, full daylight sighting of this Great Horned Owl, photograph image #4 was another stroke of luck. I've often crossed paths with owls in the twilight hours or after dark, generally times when getting a spontaneous photo is not really likely. In this case I was delighted to find this creature in the full, late afternoon, setting sun.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_t5DeAoEoARX3bdHdR69YLT-q6n31V3rNOKlgNFCoeIg4_oaUWwzQY-a7qOl5TMPOVgkgMqzLVEOlcVSZm1D1v4UbQn5fjDIrBUZCkGmj1ijh-iw2VCZCDvhbOq9L1-U6RxCtbtBMw/s1600-h/NW+Squirrel+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323572488395198418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_t5DeAoEoARX3bdHdR69YLT-q6n31V3rNOKlgNFCoeIg4_oaUWwzQY-a7qOl5TMPOVgkgMqzLVEOlcVSZm1D1v4UbQn5fjDIrBUZCkGmj1ijh-iw2VCZCDvhbOq9L1-U6RxCtbtBMw/s400/NW+Squirrel+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Image #5, 'Northwest Squirrel in Pines' is of a creature also referred to as a Douglas Squirrel. Another prolific creature covering much of the northwest where there are places a squirrel can travel tree to tree for hundreds of miles and never touch the ground. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYpIx4Jk6v4MsX7hYQKUgafkjVx1trLshJD2_hSxlGEMWWW15FOHxPqlt_-lzulndpuwdajiZ-8zCAbTD0N5-oJsb6ieGMvJIQOGG3AX6nO4nL5sMoImgkzf_J_XuFJQJH9IaN6z3MQ/s1600-h/Bald+Eagle+in+CS+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323573743528986802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYpIx4Jk6v4MsX7hYQKUgafkjVx1trLshJD2_hSxlGEMWWW15FOHxPqlt_-lzulndpuwdajiZ-8zCAbTD0N5-oJsb6ieGMvJIQOGG3AX6nO4nL5sMoImgkzf_J_XuFJQJH9IaN6z3MQ/s400/Bald+Eagle+in+CS+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Photograph #6, 'Bald Eagle in Cottonwood Snag' is an image rendered through the digital darkroom process and finished in a manner representing more a wildlife painting than photography. I am fortunate to live in a place where the eagles gather in late winter & early spring to feed & mate. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPru5vERM0Yz-lh-RbJtX0nPG6fpSNU9Hhrudt8THwb93wpoC2V2LgGUmqCQlObJMB3aM_bG7xdTJxsw6tKNUvPInMlkNNfTi6_saGsko04IiP4ivtdTa9XyWvKtWWA63mf3r7ZknNQ/s1600-h/Nocturnal+Flying+Squirrel+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323575199187880802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPru5vERM0Yz-lh-RbJtX0nPG6fpSNU9Hhrudt8THwb93wpoC2V2LgGUmqCQlObJMB3aM_bG7xdTJxsw6tKNUvPInMlkNNfTi6_saGsko04IiP4ivtdTa9XyWvKtWWA63mf3r7ZknNQ/s400/Nocturnal+Flying+Squirrel+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Photograph #7, 'Nocturnal Flying Squirrel' is another visitor to the pine forest banks of the Kettle River. These are an unusual little creature, which I've been fortunate enough to see in 'flight'. Flight in this case actually being leaps from sometimes over a hundred feet above the ground and a very rapid controlled glide onto the base of another tree. In this manner these nocturnal squirrels can cover distance very fast. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRC8t2l6N4uNLwffKiWATA-X7jXOQQ5nhC6hEePN2vb-fOX7dc1yqV2KSQaJO1b_kdccnVQ4VGzfpqTYtsqaSg1icEe8kVRfTr9xrgrCCqtB-7viN6vixnE9t30f-6sr2Ne9FbY2RZaA/s1600-h/Sand+Piper%27s+Nest+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323576965315552018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRC8t2l6N4uNLwffKiWATA-X7jXOQQ5nhC6hEePN2vb-fOX7dc1yqV2KSQaJO1b_kdccnVQ4VGzfpqTYtsqaSg1icEe8kVRfTr9xrgrCCqtB-7viN6vixnE9t30f-6sr2Ne9FbY2RZaA/s400/Sand+Piper%27s+Nest+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Photograph #9 is titled 'Sand Piper's Nest. When I walked near these young fledglings they mistook my rustlings for the return of a parent. They peeped for a moment and then opened their mouths as wide as possible for the anticipated treat, providing a great photographic moment.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3TsBaK6ZS-mfPjIEWhZhHOHKy0Cl-I9tOPwSrSezRQ0HNPrO1Y1aYvLUqPBYUjRNAwq28s9YJ5i9xu_PZ6DlC0oza8X_BvTlH7Xp9-oQY5tZ489z6QDjI85j_DCvm3l7nTH9lmWuRw/s1600-h/yellowheaded+Blackbird+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323578043629875122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3TsBaK6ZS-mfPjIEWhZhHOHKy0Cl-I9tOPwSrSezRQ0HNPrO1Y1aYvLUqPBYUjRNAwq28s9YJ5i9xu_PZ6DlC0oza8X_BvTlH7Xp9-oQY5tZ489z6QDjI85j_DCvm3l7nTH9lmWuRw/s400/yellowheaded+Blackbird+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /><p>First off I was captivated by the song of this '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Yellowheaded</span> Blackbird' in image #10. Then it posed for this photograph. I couldn't ask for more...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXk-VwHorXcANlqhKM0mVdiTy1NnWQQN6DOYOFWaLzGO2s8pJ6PH_DVF8BpQe3nfJMhKKMIkBTlmQ2oavAs0z_3NcD580JkeziXKJ03lGpdh0dyFmuIWC-3u6u5ILEq6URIWdIsNXaQ/s1600-h/Tiger+Swallowtail+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579055065939250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXk-VwHorXcANlqhKM0mVdiTy1NnWQQN6DOYOFWaLzGO2s8pJ6PH_DVF8BpQe3nfJMhKKMIkBTlmQ2oavAs0z_3NcD580JkeziXKJ03lGpdh0dyFmuIWC-3u6u5ILEq6URIWdIsNXaQ/s400/Tiger+Swallowtail+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p></div><div>Photograph #11, 'Tiger Swallowtail' was another unexpected treat. I had visited a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">friend's</span> garden with the idea of photographing flowers when all of a sudden another subject appeared.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZlCIbVppZaMIE3_bmfFUphrHA10XEXGLVmV99IsGM0WV1XcP6ChIFtLZQkPXSMRjGVFDEDx6170E1AXghvlW9PDpTzfJvzFJHJKRZWTQphzh0tM-MXEFwVIpt3CILRvZXwhP28V2kKw/s1600-h/Nightwings+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579912293896994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZlCIbVppZaMIE3_bmfFUphrHA10XEXGLVmV99IsGM0WV1XcP6ChIFtLZQkPXSMRjGVFDEDx6170E1AXghvlW9PDpTzfJvzFJHJKRZWTQphzh0tM-MXEFwVIpt3CILRvZXwhP28V2kKw/s400/Nightwings+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>I'll close out this series of wildlife photography with one of my favorite images titled 'Nightwings'. </div><br /><p>Hope you've enjoyed this show...</p>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-40472453290782518942009-03-29T17:09:00.001-07:002009-03-29T20:04:33.082-07:00COASTAL & SHORELINES...Experimenting with a new look to the pictures posted on FIREWATER IMAGES. The photos will most definitely view better slightly enlarged, which you can do by double left clicking on the photographs themselves.<br /><br />We'll start this series of Coastal & Shoreline off with one of my favorites...