Remembering…

When the first plane hit, I was in my 8am class in the business school.  I couldn’t believe how full the atrium was when class dismissed, students crowding around the televisions.  I watched the second plane hit.  I was in the sorority house, tuned into the news coverage with a few of my sisters.  Classes were not canceled.  Some teachers were understanding.  Others were not.  Cell phones did not work.  The internet wasn’t much use either.  The day passed by in blur.

I was able to visit St. Paul’s Chapel in New York City this past spring.  The chapel is across the street from Ground Zero.  It was unharmed during the attacks.  These photos are from St. Paul’s Chapel.

So today, we remember.  As we will next year and the following year and the year that follows it and so on.  We will always remember.

NYC: St. Paul

NYC: St. Paul

NYC: 9/11 Memorials

NYC: 9/11 Memorials

NYC: 9/11 Memorials

NYC: 9/11 Memorials

NYC: 9/11 Memorials

NYC: 9/11 Memorials

NYC: 9/11 Memorials

NYC: 9/11 Memorials

NYC: 9/11 Memorials

Gather 'Round The Campfire

The Campfire.  One of the best things about camping.  Everything’s dark except for the flames licking the air.  Coldness lurks but your body stays nice and warm.  Toasted marshmallows and smore creations.  I’m in!  And Camp Corbett did not disappoint with the campfire.

Rough River: Firebugs

Oh, and the fire stick.  Apparently that’s a big deal too.  Alan, have you measured the angle on that stick yet to recreate it?  He looks way too excited to be using that fire stick, if you ask me.

Rough River: Firebugs

Rachel is quite the firebug.  She confessed that even she takes dozens of pictures of the campfire when they visit Rough River.  Since she tended the fire so often, I had to catch the firebug in action.  And this made for good photog practice.

Rough River: Firebugs

I sat up tripod (*gasp* – yes, I took the tripod), hooked up the camera and snapped away.  It’s all about trial and error when shooting in the dark.  Finding the right marriage between aperture and shutter speed.

Rough River: Firebugs

I wanted the sky dark and the flames dancing which tells me slow down that shutter.  But I also wanted Rachel in the photo.  And not be a big blur.  Look at that fire flame up.  Awesome.

Rough River: Firebugs

I kept my ISO rather high and my shutter rather fast (exp 0.6) to capture a “still” Rachel.  It took quite a few tries.  And I swapped out lenses trying to find the perfect one (the ultra-wide proved to be the best in this case).  In any case, the sparks that were flying made everything completely interesting while I repeatedly failed.

Then I had the money shot:

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The sky is dark with the glowing moon.  The fire is dancing.  Rachel’s face is lit up and in focus.  Gracias, heysoos!  I love it love it love it.  Rachel, I want to frame you and nail you to my wall.  I could watch those sparks fly all day long.

Rough River: Firebugs

This is the life, my friends.  No work, no worries, no internet, no qualms to mention.  Camping with the Corbetts was well worth the dirt under my nails.  I believe I will be doing this again.  Soon.  Very soon.

Rough River: Firebugs

PS – More campfire photos are posted on my flickr.  I picked my favorites of the night to highlight on le blog.  And remember, only you can prevent forest fires.

September 13, 2009 - 7:50 pm

emohn - You are amazing.

September 13, 2009 - 9:03 pm

shutterboo - Didn’t they turn out cool! I was so surprised that I got a couple of Rachel in focus. But I did ditch something like 75 photos… boo.

January 6, 2010 - 10:56 am

Week 20: Fire « shutterboo - […] I didn’t know how I was going to capture a flame.  I kept looking back at the photos I took when we were camping and I wanted to recreate those.  But a bonfire didn’t seem feasible.  And it’s […]

Week 3: Window

Three weeks down – I’d say we’re doing pretty good so far.

I had a tough time finding a shot that I liked this week.  I had about 54 average shots but none them screamed “pick me!”.  So I spent part of my lunch break walking around the block trying to find The Window.  And they all sucked.  Big time.  I decided it was time to experiment.  That’s the only way I’d meet this deadline [I gave myself].

Here is my window:

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I’ve read in Bryan Peterson’s book Understanding Exposure that you can “imply motion with the zoom.”  And that is what I attempted.  The shutter speed was still rather fast.  I stood as still as I possibly could because this girl didn’t have a tripod.  But overall, I think it’s decent for my first zoom-motion shot.  Now I’m ready to try this on tripod so we slow down those shutters.  If you haven’t perused Understanding Exposure, I recommend taking a gander at it – he does a great job explaining how to interpret light.

