A Walk In The Woods: Discovering Visual Moments of the Heart

 There are days when events seem to press heavily upon me. No one is immune from such things. It's just a part of life I suppose and as we grow older the accumulated effects of enduring what at times seems like a never ending stream of pressing moments take a toll on your life. 

As a reult, sometimes I just feel like getting out and taking a walk in the woods. Not nearly often enough do I seek refuge there, but when I do, I rediscover the soothing effects places like woodlands possess. Woodlands, they have become one of my favorite locations to get away and to carry a camera for within them a photographer can discover a myriad of visual moments of the heart. 

It matters not what time of day, kind of day, or time of year, a woodlands will speak far beyond the visual to anyone who enters its realm. 

When light filters through the canopy and sets the leaf edges ablaze with color, or when a morning mist finds its way through the random corridors of trees, who among us can resist taking a moment to just absorb what nature offers. 

As a photographer, I sometimes forget to take those moments of silence to just look. Instead I often get caught up with setting up the shot, working out the exposure values, and checking the results when I should just stop and visually capture what is there. Sort of defeats the purpose of being there when I spend more time looking through the camera instead of observing through the heart. 

There are times I do just that, usually when I don't take my camera along, so I can better focus on the real reason I am there. There have been times I've missed a few camera shots, but they are not lost, really. They are stored in my heart...just for me to enjoy as a memory.

Although I enjoy walking through the woods anytime of year, my favorite is probably fall, especially here in Kentucky. It is during this season the woods come alive with color, and when you catch it all, the light, the color, the mist, the breeze, the reflections, aromas, the feeling, well, it makes being a photographer much easier.

Even a simple nature walk can work wonders, but I really enjoy a longer outing. Sometimes it requires a bit of effort, but I do enjoy making a backpacking trip from time to time during the fall season when the air is cooler, the bothersome bugs are gone, and the colors simply fill your soul. 

Once you've reached your destination and get settled in, it becomes time to just enjoy the moment. A campfire, a one pot meal, then time to expand out on the ground cover of leaves and stretch your back.

Take a moment to gaze upward through the canopy of trees, then just close your eyes and allow the sounds of the woodlands infiltrate deep inside. No finer symphony exists than the movement of the leaves as the breeze searches through their realm high above. On a blue sky day, the contrast of colors produces a no finer work of art. Why don't I do this more often, I ask myself when such moments are allowed to exist for my world. Being retired now, well, there are no more excuses.

Winter of course can be a challenge but it offers a unique opportunity as the light and shadows run deep and long and what is obscured by foliage most of the year suddenly become visible. 

When snow is on the ground the texture and atmosphere of the woodlands transforms into a wonderland. Crisp and clean, fresh and clear, a snow covered woodlands is a delight to explore.

When the snow melts the woods become filled with a damp aroma that clings to everything in sight. At once refreshing and enchanting, and again subtle and bold at the same time. When the woods becomes saturated everything becomes darker in texture and more quiet in atmosphere. The sound of footsteps are muffled, yet the chatter of birds becomes cleaner and magnified. The woods simply takes on a different aura, one that will renew your mind and fill your lungs with fresh air.

It's not always the big scenes that become most important. Often, the smaller more subtle images take center stage. It's the small details that define the woodlands more precisely. 

A single flower, and single brown leaf still clinging to a limb, a clump of snow nestled into a cleft of a branch, the odd green leaf budding from a winters branch, a butterfly sitting lightly on a bloom or a tree stump lying on its side. These are the items that define the depth of a woodlands...and they are easily overlooked.

Woodland edges can also provide a treasure of photo ops. It is there you find a great many plants and wildlife you may not otherwise see. 

The light is often brighter and sharper here but that offers other photo opportunities where plants can be back lit and wildlife feed on the shoots and feel safe having the refuge of the woods nearby. You may also find fencerows or old sheds and barns near the edges of woodlands. All of these make for rustic scenes that enhance the moment.

A walk in the woods to discover a visual moment of the heart can often refill the emptiness that so often infiltrates into our lives. Those emptying events we have little control over, but we can make time to take a walk in the woods.