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOpkwxHUKlFMcgtu_RDkwCY_QX5nWx1ESz1U_my1nU5lzAKAXM_MfMF4bB7Wub6sZacMpJuTp-2wic7VrnJlbvxbf-ukC7D3wdlp2D7Fhrjy8Q6PMn_JVd76EQBK1UWdW2zHNZj5p3g/s1600-h/Roper+Cove+Mists+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318770603231550434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOpkwxHUKlFMcgtu_RDkwCY_QX5nWx1ESz1U_my1nU5lzAKAXM_MfMF4bB7Wub6sZacMpJuTp-2wic7VrnJlbvxbf-ukC7D3wdlp2D7Fhrjy8Q6PMn_JVd76EQBK1UWdW2zHNZj5p3g/s400/Roper+Cove+Mists+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This image above, #1 of this series, is titled 'Roper Cove Mists'. Taken early one October morning from the foredeck of the sailing vessel Aquila while at anchor in Roper Creek Cove, Lake Roosevelt, WA. An over night had just passes and the eastern sky held promise of a clearing day.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVO29TJ_4Sysiu9-e3QBzbqKDdcFzP18jt6c6T3If-uEzMV29Up-KjujANVgpl9wd1nRXwn3U-afRVqkGYJ7r4fc4nwPFCM1NbhBkc5112pofGG4ylM0sYkxezoYgDp25xJ2R52rqOAQ/s1600-h/San+Poil+LR+rnd+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318770774702524898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVO29TJ_4Sysiu9-e3QBzbqKDdcFzP18jt6c6T3If-uEzMV29Up-KjujANVgpl9wd1nRXwn3U-afRVqkGYJ7r4fc4nwPFCM1NbhBkc5112pofGG4ylM0sYkxezoYgDp25xJ2R52rqOAQ/s400/San+Poil+LR+rnd+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Staying on Lake Roosevelt, that 130 mile long body of water behind the Grand Coulee Dam, this rendered image, #2, is 'San <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Poil</span></span></span> Arm, Lake Roosevelt'. Rendered in a manner representing a water color painting this landscape is located where the Keller Ferry crosses southern Lake Roosevelt, allowing state highway 21 to span this expanse of water. The San <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Poil</span></span></span> river enters the lake from the north (top) of this image. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApKgcxdEp0L1Cf64hmzfiFEyQvrde7XicOmUsWOL3at_HhhKceg-gu6cbS-O4lMawYSH_iZx6hxBPAQG7_dTICYwRxGTTOsWA2WrIB3zgcDZ8rMtasZFG1RWDd0xn9L42bFmm7e6dOg/s1600-h/Kettle+Falls+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318771754823184578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApKgcxdEp0L1Cf64hmzfiFEyQvrde7XicOmUsWOL3at_HhhKceg-gu6cbS-O4lMawYSH_iZx6hxBPAQG7_dTICYwRxGTTOsWA2WrIB3zgcDZ8rMtasZFG1RWDd0xn9L42bFmm7e6dOg/s400/Kettle+Falls+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Remaining on Lake Roosevelt a little longer, these next two rendered photographs (image #3 above & #4 below) have historic significance in that while it is common to see Hayes Island during seasonal draw-downs of the lake, it is very uncommon to see the top of Kettle Falls, a magnificent waterfalls spanning the upper Columbia River before the completion of the Grand Coulee Dam. There is still controversy between <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Colville</span></span></span> & Spokane Tribes, the Bureau of Reclamation, National Park Service, the local communities, Washington State Fisheries and sportsman groups regarding the management of the lake. None of which will I delve into here.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RbKFiwBEkgB-SucUWpZjbPwPlPaIQyzGwKRXLmuoiXF2tSHHM9rZxdWLyClhRI9yEC_RfRkIvTBXyFfEq1daaKbFQTZC_1NkavpxyUN6Umz541JrmoDVF2CRBy5W50JRwtj1TVDE0g/s1600-h/Tipis,+Hayes+Island+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318773719235859282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RbKFiwBEkgB-SucUWpZjbPwPlPaIQyzGwKRXLmuoiXF2tSHHM9rZxdWLyClhRI9yEC_RfRkIvTBXyFfEq1daaKbFQTZC_1NkavpxyUN6Umz541JrmoDVF2CRBy5W50JRwtj1TVDE0g/s400/Tipis,+Hayes+Island+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>As a final shoreline view of Lake Roosevelt I'll give you image #5, below, 'Passing Twilight Thunderstorm'.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CHXcirpRmckMVj9jTHQqpRGUzuuBwzT_j_F5f6UCgWWGRV58ubW6cmto25MRsE-txZomAGGLtTC5LJzDGwycfdSlq8EEn9aY9a6KqBrMrEKNUsRZDTDf0uzU-FrlClfcReLKjx0YbQ/s1600-h/Passing+Twilight+Thunderstorm+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318774622344972450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CHXcirpRmckMVj9jTHQqpRGUzuuBwzT_j_F5f6UCgWWGRV58ubW6cmto25MRsE-txZomAGGLtTC5LJzDGwycfdSlq8EEn9aY9a6KqBrMrEKNUsRZDTDf0uzU-FrlClfcReLKjx0YbQ/s400/Passing+Twilight+Thunderstorm+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p></div></div></div></div></div>Moving right out onto the 'big pond' (a cruising sailor's term for the Pacific Ocean) rendered image #6, below, is titled 'Mother, Mother Ocean'. All you Jimmy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Buffett</span></span></span> fans will know the tune.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQfdUGi9LHqoLTSdyvSM12K5tbgSmqfUxfZnPA21UXWHSd1MG51i_zI_CeaJBJoPxg22EEBMCpAcgzm7619VXx5Ekenje7wfUudGq-7aHdrXPaxuSwj85tAKij24Ex9NowdpYfSA_DQ/s1600-h/Mother+Mother+Ocean+frm+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318775736887925778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQfdUGi9LHqoLTSdyvSM12K5tbgSmqfUxfZnPA21UXWHSd1MG51i_zI_CeaJBJoPxg22EEBMCpAcgzm7619VXx5Ekenje7wfUudGq-7aHdrXPaxuSwj85tAKij24Ex9NowdpYfSA_DQ/s400/Mother+Mother+Ocean+frm+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And speaking of sailors, I threw in this one called 'Departing Smuggler's Cove' as image #7 below.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0qu8OBRL7LQZlodDH1LcaHuAAeE4Y3uAtpG73x8cGsmRDzYAB3Oz9qDyGYPru696e8S2wbuU-B_gAcrbcUvD7yylNz4ZfW6Hu5q22vfcYw1rTgsYoDsNLmFDA5XiH0cm2KyYuQGkDQ/s1600-h/Departing+Smugglers+Cove+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801418450597458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0qu8OBRL7LQZlodDH1LcaHuAAeE4Y3uAtpG73x8cGsmRDzYAB3Oz9qDyGYPru696e8S2wbuU-B_gAcrbcUvD7yylNz4ZfW6Hu5q22vfcYw1rTgsYoDsNLmFDA5XiH0cm2KyYuQGkDQ/s400/Departing+Smugglers+Cove+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br />For image #8, below; I chosen 'Mount Baker, Rosario Strait' photograph taken from the eastern slope of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Orcas</span></span></span> Island in the San Juan Island group, Pacific NW. In this rendition I enjoy the soft pastels and rich, dark textures of the final image.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-aYgW43IlxFH54pGeIwBO2_BmYhB2LxFSRcnF4zufn4A-CcpDZQQf8mqJzo2NS9Aksl_0uUrxlaNLbzI6phY4no1ZgCcLwM1QOmmLT7GpnPBlAWPzAK028lyDBf9F6r1MmtZ-_hd_Ag/s1600-h/Mount+Baker+Rosario+Strait+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318802636906312754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-aYgW43IlxFH54pGeIwBO2_BmYhB2LxFSRcnF4zufn4A-CcpDZQQf8mqJzo2NS9Aksl_0uUrxlaNLbzI6phY4no1ZgCcLwM1QOmmLT7GpnPBlAWPzAK028lyDBf9F6r1MmtZ-_hd_Ag/s400/Mount+Baker+Rosario+Strait+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Sunrise breaking through a dense, multi-layer cloud cover in Desolation Sound, B.C. creates the stage of light for the passage of this fishing boat in photograph #9 entitled '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kinghorn</span></span></span> Island, Desolation Sound'.