Last Dance

I’m slowly working my way through the 1800 + images I shot at Mike and Sarah’s wedding yesterday and had to share this frame from their last dance. This photo would have been almost impossible a year ago, the new generation of Nikon cameras and their ability to record quality images at high ISO’s are truly amazing.

Spending time with the bees

I woke up this morning to an absolutely beautiful day. As I sat on the back porch drinking my coffee, I noticed the bumble bees were busy collecting pollen from our cone flowers.

When I first started shooting photos, many, many years ago, nature, including bugs, was my main focus. I spent countless hours crawling through the local parks shooting photos of dragonflies and birds. I had dreams of becoming a world renown wildlife photographer like Frans Lanting but I quickly realized that being a nature photographer was a very difficult way of making of living and gave up my pursuit and became a news photographer instead.

I have to admit, technology has made close-up photography incredibly easy compared to 25 years ago when I had to work around a set ISO (usually Fuji 50), had to determine exposure, depth of field, use difficult calculus and physics to set up my manual flashes, and run cords to everything.

This morning, I sat my Nikon D7000 on my tripod (the same Bogen I started with back in 1987), attached my AFS80-200 lens, put two SB800 flashes on stands, set them to TTL wireless, and fired away.

Bucket fish

Saturday is the opening day of trout season in York County. Opening day is almost a holiday. Fishermen, women and children will don tall rubber boots, bundle up in warm clothes and wade into their favorite stream to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with other fisher people trying to catch a fish that has been dumped, unceremoniously into the creek from a bucket.

For those who know me, I am an avid trout fisherman, but I haven’t taken part in opening day for at least five years, maybe more, the only reason I have in the past 15 or so was for my kids. I prefer fishing wild mountain streams alone or with a close friend or two. I love wild trout, no ugly stocked fish with missing fins and flat noses for me. And never, ever will you catch me with worm or corn baiting my hook.

But yet, for some reason I always get assigned to get a photo to promote the first day of trout season. In years past I’ve done multi-media pieces about bamboo rod builders and behind the scenes at the trout hatchery. I’ve gone to streams open year-round and photographed fly-fisherman catching and releasing wild trout. I’ve made countless photos of people buying fishing gear at the local sporting goods stores. This year I just got lucky and received an email about a last-minute trout stocking that featured a dozen or more kids dumping stockies into Beaver Creek.