Next week’s challenge is “red.”  Anyone can join at any time; as the old timers say, the more the merrier.  And don’t forget to check out the flickr pool’s photos or click on the challenger roll – it’s interesting how everyone is capturing their subject.  And I’m impressed with some of this fancy photog work that’s going on.

September 9, 2009 - 11:15 am

katie - I haven’t even attempted this challenge yet. Not sure where the week went. Yikes. Love the photo! Next time, grab a tripod, find an overpass and some good traffic at night and zoom away. You’ll love the result.

Camp Corbett: It's Boatin' Time

I really enjoy being out on the water [that isn’t the ocean].  Lake living – I’d like to try this one day.  While camping with friends at Rough River, we decided to go boating Saturday morning/afternoon on the pontoon.  So we loaded up our floaties and threw our self-consciousness out the window: we were ready to show the world our white bellies in all their glory.

Rough River: It

And Roxy and Buster got to show their furry bellies as well. The doggins came boating with us.

Rough River: It

And it was worth it, world.  While other boaters had to keep the blinding white reflection of my ivory skin out of their eyes, I loved sunbathing for the day.  Except for that one part of my back that I didn’t get enough lotion on.  No me gusta sunburn.

Rough River: It

The scenery was great; tall green trees everywhere, rock walls around every corner, big ass houses on the top of cliffs with their own docks… did I mention I wanted to do lake living?

Rough River: It

Rough River: It

We mozied on over to a little spot where the boats congregate – also known as Party Cove – because of a certain rock wall.  See the slant on it?  There are crazy people that swim up to it, manage to drag themselves out of the water then hike up the slant.  To jump into the water.  Not this chica.  Nuh-uh.

Rough River: It

But Alan did.

Rough River: It

And so did the hubs.  As did eMohn but we aren’t going to post that in fear that he will beat me with his tire iron.

Rough River: It

And then Brian made me queasy.  He jumped from the highest point into the water.  You see that little pink dot with arms and legs at the top left-hand corner in the trees?  That’s Brian.  His Tarzan call made it worth while to keep my eyes open.

Rough River: It

We saw a couple more guys do the same jump after Brian but I know that you could not get me to jump from there.  Not even for money.  Well… maybe we could talk business but there’d have to be at least three zeros involved.

We floated around for a bit then thought about heading further down so the guys could fish.  But then tragedy struck.  The motor wouldn’t start.  And here begins the theme of the day: Tow (v.) – to pull or haul by a rope, chain or other device.   Luckily, you’re surrounded by friendly people; they’re probably all happy just because they’re on a boat.  I know I was.

Rough River: It

But yes, friendly people make for finding a way back to the dock easy.  So we these fellas hooked us up and towed us home.  And we went fast!

Rough River: It

They had a cool little boat. That went fast! All I wanted to do was jump on that tube and hold on for dear life. That’d be awesome.  But to be honest, a pontoon is more up my alley.  It floats.  That’s about all I’d need.

Rough River: It

We made it back safe and sound to the dock but our boating time was not yet over.  With adult beverages in hand, we anchored and kept floating around on our rafts.  But the doggins were jealous so the doggin ramp was set up.  I got the biggest kick out of Buster going after his wumba.

Rough River: It

And then dog paddling his way around Rachel just to get that wumba.

Rough River: It

And then up the doggin ramp. This went on for a while. That’s why he was so tired when we got back to camp. Roxy would not get in the water for the wumba. She missed out on all of the fun.

Rough River: It

Alan thought he’d fish.  He thought he caught something but was mistaken and had to retrieve his line.  So he went after it.  In style.  With an adult beverage in hand.

Rough River: It

And then he made floating koozie holders for everyone in the water.  This is what happens when you’re with engineers.  They get an idea, think it’s a great idea, too great to wait on in fact and begin tearing stuff up in order to create this great idea.  Or maybe this is just drunk engineers.  Either way, I have to admit it was a pretty great idea.

The theme had a repeat as the doggins had been on the boat all day with us and had not had a chance to do their business.  So Brian harnessed them up to take them to shore.  And then he came back with them.  They dog paddled with all their might and ended up towing Brian – Roxy just really wanted to get out of the water.