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVCMqNBmCk77LefuAftdR3AGA8z_0kBJL9fV7Z86OJuDbNmdmfB-l0Dl4-I7g8wGGVxARd3n-eaz8XaIS5WRs3dim9gPk7iu0NhwbL8TFyVobzZ-L6GQma3Wg8gHtd-pj9fDWxtuNImg/s1600-h/Kinghorn+Island+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318804545772909650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVCMqNBmCk77LefuAftdR3AGA8z_0kBJL9fV7Z86OJuDbNmdmfB-l0Dl4-I7g8wGGVxARd3n-eaz8XaIS5WRs3dim9gPk7iu0NhwbL8TFyVobzZ-L6GQma3Wg8gHtd-pj9fDWxtuNImg/s400/Kinghorn+Island+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The image of 'Moonlight Sail' represents that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">juncture</span> of photograph and digital darkroom. It is a highly rendered image but finally after many tried and much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">contemplation</span> I truly enjoy the final product. As in any form of art some things flow quickly and easily, some things take much longer and somethings, try as we might are never meant to be. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZE_zouovZaQmH7LwrQ2xgV5WFdzY81C8PnLWoC0LDo069F2RSaxh9TKbzfK9PuwXS2ESLqOA6ftTNCnHPo6S5Sx30_ICfNYDBHhQMtL82VLi88LoL2Q-FbL-BpzsDaNpKS0g7PxMqDQ/s1600-h/Moonlight+Sail+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318807419347357378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZE_zouovZaQmH7LwrQ2xgV5WFdzY81C8PnLWoC0LDo069F2RSaxh9TKbzfK9PuwXS2ESLqOA6ftTNCnHPo6S5Sx30_ICfNYDBHhQMtL82VLi88LoL2Q-FbL-BpzsDaNpKS0g7PxMqDQ/s400/Moonlight+Sail+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Leaving the coastal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">waterscapes</span></span> behind for the end of this posting in the final image, #11 below; we change locations to a small inland pond, Cochran Lake, where the trout fishing is good and the neighborhood usually quiet. There's a certain magic in the air of this piece of photo-art. I hope you agree...</div><div>Foster</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpVSxbDN3PjUL1hnbTIzoyYNUUKKlzeC7gh5j0K36M-kyWs1s-2avNCNaQR_ytRUYXUPdtFeWrAufn4Xk4_XubN7nmf6PLIfOKEE6Tt6cMSiCWHJrBCUjgt-NiDfkZXZFEWe5qBCbtQ/s1600-h/Lake+Cochran+docks+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318808692060842674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpVSxbDN3PjUL1hnbTIzoyYNUUKKlzeC7gh5j0K36M-kyWs1s-2avNCNaQR_ytRUYXUPdtFeWrAufn4Xk4_XubN7nmf6PLIfOKEE6Tt6cMSiCWHJrBCUjgt-NiDfkZXZFEWe5qBCbtQ/s400/Lake+Cochran+docks+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>P.S. Speaking of moonlight sailing; here's a link to a profile I keep on Cruising World's Community Site. The link will take you to a video <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">vignette</span> of sailing in the moonlight which won Cruising Worlds Autumn 2008 video contest.</div><div><a href="http://forums.cruisingworld.com/videos/viewVideo.php?video_id=280&title=AQUILA__Rising_of_the_Moon">http://forums.cruisingworld.com/videos/viewVideo.php?video_id=280&title=AQUILA__Rising_of_the_Moon</a>___</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulXxmZf5DxOzjG5MejCvB0Nx7h0gM2QYtRMITqKJAHX_DeAdF51ylcHs91p9FS6F2Au6_SM6nSYBluiU8_dORjQDaCwEAcT-4By-VjYXuN5zB8h1FrqXtJKVoxxRAu64k2JR5Euz5zw/s1600-h/Kinghorn+Island+2.jpg"></a></div></div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-58515744105350068972009-03-25T17:55:00.000-07:002009-03-25T22:05:16.573-07:00Nautical Art - part 1I am a sailor. Having been born on the biggest island of the U.S. eastern seaboard seems to have deposited a certain amount of 'salt' in my blood. While I have lived in the dry areas of Texas, Colorado, & Arizona there was always an underlying call to the water. To quote a favorite character, <em>"There is nothing, absolutely nothing half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats."</em> And that is the point of focus with the visual journey forthcoming - a passion for all things nautical. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKeHRs39VTeXfZ2N7Bo2XUWPaYRenq5m3FKYtumfsc-8Laj3KC5ttUE7565u7w2VK0KKDfHyHK2XZ6AJ6kitG6ti8aUwN2menZ8HycHGpWcGxMfHnhHuigWgrgeimoYdUTU3vmUSEzbQ/s1600-h/adventuress+DG+s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317307378812143426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKeHRs39VTeXfZ2N7Bo2XUWPaYRenq5m3FKYtumfsc-8Laj3KC5ttUE7565u7w2VK0KKDfHyHK2XZ6AJ6kitG6ti8aUwN2menZ8HycHGpWcGxMfHnhHuigWgrgeimoYdUTU3vmUSEzbQ/s400/adventuress+DG+s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"The Adventuress" above, is image #1 in this series. It was nothing short of delightful to cross paths with the 136 foot, gaff rigged, schooner Adventuress as she ghosted across <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Haro</span> Straits between the western shores of Canada & the U.S.A. Built in 1913, and recently restored, she is listed as a National Historic Landmark (see link below). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv60Qk1kolWXB2gNU2zG0mgHyJ0xqypC-QuDRwraXhEQayIX_y3Chks68swqn1nIQqHno0J_RPifbgOace99a-E-lEBaP4K-XBRmbT46fQ2834uXybfLjk6JDXal130vVj4WlRzfhrdA/s1600-h/fishing+boat+DB+s2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317312230736881394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv60Qk1kolWXB2gNU2zG0mgHyJ0xqypC-QuDRwraXhEQayIX_y3Chks68swqn1nIQqHno0J_RPifbgOace99a-E-lEBaP4K-XBRmbT46fQ2834uXybfLjk6JDXal130vVj4WlRzfhrdA/s400/fishing+boat+DB+s2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The photograph above; "Trawler", image #2, has been in my collection many years. Taken in 1999, on a foggy day, during a late September cruise through British Columbia's Desolation Sound, it has ghosted back & forth through both my basement darkroom and my digital darkroom. I was never satisfied with the results, until recently that is. This, the final edition of the rendering process of this photo, has finally captured the image my eye 'saw' on the misty day of the photograph. This may be the longest period of time I have had an image on the drafting table. And in the end - I really enjoy the results. See link below for Desolation Sound. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMT2DGi0_56uFLr8JAmSTMWdQPAylMgab4FzWw-0QdzUxQ49TcKRQ71VSuwG1Cd8FpFqIvJWWe4R9syZ_dO3eT85AFImiovF-kV2SCmoiMK_7gjjKqMf1k7-C24Oasa9XMj5zjcyv1A/s1600-h/Pilothouse+s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317316295702024770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMT2DGi0_56uFLr8JAmSTMWdQPAylMgab4FzWw-0QdzUxQ49TcKRQ71VSuwG1Cd8FpFqIvJWWe4R9syZ_dO3eT85AFImiovF-kV2SCmoiMK_7gjjKqMf1k7-C24Oasa9XMj5zjcyv1A/s400/Pilothouse+s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Image #3 entitled "Pilothouse" is a photographed created in 2001. Anchored in a cove off the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">norwest</span> shore of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Matia</span> Island in the Pacific NW San Juan Islands this home-built, wooden classic caught my eye as the afternoon summer sun settled over <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sucia</span> Island (in the background). It's one of those shots I wish I knew who the owner is so I could give him or her a copy. See link below for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Matia</span> Island State Park.