Take your camera along for the ride and search for those simple compositions that define the woods you are in. But most of all, find time to simply be still and listen to allow the woods to fill your heart with its healing properties.

 

A Memorial Day Tribute: Okinawa Story - One from 'The Greatest Generation'

 April 1st 1945 U.S. Army, Navy, and Marine forces invaded the Japanese Island of Okinawa.  The ensuing struggle became the bloodiest and most difficult battle of the Pacific war.  My dad was there. A few years ago, my brother gave me a call and asked if I would write something about my dad's war time experiences.  A good friend of his, who was the editor of the local newspaper, wanted to print the story as a surprise to my dad and in honor of all those from The Greatest Generation. The following is from that article.

The well known journalist Tom Brokaw once coined the phrase ‘The Greatest Generation’ referring to the young men and women of this country who were thrown into a world conflict in the 1940’s known as The Second World War.  For those who have been counted as such, few would ever acknowledge claim to that title.  For them, well…they simply were doing what they had to do.

One of the great privileges of my life is to have known someone from that generation. A few months prior to the start of the year 2000, I sat down with my dad, Kenneth L. Bridgman of Okmulgee, Oklahoma, with a microphone and tape recorder and for several hours recorded his memories and experiences of his military service during World War II.  Even though I grew up hearing stories about those years and times, my dad rarely ever spoke of the events that challenged his young adult life.  As he began to revisit those memories, they seemed as fresh and clear as if from more recent times and yet his words resonated with a nostalgic clarity born from having personally experienced the horrors of war and the satisfaction of having done ones duty during those traumatic and dangerous years.

Reflecting on what my dad experienced during the war years generates mixed emotions as many of America’s young men and women today are once again in harms way engaged in overseas fighting.  There is a kindred spirit of sorts that connects their generation with those from the Second World War.  It is a spirit worth sharing.

He was barely 19 years old when he shipped off to the South Pacific as a corporal in the U.S. Army attached to the 321^st Engineer Combat Battalion as part of the 96^th Infantry Division (The Deadeye Division).  He scored well at the gunnery range receiving at the time the second highest score ever recorded in the battalion, second only to the sergeant in charge of the outfit.  As a result he was given special training in defensive preparations and was assigned the responsibility of being in charge of all the unit’s machine gun operations.  That responsibility included not only maintaining the 30 caliber light machine guns but the heavier water cooled 50 caliber guns as well, plus making sure they were transported, operational, manned, and supplied.  He often found himself manning those emplacements as well.

His unit was actively involved in General Douglas MacArthur’s ‘Return to the Philippines’ as they landed on the shores of Leyte in 1944 to support the combat units reclaiming territory the Japanese had taken earlier in the war.  The 321^st Engineers were more than a support unit. They were actively engaged in combat rolls and many times went in ahead of the infantry to prepare the way.  

Sometimes they took out seawalls that blocked exits off a landing beach, other times repaired or built bridges, often under fire.  Their charge one day might be to support an offensive, or assemble Bailey Bridges across a ravine or river, or to remove or mark a mine field, and to even take out concrete bunkers.  Whatever their call, my dad’s unit was often upfront in the thick of deadly fire.

As tough as the Leyte campaign was, Okinawa proved to be the largest and most difficult battle of the Pacific theater.  The 96^th Infantry along with the U.S. Army 7^th and U.S. Marines 1^st and 6^th divisions invaded Okinawa on April 1, 1945.  Being one of the home islands of Japan, it was defended with fanatical tenacity by one of Japans toughest and best lead military units…the Japanese 32^nd Army.  

The Japanese all through the Pacific proved themselves as tough fighters, and Okinawa proved just how tough, disciplined, and well trained they were.  Their underground fortifications positioned along a series of ridges and escarpments traversing a narrow pinch on the southern end of the island were specifically designed to inflict heavy casualties. What was encountered along this Shuri Line was the largest concentration of Japanese firepower that confronted the American forces anywhere in the Pacific theater.