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Such a fun, fun day – that’s right, two times the fun.  The hubs and I should really go to the lake more often.  Then we wouldn’t have to worry about our embarrassing white bellies.

November 12, 2009 - 1:18 am

Bubbah - Turned out the battery was dead. Good news is the rents bought a brand spankin new pontoon. It’s very likely we will be down at the lake a lot next year. Hopefully everyone will give it a second chance!

November 12, 2009 - 7:17 am

shutterboo - Oh we will – I’d love to use my rafts again!

Camp Corbett: Labor Day Weekend

This was only the second time in my entire life I’ve been camping.  I had reservations about visiting Camp Corbett, the camping grounds of our pals Brian and Rachel, but I told the hubs I could do it.  I can use the bathroom in the woods.  I can sleep in a tent.  I can deal without being able to clean up.  Too bad I really didn’t have to deal with any of that.

First off, let me describe the camp grounds: a small lot with a thicket of woods on 3 sides and a gravel road bringing you in.  There’s a little shed with a lovely tin-roofed porch off the back.  And it has electricity.  Great for MP3 players.  And twinkle lights.  Mind you, there was no running water.  That was the “roughing it” part.

Rough River: The Campsite

I have to say my favorite part about the camp grounds were the little details that the Corbetts had all around.  Brian said that he’d been coming here since he was 10 and there was evidence that the place was well used.  But the small things are what kept my interest.

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

And I had to compliment the handywork of Brian as he had spent most of the week camping to build a run for their doggins, Buster and Roxy, and enclose the bathroom.  And Brian, I really appreciated the new stall – the fact that no one could see my fanny made me feel much better.

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

Oh and look flowers!  I was pretty excited to see the wild flowers.  They were growing down the right side of the camp, so pretty, so yellow.   But I didn’t dare walk out into them.  I heard the ticks were just awful so I loaded up on OFF every chance that I got.  Whoa, was that a self-canceling phrase?  Anywho, as far as I can tell there are no bug bites to mention.  Nada.  Knock on wood none appear overnight.

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

And there was bacon.  God love the woman who cooked this up.  Rachel, I heart you. 

 Rough River: The Campsite

So after we all stuffed our faces with bacon and eggs and fruit bars and orange juice and fudge stripe cookies (hey, I don’t judge you for eating Pop Tarts, OK?) we got our swimmies on and headed for the lake.  Or was it a cove?  I don’t know.  I do know that it’s attached to Rough River because that’s where we were.  But boating is for another day.  Because I haven’t figured out how to make myself look thinner and tanner with Photoshop. 

We eventually made it back to the campgrounds because we ran out of beer to freshen up and relax before dinner time.  Buster and Roxy were so pooped. 

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

And so was I.  I nodded off at least twice in my camping chair.  But we hung out, ate, drank, told jokes, played cornhole… all that jazz.  I learned that I absolutely suck at cornhole.  I could blame it on my glasses  but then the state would likely revoke my drivers license.

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

Rough River: The Campsite

And so this is what we did until the sun went down.  We [sans the hubs because he put himself to bed at 8pm] sat around the camp fire, toasted marshmallows until the skies broke and golfball size raindrops fell.  And then we played Apples to Apples, invented “mouth pizza”, learned that Alan didn’t know who Anne Frank was… just enjoyed each other’s company.  Because it doesn’t matter where we are, we always have a good time. 

I have to say that I have some of the best pals out there.  Each one is different yet absolutely perfect.  And I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

September 8, 2009 - 7:58 am

Joseph - How the hell do you not know who Anne Frank is?

September 8, 2009 - 8:34 am

shutterboo - Our thoughts exactly. But he sure can write computer programs and create matrices about the speed of light. We’ll keep him.

September 8, 2009 - 9:12 am

rachel - these pictures are awesome! I kept playing around with the different settings on my camera after you all left, but I don’t know how you did these! You need to teach a class or something! Or is it the Lens that make these so clear?

September 8, 2009 - 9:29 am

Mrs. Rev - That bacon looks delicious and is making me very hungry right now.

September 9, 2009 - 5:39 pm

denise:) - Great photos!!! Love the dishes drying… it’s just a perfect shot. Same w/the friends laughing/drinking beer. Looks like you had a great time, in spite of the rudimentary accomodations!! :D

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