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWO6dnmaiTIgT_XlY4KJuRa2dn5zWRHphMig5eBCKEFpQz76hh-vK4U9mhDe_LxlPXH8KeGqkJhUP6NlfiNOamMVejbtVenUH_6kJuXWDwL54amFixodFbdWwNi9B6D76n_Lw5eekLw/s1600-h/Beach+time+s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317319744966072114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWO6dnmaiTIgT_XlY4KJuRa2dn5zWRHphMig5eBCKEFpQz76hh-vK4U9mhDe_LxlPXH8KeGqkJhUP6NlfiNOamMVejbtVenUH_6kJuXWDwL54amFixodFbdWwNi9B6D76n_Lw5eekLw/s400/Beach+time+s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There are times when the world is yours...<br />When a single breath fills your existence. A time when the whisper of wavelets curling on a clean, gravel shoal is your sound track. I love those moments and so does the subject on this beach on the west side of Clark Island in the San Juan Island group. Photo #4, above, is titled "Beach Time". <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UK3gEKrqiDrV2Wrw4E1deq1tTv8XhDpqR0sP-AfezdvlAvz46mPIrblnYZWz_wcwQ6sM4xyK31MIavJ5b6k3rXoYKMs8wpBN9IKfPQy1u2uY_A72evPCf6V0ARE0ago5GtcnudG5og/s1600-h/Grace+s1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317321863062642114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UK3gEKrqiDrV2Wrw4E1deq1tTv8XhDpqR0sP-AfezdvlAvz46mPIrblnYZWz_wcwQ6sM4xyK31MIavJ5b6k3rXoYKMs8wpBN9IKfPQy1u2uY_A72evPCf6V0ARE0ago5GtcnudG5og/s400/Grace+s1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Photograph #5 is titled after the name of the sailing vessel, "Grace". Owned and piloted by my dear friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Marjean</span>, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">SV</span> Grace is a 1965 Islander seen here <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">motorsailing</span> her way across the Strait of Georgia north of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Nanamio</span> B.C. I recall that when this photo came out of the can I danced around delighted in how that magical light had been captured on film. Now having undergone scanning and a very light rendering there is an even greater feel of the mysteries of crossing a large body of water on a small boat.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqBLKZuSnHiIxQ9l1dB8Bg-iLlrjaBWc3KXxXkyLVqwifC1xyaOiWNh6v03lXGt7dqv4o_HAw0P0A5A5Prdx0z16nzPMYSIepb959dej93mB8VgZRnMKPdIm_nAgTCAQTCUvXvgr1SQ/s1600-h/Into+the+mists+S.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332204395005346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqBLKZuSnHiIxQ9l1dB8Bg-iLlrjaBWc3KXxXkyLVqwifC1xyaOiWNh6v03lXGt7dqv4o_HAw0P0A5A5Prdx0z16nzPMYSIepb959dej93mB8VgZRnMKPdIm_nAgTCAQTCUvXvgr1SQ/s400/Into+the+mists+S.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Into the Mists" above, rendered photograph #6 is another of those rare shots that happen if you are in the right place at the right time and ready to engage a camera. This vessel was crossing my path as I solo sailed across the sometimes notorious Strait of Juan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Fuca</span>. As we came close to crossing the skipper of this boat turned parallel to my course and soon vanished into the mists. With nearly 20 miles of open water in front of us not to mention a busy shipping traffic lane, I wondered if he was lost, or disoriented. Not once did I hear a fog horn from this vessel.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyTaoH757UHisJbkWuHM9P0zwYB6Bm2CWMuSUhl1Gif9uXcGXiftFnacXdn3NB1hV-HOoSdQrRxf1ldS14PeXxSNYaH3wodr7Kg04BcLF6NePRxF288ZU1L3eQIm28-JNIYEOZeJKsA/s1600-h/Clark+Island+s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317351158426480514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyTaoH757UHisJbkWuHM9P0zwYB6Bm2CWMuSUhl1Gif9uXcGXiftFnacXdn3NB1hV-HOoSdQrRxf1ldS14PeXxSNYaH3wodr7Kg04BcLF6NePRxF288ZU1L3eQIm28-JNIYEOZeJKsA/s400/Clark+Island+s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A visual break from the vessels, this landscape, above, on the southern point of Clark Island with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Lummi</span> Island in looming dark in the background and Mount Baker and the Cascade Range in the left quarter of the photo. Represents a classic San Juan Island view. It is #7 of this series.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5uScvWAk7p2O9rrc6MWyyOY6lBh9bTXY37eeFKU7xxmTfd_Nhyf-K8ahGn3MXGeHzGng5GF8D8D7tPRq4AQEzJXQnhos-lcNsuc-AwCWlfPrnayDlLRmh3NLvvrZT9uBxevWFqNIjw/s1600-h/Gull+in+flight+DB2+s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317354076024574306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5uScvWAk7p2O9rrc6MWyyOY6lBh9bTXY37eeFKU7xxmTfd_Nhyf-K8ahGn3MXGeHzGng5GF8D8D7tPRq4AQEzJXQnhos-lcNsuc-AwCWlfPrnayDlLRmh3NLvvrZT9uBxevWFqNIjw/s400/Gull+in+flight+DB2+s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'll close this series with a piece entitled "Gull in Flight". A photograph taken from the deck of a good friend's custom pilothouse <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">motorsailor</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Chak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Chak</span>. On an early spring cruise several years ago.<br /><br />So ends the first series of Nautical Art on the Firewater Images site. Hope you enjoyed the show and will check in later for more.<br />Foster<br /><br />The sailing vessel Adventuress:<br /><a href="http://www.soundexp.org/index.php?page=history">http://www.soundexp.org/index.php?page=history</a><br /><br />Desolation Sound B.C. Canada:<br /><a href="http://www.google.com/archivesearch?sourceid=navclient&rlz=1T4ADBF_enUS245US245&q=desolation+sound&um=1&ie=UTF-8&scoring=t&ei=G-bKScO5IYKOsQPq9NmgCg&sa=X&oi=timeline_result&resnum=10&ct=title">http://www.google.com/archivesearch?sourceid=navclient&<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">rlz</span>=1T4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">ADBF</span>_<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">enUS</span>245US245&q=desolation+sound&um=1&<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">ie</span>=<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">UTF</span>-8&scoring=t&<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">ei</span>=G-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">bKScO</span>5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">IYKOsQPq</span>9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">NmgCg</span>&<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">sa</span>=X&oi=timeline_result&<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">resnum</span>=10&ct=title</a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Matia</span> Island State Park:<br /><a href="http://www.stateparks.com/matia_island.html">http://www.stateparks.com/matia_island.html</a><br /><br />Clark Island State Park:<br /><a href="http://www.stateparks.com/clark_island.html">http://www.stateparks.com/clark_island.html</a><br /><br />Strait of Georgia:<br /><a href="http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/230264/Strait-of-Georgia">http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/230264/Strait-of-Georgia</a>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-82547503800843138322009-03-19T20:43:00.000-07:002009-03-19T21:26:13.339-07:00DEPARTING LOOK AT WINTER (in progress)In this series the focus will be images of winter, and most pictorially, the departing of winter from the northern climes. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTP_sQgjljyjQWcbqeALAIlOv7b0z3WAWt979DfHGlEjjd9YJS4UdRbA44eyepACRrrOkt4W6wJRHMum2w2v0j0VsEw-S7qtaNxLNi4ba2QtR4BbOio_9KacWWKM8E2YsSaJE5QVfAPg/s1600-h/Icey+Reflections+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315111975053413554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTP_sQgjljyjQWcbqeALAIlOv7b0z3WAWt979DfHGlEjjd9YJS4UdRbA44eyepACRrrOkt4W6wJRHMum2w2v0j0VsEw-S7qtaNxLNi4ba2QtR4BbOio_9KacWWKM8E2YsSaJE5QVfAPg/s400/Icey+Reflections+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>In the image #1; entitled "Icy Reflections" we see the remnants of winter's ice vanishing off the surface of the river as the promise of spring comes to the neighboring cottonwoods.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRs2pwjvTmOdDB63ZKZ3RDdKo3cNTE9l-PDkZQtHA7v07BIucbKTOa5pmuT_x6X5GHsjilw5bDg0DiN5nr7tQ9pEvsgsIygY6ZD9IU4ySU0kzrloTGVO6Ic7nFh_e8miVzSH3ck5Ebw/s1600-h/Cliffs+of+Winter+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315112811290167842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRs2pwjvTmOdDB63ZKZ3RDdKo3cNTE9l-PDkZQtHA7v07BIucbKTOa5pmuT_x6X5GHsjilw5bDg0DiN5nr7tQ9pEvsgsIygY6ZD9IU4ySU0kzrloTGVO6Ic7nFh_e8miVzSH3ck5Ebw/s400/Cliffs+of+Winter+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Photo #2; "Cliffs of Winter" gives a glimpse at the last vestige of snow & ice laden, north facing, cliff face. The orange is lichen & the green a dormant moss awaiting a springs warmth.<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315113771035246722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNYeR_AZQsgsmeScEbLvAoaKQlt3WDfGPnSOrEHn_waxuYlXpXpMtAKl4dClEEf2m43OSMGPv8kp6B5ucNe0ENbJMfgngs6aglPBDrpxg_vgeoTVuzIPAwsP4DLHn-M-wNAJm_qfqLQ/s400/w+Dream+tracks.jpg" border="0" />"Fresh Powder", a skiers delight is the title of image #3. In the northern spring one can still find good skiing deep in the mountains. There's little other experiences in this world to compare with leaving 1st tracks in untouched powder snow.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmmt6pR5DjvEg1o8dvi64c7_sLWObmqouqfTqIe_PyU-Gqx8iFaVl15Y2RXDaffC4AbekNZmpP-NOsp45IHCz280eRcmXw3CzR9pc7YMNvrknvWXoUPCHjp5C6tPjGZeNg4H5kQZ0DQ/s1600-h/w+Dance+of+the+Snow+People.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315115008430297906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmmt6pR5DjvEg1o8dvi64c7_sLWObmqouqfTqIe_PyU-Gqx8iFaVl15Y2RXDaffC4AbekNZmpP-NOsp45IHCz280eRcmXw3CzR9pc7YMNvrknvWXoUPCHjp5C6tPjGZeNg4H5kQZ0DQ/s400/w+Dance+of+the+Snow+People.jpg" border="0" /></a>And speaking of the high country, this photograph, #4 is "Dance of the Snow People". Captured it while skiing 'off piste' at Big White in B.C. Canada.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62VZTPru131f_SXpoGFGmjE0cI_vlb6ZCKu3NvbkOf4eeoG826LkWHILLQNY2sWE28TACELHOC2rVr0ysXbnPkINHj2ipfe1K3OHKQZxjzF0MuN8pLThLJd-7yimnxOBpHNpkvlF8vQ/s1600-h/w+Snoeshoes+.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315116129857979122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62VZTPru131f_SXpoGFGmjE0cI_vlb6ZCKu3NvbkOf4eeoG826LkWHILLQNY2sWE28TACELHOC2rVr0ysXbnPkINHj2ipfe1K3OHKQZxjzF0MuN8pLThLJd-7yimnxOBpHNpkvlF8vQ/s400/w+Snoeshoes+.JPG" border="0" /></a>Image #5 "Snowshoes", just before break-up, when the ice is quite thick over the slow, shallows of the river, a sunny afternoon of snowshoeing is very enjoyable.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsRrrm26EPrj6t6izbCFV_cy7Kx1Zuu5UpKghYPI0eyVviW99bJ-tqGPYVpddnvuqwwelBIC0-m6GN9WXjo0he_aQT4XRuHqW9sS0aHqIO4tDyy9Y3bpXbORcA_Vzo5_jFrN1X0No0A/s1600-h/Horses+Running+in+Snow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315117381972110098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsRrrm26EPrj6t6izbCFV_cy7Kx1Zuu5UpKghYPI0eyVviW99bJ-tqGPYVpddnvuqwwelBIC0-m6GN9WXjo0he_aQT4XRuHqW9sS0aHqIO4tDyy9Y3bpXbORcA_Vzo5_jFrN1X0No0A/s400/Horses+Running+in+Snow.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><div><br />These "Horses Running in Snow", photograph #6, can anxiously smell the transitions of the seasons. Soon the meadows will sprout fresh & green...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315118454136281506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7riFmne8uK65XUxqQs4I9-IrXZP9yxosQcb2_CdvliqJt5alAzYBqtL2ZcYRLefXbwAPfnPd72GCl5nx4iEzRwW9KHZC1S9zwcmpq6upTVHuxbpE9pB1M9aYcBer_nl6Z-E0lz7KOgQ/s400/Snow+Leaving+the+Highlands+2.jpg" border="0" />I'll close with this rendered photograph, #7 titled "Snow Leaving the Highlands". The starkness of this image with snow melt on the southern exposures, while still deep & wet to the north of the ridges, enhanced by the rendering lend strength to this image that I really enjoy. I hope you do to...</div><div>Foster</div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-42544827576229099012009-03-14T14:32:00.000-07:002009-03-14T15:43:38.895-07:00LANDSCAPES...Life & death both share in shaping the way we see & live in the world. Here's a short story before I post the artwork series associated with <em>LANDSCAPES...</em><br /><br />Born in Rockaway New York in 1951, it was the death of my father, just a few months later, which was a formative moment in my life. Fate dealt me the lifestyle of a 1950's gypsy - Americana style. Mother from New England, step-father from Texas created a pattern where we traipsed across much of the United States fairly often. A move to California seeking left-overs of a long vanished gold-bust added to the miles. By the time the winds of fate blew this young man into the Pacific Northwest I had traveled coast to coast over 1/2 a dozen times always riding in the back of classic old cars and once a canvas covered-wagon style pick-up truck. Attended eleven different schools through 12 different grades - a lesson in adaptive development. How does that pertain to this art topic? Gazing hour after hour as the various highways rolled at by 50mph & unknown towns disappeared in our wake, I developed a visual love affair with the landscape of the United States. Here are just a few photographs depicting part of that sentiment...<br />Foster Fanning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyB3AZS-yoRuaxBmThHbWNBjwRw_VTZu3CCHjSiVqgZ4A6TfjSLaFIL_L6t85KFmx650gUtFbbIN7g0jNG1CDnonrAqkO2fzFp_W5sR-NWJauATmb2RYYSswN9C7sA37mD5vM-UIhoA/s1600-h/AutumnRoad+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313165914601031458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyB3AZS-yoRuaxBmThHbWNBjwRw_VTZu3CCHjSiVqgZ4A6TfjSLaFIL_L6t85KFmx650gUtFbbIN7g0jNG1CDnonrAqkO2fzFp_W5sR-NWJauATmb2RYYSswN9C7sA37mD5vM-UIhoA/s400/AutumnRoad+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div>"The Road Goes Ever On" image #1, of course a tribute to J.R.R. Tolkien. This photographic offers an invitation to step out from the shadow and walk in the light of a sun filled moment. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtCcKRyvNhkGz6aPXsFVp-H_tcyAvF-hLSmDFioniRiQrLCOlGEu4M0yVJ8cGLRLqAZVhjkvcpWKR3Rj61oPA5Mer9U0QZOIm8tLv_fmI_XCbDXg483-BOzPlaWP5YGoyXKFAaDss-7g/s1600-h/Bodi.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313167217852726466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtCcKRyvNhkGz6aPXsFVp-H_tcyAvF-hLSmDFioniRiQrLCOlGEu4M0yVJ8cGLRLqAZVhjkvcpWKR3Rj61oPA5Mer9U0QZOIm8tLv_fmI_XCbDXg483-BOzPlaWP5YGoyXKFAaDss-7g/s400/Bodi.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Photo #2 "Bodie Meadows", above, in the heart of the Okanogan Highlands with Mount Bonaparte forming the blue backdrop. Springtime in the mountains, when the flowers bloom & gentle breeze blows...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFyBZkwKs67bcqLgoFdqQ_hqDZX_Ts6aaxyqtHeK6mEylg0eqylJ2LFb1C5sNaz6KLpR8-JyszjFcRMwOMj_lUtjTuaJ4b5R6-nHp_TdNU755aeA4JWyx64JwC6xQ8IkW2q9BAIRsUw/s1600-h/Kettle+River+Mists+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313168443996569858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFyBZkwKs67bcqLgoFdqQ_hqDZX_Ts6aaxyqtHeK6mEylg0eqylJ2LFb1C5sNaz6KLpR8-JyszjFcRMwOMj_lUtjTuaJ4b5R6-nHp_TdNU755aeA4JWyx64JwC6xQ8IkW2q9BAIRsUw/s400/Kettle+River+Mists+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>"Kettle River Mists" is photograph #3 above; whenever the interplay of water & landscape combine the mood of light, textures, sounds all change. This image was captured in my backyard along the banks of the river. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4iaWrlwlKSL0gYVnxfcApU5iZbPgtAs_XrB3WPMFcl3XTP6maYX2No8svzGxqVoyGtqXGsLDs8xG5x9GkZTZtXgBZ46z4YxxQv7bJuydpDhaWKNJFjfDG-aoLXnFF_-EkJAQV8JnhQ/s1600-h/Mount+Elizibeth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313170202237371506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4iaWrlwlKSL0gYVnxfcApU5iZbPgtAs_XrB3WPMFcl3XTP6maYX2No8svzGxqVoyGtqXGsLDs8xG5x9GkZTZtXgBZ46z4YxxQv7bJuydpDhaWKNJFjfDG-aoLXnFF_-EkJAQV8JnhQ/s400/Mount+Elizibeth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Image #4 above: "Mount Elizabeth" located in Ferry County, WA. As mentioned above the interaction of water & landscape is prone to altering the moods, in the case of a receding spring shower things change moment to moment.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-6yaOLxp1HhrvNNNqfGjY5i78N1JpnAGEPNfAP8FW0Q1f889XsVOTaqKNhZQB9uubX2mb3R3lK7xOEWtOkM1bEZ8s8NTB2C-ognVa-Hpi6_z_id9Bu3glkbbLnZ0hlYVuoPEudBYxA/s1600-h/Bighorn+Dome+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313171533573881602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-6yaOLxp1HhrvNNNqfGjY5i78N1JpnAGEPNfAP8FW0Q1f889XsVOTaqKNhZQB9uubX2mb3R3lK7xOEWtOkM1bEZ8s8NTB2C-ognVa-Hpi6_z_id9Bu3glkbbLnZ0hlYVuoPEudBYxA/s400/Bighorn+Dome+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br />"Bighorn Dome" is photo-image #6 of this series; A passing thunder storm has dropped cold rain on warm summer rock cliffs. Mists rise and the mood is muted. I took advantage of that mood in rendering this image to enhance the feeling as vertical rock & scattered pine vanish into the clouds. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIq8XpVpmGx0eNhZXJIWcRkc7IRwiN4Vy-5bsi3JszFGu3oWQ_7qC4Xn6LvZw_z8vfGL8nthyphenhyphen6Y8spONOJnpZvoFA0YpEaTGcfvaa4N9jQ4jkS21INHFBREpkofH6A0cVI6D5DQIrPA/s1600-h/deception+falls2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313174164739796546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIq8XpVpmGx0eNhZXJIWcRkc7IRwiN4Vy-5bsi3JszFGu3oWQ_7qC4Xn6LvZw_z8vfGL8nthyphenhyphen6Y8spONOJnpZvoFA0YpEaTGcfvaa4N9jQ4jkS21INHFBREpkofH6A0cVI6D5DQIrPA/s400/deception+falls2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Landscape series image #7 above is "Deception Falls" located off WA state highway 2 crossing the Cascade Mountains near Stevens Pass. This is a time lapse photograph of the falls in early spring.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkugWdov-6gxrU995lcbKAwgV7vYPgOI611QlbBoUskhlQeB-piL1B5XnNpjAL4-oGHl0NguBkZHitKpEKbn9PqAPRainimbCQpWbOZupjAgTZvugxKnziRtGknKLryF851Ohq84LC6w/s1600-h/Deception+Falls+Stone+%26+Water2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313176064097405026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkugWdov-6gxrU995lcbKAwgV7vYPgOI611QlbBoUskhlQeB-piL1B5XnNpjAL4-oGHl0NguBkZHitKpEKbn9PqAPRainimbCQpWbOZupjAgTZvugxKnziRtGknKLryF851Ohq84LC6w/s400/Deception+Falls+Stone+%26+Water2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This close up of Deception Falls above is photograph #8 of this series and is entitled "Stone & Water"Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-62568800089284131902009-03-13T17:04:00.000-07:002009-03-14T11:40:03.341-07:00OLD HOMESTEADS...<em>(This series is still under construction)</em><br />Like many other folks I've had a long standing fascination with old homesteads. Living as I do in the Okanogan Highlands provides ample opportunity to explore by-gone cabins, barns and an assorement of other relics. Here is a series of photographs and images from my <em>"Old Homestead" </em>collection. Hope you enjoy...<br /><div><div>Foster Fanning</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwTntQG-V2bHGv5JculHhfbxDMdPQtSkS1JsqvnGNMjDV7PYYqPqVZqK6Gft_6XPwQE_5U5uiU6_hy2SrBqb6WxQUt-R_u6DAMS7DhRu4cmRdDtbtKtF1TaOPjybzW4n-U6RbXRbqdA/s1600-h/Highlands+Cabin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312830444855278178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwTntQG-V2bHGv5JculHhfbxDMdPQtSkS1JsqvnGNMjDV7PYYqPqVZqK6Gft_6XPwQE_5U5uiU6_hy2SrBqb6WxQUt-R_u6DAMS7DhRu4cmRdDtbtKtF1TaOPjybzW4n-U6RbXRbqdA/s400/Highlands+Cabin.jpg" border="0" /></a> Starting with image #1 & 2 - "Highlands Cabin" & Highlands Window" this old homestead is located in the Okanogan Highlands between the very small towns or more appropriately 'communites' of Havillha, Chesaw & Molson. This homestead is located on a small mountain top at the end of a rough roadway. I really enjoy how nature is reclaiming the site. </div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0tqmrZ3aiYFoFBk7ta9HquOeJbu-a4yI2o0Y3bEvY2S0vbgsIOp6l8mIW48rslaNsZlF0PAO6Pha0CtLOH_EQOGDUJ5Dn4bBvRr-DsDRcillfenJFxgWyA266o8lyE3A6m_8VdQd0g/s1600-h/Mustrack+window.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312830562658836066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0tqmrZ3aiYFoFBk7ta9HquOeJbu-a4yI2o0Y3bEvY2S0vbgsIOp6l8mIW48rslaNsZlF0PAO6Pha0CtLOH_EQOGDUJ5Dn4bBvRr-DsDRcillfenJFxgWyA266o8lyE3A6m_8VdQd0g/s400/Mustrack+window.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzc1V7S9s8XVvtOjNQBaEFibCakJzqh2n-JzavcE6jdq7u39zk9gGga0S8lQzi4z3i4-cE5tHKaP0g5pUg_DMrX805L_U5qwieU9Kjm5V3KHmLkoU1e05nRXyuXC5u5iO38_fQbwlVA/s1600-h/Homestead+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312830709904104994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzc1V7S9s8XVvtOjNQBaEFibCakJzqh2n-JzavcE6jdq7u39zk9gGga0S8lQzi4z3i4-cE5tHKaP0g5pUg_DMrX805L_U5qwieU9Kjm5V3KHmLkoU1e05nRXyuXC5u5iO38_fQbwlVA/s400/Homestead+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Photograph #3, above, is simply titled "Homestead". Located on the western slope of Boundary Mountain near the U.S. / Canadian border close to Danville (U.S.) and Grand Forks (B.C.) the occupants of this cabin had quite the vista from their front doorstep. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />I've rendered image #4 below in a manner representative of an artistic use of color pencils. A combination of line drawing, color gradiants and use of shadow to gain perspective and enhance composition.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWOtfzOZb_yLpgkn7LtLCwtdp3gWWKI21a0NgGMXAJPqXn9rVewogaGzZ-LulYhFDzfn0H3pVTRZuSteEKhGiSA2xboRoEMswHNPLnU17s_OPHpyp6W9uNL_hXValDrFTfq1NER4Mckg/s1600-h/Old+Winter+Cabin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312830856261511970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWOtfzOZb_yLpgkn7LtLCwtdp3gWWKI21a0NgGMXAJPqXn9rVewogaGzZ-LulYhFDzfn0H3pVTRZuSteEKhGiSA2xboRoEMswHNPLnU17s_OPHpyp6W9uNL_hXValDrFTfq1NER4Mckg/s400/Old+Winter+Cabin.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BFejv9KJtuLPMjdDteuGJsNA0Ybg8TXT1vVpz8q7Beef0bNropPt4Sc12ZhSNExnt_E12KkwWXJDnV1Da6Lc9UbYsjw8kZ5K1-WWFWgK0HTas1VFxLBFXivCYnNr3pOSedwMdsD1GQ/s1600-h/OldBarn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312831028589081026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BFejv9KJtuLPMjdDteuGJsNA0Ybg8TXT1vVpz8q7Beef0bNropPt4Sc12ZhSNExnt_E12KkwWXJDnV1Da6Lc9UbYsjw8kZ5K1-WWFWgK0HTas1VFxLBFXivCYnNr3pOSedwMdsD1GQ/s400/OldBarn.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"Tall Barn" - photo #5 above, is in a well lit, pastoral setting. You can feel the height of the northern summer. The air is warm and full, with the calling of meadow larks, chickadees & nuthatches.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Photograph #6 "The Old School" below, is a rendered image with the texture and visual feel of an oil painting. There is a certain muted mood in this process that fits with the panoramic view, full cloud sky, and distant mountain ridge. </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj7L4Ha-Dw6jpbhIiq1JtGLZ7VMfDUHTzvl40CiWap_vwWyVZrNJpSOfGny_axSft78JsxSY3NLcYJcqVqprAk4rDOZtCOrZ1NpqeRixEYzYmXnRs60OSmfTNDHjlE9zA5tCCoPdxFCQ/s1600-h/OldCabin+DB1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312831190133185826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj7L4Ha-Dw6jpbhIiq1JtGLZ7VMfDUHTzvl40CiWap_vwWyVZrNJpSOfGny_axSft78JsxSY3NLcYJcqVqprAk4rDOZtCOrZ1NpqeRixEYzYmXnRs60OSmfTNDHjlE9zA5tCCoPdxFCQ/s400/OldCabin+DB1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRf57lxpA1YJHsdLFtNR1SOKKcQJeliaMm7CJ_D6tQwsRgFsHl6EihU4Oe4GVUg2mSa_QYfSXKwcCTJpTCRewyeIsqk3eBZLk3dNMO0lnatTT_Abc1-_hMOEdAiq2jKgjp3_3zns_x6A/s1600-h/Wauconda+Barn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312831333711764690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRf57lxpA1YJHsdLFtNR1SOKKcQJeliaMm7CJ_D6tQwsRgFsHl6EihU4Oe4GVUg2mSa_QYfSXKwcCTJpTCRewyeIsqk3eBZLk3dNMO0lnatTT_Abc1-_hMOEdAiq2jKgjp3_3zns_x6A/s400/Wauconda+Barn.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGX0t4xor6ToGGBWDez_KABynV1_4bDbTY0xibbLgm53EKArUPFnlKX3bfy810FX9UzqdgjHg3YZLoyA0YOaRETEEGjaeYbj83HIFw2HnAHwtHy2qiqjA0wteEGMzTWDlW2fsuaCaKtA/s1600-h/Old+Winter+Truck.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312831470324821202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGX0t4xor6ToGGBWDez_KABynV1_4bDbTY0xibbLgm53EKArUPFnlKX3bfy810FX9UzqdgjHg3YZLoyA0YOaRETEEGjaeYbj83HIFw2HnAHwtHy2qiqjA0wteEGMzTWDlW2fsuaCaKtA/s400/Old+Winter+Truck.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>There are more to old homesteads than the fading barn boards of sheds and cabins. These old trucks once saw service as mechanical horses of their time. They too are now falling under mother nature's spell and sinking into the foliage & landscape.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmhC4aeHi96cvgDVKMioXB5VojnNOjtcSpl_yggzSEL-_dabsL0IivbtoTEeXRNQPTm9QC7xh20YKiC5JJiSD8c_MXqerp3_95XdKT9WPGCk7cm7p_Nu4cotiOiflyLsnxJYaKTF7pw/s1600-h/Relic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312835843187262642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmhC4aeHi96cvgDVKMioXB5VojnNOjtcSpl_yggzSEL-_dabsL0IivbtoTEeXRNQPTm9QC7xh20YKiC5JJiSD8c_MXqerp3_95XdKT9WPGCk7cm7p_Nu4cotiOiflyLsnxJYaKTF7pw/s400/Relic.jpg" border="0" /></a> Images #8 & 9 "Old Winter Truck" & "Relic"...</div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-5187877417373589322009-03-12T23:17:00.000-07:002009-03-13T16:10:57.156-07:00Beach series...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEET5LeXujHsqnYwOIgN9RWhqzfzdu0z6CjgynUrZfeHSYCDUPBByel0n9rnOGnTNspJolq7_wPgx6rzR-VRAuI4BG7tOKElFcwsLgwbmNghxja0wemYCr8FevBdxnj4xFtArMTwg7Lw/s1600-h/self+shadow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312553445863702562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEET5LeXujHsqnYwOIgN9RWhqzfzdu0z6CjgynUrZfeHSYCDUPBByel0n9rnOGnTNspJolq7_wPgx6rzR-VRAuI4BG7tOKElFcwsLgwbmNghxja0wemYCr8FevBdxnj4xFtArMTwg7Lw/s400/self+shadow.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>Lets go to the beach</em></strong>... Based entirely on latitude<br />'beach time' for different people means different things. In the Pacific Northwest it isn't always <em>"fun in the sun"</em> at the beach. We have off-season days, rainy days, and bad-tide days. There is time at the beach like the adjacent photo of yours truly bundled up for an April beach walk, silhouette self portrait. But in my opinion a bad day at the beach is still better than a good day at work. Here's a few for your visual treat...<br /><br />Pacific Beach, girls playing in the early season surf. This photograph conveys the feeling to me of the hearty Pacific Northwest people who will venture out into the elements even when the temperatures are 'less than ideal'. I love that 'endless' Pacific Ocean stretching into the beyond.<br />Of course the title for this photo is "Beach Girls"... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoeLiKAQl-HVhUYQdkbceKjjAkMLLINf468-OViULBjif4rN3vJcZHqKvi09Ct5y-ZG9AFhTWYTsxUFxhUcCOp0fLhosBjrR3GTZLxTS5Eh7o-J6w6QFkEjtSMaeRmCQH7b9lsGomHSw/s1600-h/b+03.07+beach+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312554446514399138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoeLiKAQl-HVhUYQdkbceKjjAkMLLINf468-OViULBjif4rN3vJcZHqKvi09Ct5y-ZG9AFhTWYTsxUFxhUcCOp0fLhosBjrR3GTZLxTS5Eh7o-J6w6QFkEjtSMaeRmCQH7b9lsGomHSw/s400/b+03.07+beach+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ8-Ss3zvyvv0V0-emxPI5vlGE8ymwrZ0Ui9Hb8If6ooLTFY0QxTac6hwyuDv12m7yv_IHpZhCwDtnt3T0h9S3BtwBMZ8q-uYOxucAa6rYq4w4dzGfx7hrSq-XeRH_BgiOuClobTVYA/s1600-h/b+09.07+sail+(228).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312554618802284082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ8-Ss3zvyvv0V0-emxPI5vlGE8ymwrZ0Ui9Hb8If6ooLTFY0QxTac6hwyuDv12m7yv_IHpZhCwDtnt3T0h9S3BtwBMZ8q-uYOxucAa6rYq4w4dzGfx7hrSq-XeRH_BgiOuClobTVYA/s400/b+09.07+sail+(228).jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sand & Water, there is no more of an ancient composition than a combination of water and land. Based on historical record our forebears , wandering the wide world, held no less a fascination for the intersection of land & water than we do today.<br /><br /><br />"Steep Beach" off the Oregon Coast is a representative photograph of the amazing relationship between water and land that exists in the Pacific Northwest<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCf5hf7H6GUSztUu_QlYwz2uCC2n-JjovIUNQJwvNkA5bzIxZiRWMI0hdfvCdSk9im2EyWI_Brv9t7WxHTNh2aodbCLksDdT1fsz2Ad2V-uxaJc8EymB_u4Wys6FbIYVdCYn_ElSlww/s1600-h/b+2006+ore+coast.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312555092288069426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCf5hf7H6GUSztUu_QlYwz2uCC2n-JjovIUNQJwvNkA5bzIxZiRWMI0hdfvCdSk9im2EyWI_Brv9t7WxHTNh2aodbCLksDdT1fsz2Ad2V-uxaJc8EymB_u4Wys6FbIYVdCYn_ElSlww/s400/b+2006+ore+coast.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFPn8oK-k2x0cFPS3W6E-qjySUDzzxAMNfOKtVZGIh4FgRwD05MFGmNG2JjhWYRgqNL59SXKt_ymcseCLBCgAJCJCxaOsrXjNMQVY-aXl1UAcZ3ZbbU2ti3A1svSxZ7u69ai7X8cEJnw/s1600-h/b+wa+beach+2+(19).JPG2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312555336123395026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFPn8oK-k2x0cFPS3W6E-qjySUDzzxAMNfOKtVZGIh4FgRwD05MFGmNG2JjhWYRgqNL59SXKt_ymcseCLBCgAJCJCxaOsrXjNMQVY-aXl1UAcZ3ZbbU2ti3A1svSxZ7u69ai7X8cEJnw/s400/b+wa+beach+2+(19).JPG2.JPG" border="0" /></a>"Beach Walkers" What can I say? I love the rendition of this photograph. The concept here is to find a relationship between light, image, rendition and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">composition</span> that affects a watercolor painting. To do this with a camera, darkroom and eyeball is certainly a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">challenge</span> which I hope I've come close to accomplishing here.<br /><br />"Sand & Shell"; often the smallest of details make the most interesting of visual stories. You can almost picture in your mind the last, foamy wavelet pulling back across this shell and <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOBBGFw_Z6AGLHmbVxeXJObLlGwdyIJcIDTtHX6hZbVUNxrgcAAMIlzp2lsrSBc9niFDmqVU71IayYcQK0XzGK9MScGt7x3AfOuaLGot3RhnmBsHpXP2hz3Pe6ndj0WO3bGatYBrR1Q/s1600-h/Sand+%26+Shell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312810950947650914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOBBGFw_Z6AGLHmbVxeXJObLlGwdyIJcIDTtHX6hZbVUNxrgcAAMIlzp2lsrSBc9niFDmqVU71IayYcQK0XzGK9MScGt7x3AfOuaLGot3RhnmBsHpXP2hz3Pe6ndj0WO3bGatYBrR1Q/s400/Sand+%26+Shell.jpg" border="0" /></a>sculpting the sand in it's passage.Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579730559042289337.post-67439418220579861222009-03-12T18:10:00.000-07:002009-03-14T18:50:07.580-07:00FIREWATER PHOTOGRAPHY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVyWlD555lDXYOKQTrjo0qqesdFxZruXPtgtbZ8Pz70uLBr6VrmhfOlVk0CVUQ25bt8cnqMFbydx85c2SJwZvwaK3lgkPX-OU01ZVdkO90faBcaajEsTd2qam_bnVfQT619LfD6hGoA/s1600-h/Rock+face.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312477553331742930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVyWlD555lDXYOKQTrjo0qqesdFxZruXPtgtbZ8Pz70uLBr6VrmhfOlVk0CVUQ25bt8cnqMFbydx85c2SJwZvwaK3lgkPX-OU01ZVdkO90faBcaajEsTd2qam_bnVfQT619LfD6hGoA/s400/Rock+face.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a sub-blog of FIREWATER located at <a href="http://fosterfanning.blogspot.com/">http://fosterfanning.blogspot.com/</a><br /><div><div><div><div>This site will feature my photographic work, artistic rendered photography, discussions on photography and photographic art along with a visual gallery of photographic art available to order. This is a work in progress and will be populated over the next few weeks. In the meantime I offer these works for a visual treat.</div><div>Thanks for checking in.</div><div>Foster Fanning</div><br /><div>The above - photo #1: self portrait in stone</div><div>Below - photo #2: The Reader</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgcnokDvb-MGhH0JgBNP5-hT4OBRIPrabY2u3wOh8am9w713M6ICqIKTMqYOUsKPVzlnGfgrK6SAWXCXWWCfV7INzNQD_6rhNmthTE7FxfiZ57HvUUgEHfIDV_DHysr66mVbZYJB8AQ/s1600-h/dry+brush+read.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312476191343137106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgcnokDvb-MGhH0JgBNP5-hT4OBRIPrabY2u3wOh8am9w713M6ICqIKTMqYOUsKPVzlnGfgrK6SAWXCXWWCfV7INzNQD_6rhNmthTE7FxfiZ57HvUUgEHfIDV_DHysr66mVbZYJB8AQ/s400/dry+brush+read.JPG" border="0" /></a> I enjoy this piece for the coziness it gives. What a wonderful way to spend a drizzly spring day - curled up in a comfy chair by the fireplace with a good book.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOkEuLC9BTLrIiCxdy5rZDlinfntlzlhzdewORQwDh-tRqswXN-qQQk9WkfATb4gxdgtMDRuAQhDWqYrP5Xeizp5o0_3oEkuthi_nrZ8Hqw1XFIB2ZAPMa8pBrcsr4r1I7J1K2ZLOtQ/s1600-h/elvin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312477810516951522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOkEuLC9BTLrIiCxdy5rZDlinfntlzlhzdewORQwDh-tRqswXN-qQQk9WkfATb4gxdgtMDRuAQhDWqYrP5Xeizp5o0_3oEkuthi_nrZ8Hqw1XFIB2ZAPMa8pBrcsr4r1I7J1K2ZLOtQ/s400/elvin.jpg" border="0" /></a>This rendered photograph - #3 is entitled </div><br /><div>"Elf Maiden". </div><div>The soft textures of & play of light over the subject combined with her deep eyes carries one right into this image.<br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbFQWXrKaYpquAZqVFvXwn8yo5P92WFWi3gRGyYTmSWL1BnT-znIZsahUIuBd-6uqvx5r0_ynt52L870x4BPfmcZTIj10uXQb2MiUo4ebgbn74N9EkAwkD8YmjSUmQPx-yF5qQVrVvg/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+Kiss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312482197217174066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbFQWXrKaYpquAZqVFvXwn8yo5P92WFWi3gRGyYTmSWL1BnT-znIZsahUIuBd-6uqvx5r0_ynt52L870x4BPfmcZTIj10uXQb2MiUo4ebgbn74N9EkAwkD8YmjSUmQPx-yF5qQVrVvg/s400/Mothers+Day+Kiss.jpg" border="0" /></a>This the 4th image of this opening page of FIREWATER PHOTOGRAPHY is titled "Mother's Day Kiss". The soft black & white patterns of light plus the bridge between youth & maturity carried by the image make it a favorite of mine. </div></div></div></div>Foster Fanninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03854196386313686197noreply@blogger.com0