The 96^th was a major contributor to the breaching of that line and name places such as Kakazu, Tombstone, Nisharu, and Hacksaw Ridges…Conical Hill and Charlie Hill…are forever engrained into the history and exploits of the battalion.  The 321^st Combat Engineers were there through it all.

Although during our recording session, my dad spoke of many experiences, there was one experience he spoke about in a more subdued manner.  His unit had stopped moving forward and setup for the evening.  As was his duty, he setup several machine gun emplacements around the perimeter as a defensive measure and assigned himself on point…the area most likely to encounter any kind of an attack during the night.  As it turned out, his commanding officer indicated that my dad needed to head back to the landing beach area and help unload supplies which was an all night, physically challenging thing in its own right.  Although he argued the point about needing to stay, the officer told him to head out and get someone else to take his post on the point.  That evening the Japanese attacked their position and the point location took heavy fire and the man he appointed to take his place was severely wounded and later died.  Many years after the fact, as he recalled the incident, I could still see in his eyes just how moved he was by what had happened.

One of the most revealing things I learned during our recording session was just how often the Good Lord protected my dad.  Indeed, my grandmother often told me when I was younger how she and my grandfather would every morning and every evening kneel next to their bed and pray for the safety of their son…their only child.  Those prayers were most certainly answered more than once.

There was one incident where it appeared his unit was going to stop moving for an extended time, so he gathered a bunch of timbers and old tin roofing material and built a make shift bunker of sorts…one that would protect him from just about anything except a direct hit.  Shortly before sundown, the sergeant came by and told all of them to gather their gear for they were moving out pronto.  During the night an intense artillery duel ensued with shells flying from both sides over their position. 

By morning, things had calmed down, and he needed to return to his make shift bunker to get some supplies he had left behind as they had moved out so quickly the day before.  When he found his bunker…it had taken a direct hit by a Japanese artillery round destroying everything in and around it.  Had his unit not moved out, he would have been in that bunker…and I would not be writing this article now.

His unit was manned by a bunch of tough characters many of them coming from construction and heavy equipment operations before the war.  During the blur of combat difficult moments and snap decisions are often made, sometimes with tragic results…sometimes with uncanny insight.  In all of the carnage…during all of the stress of combat…my dad’s humanity saved the life of a Japanese soldier.  His unit had captured a scared and confused young Japanese private not much older than he was.  Things had been rather chaotic and some of the guys in his unit wanted to shoot the guy and be done with it for they didn’t have time to deal with him.  My dad stepped in and argued against doing so, saying that the guy was no longer a threat to anyone…couldn’t they see that he was scared to death.  They just needed to hang onto him for a while until they could find an officer to take him back for interrogation.  Before too long an officer did drive by in a Jeep and he flagged him down…and turned over the Japanese soldier to him...saving the life of not just a foe…but another human being.

Notice the camera?
 It's an old Argus C3

With the anniversary of the Okinawa campaign on the horizon and in light of the recent earthquake and tsunami disaster in Japan, it somehow seems fitting to reflect on just how much the world has changed since those tumultuous times.  Those who were once a bitter enemy are now a trusted friend and our hearts and prayers go out to the Japanese people and nation.

The legacy of the greatest generation and my dad is less about the political environment of the world in the 1940’s, and more about the character of a nation as experienced through the lives of those who lived it.  They were ordinary men, thrown into an extraordinary situation…and changed the world for the better.  We are all part of that legacy and are forever indebted to that generation…Although my dad would never say it…I will say it for him…I am proud that he can be counted as one from ‘The Greatest Generation’.

(My dad passed away several years ago as he approached the age of 92. He remained in relatively good health for most of his life, always active and athletic up until the last few years, he always lived his life with courage and honor caring for my mother until her death a few years before his. The stories of his WWII exploits were first told to me by my grandmother as a very young boy growing up in Oklahoma. I've always treasured those stories and after we made the recordings, copies of them along with this same article were sent to the Oklahoma Historical Society Oral History Department and archived along with other war stories from that same generation. About a year and a half before my dad passed away, my brother unexpectedly passed away from complications sustained from exposure to Agent Orange received during his stint in Vietnam. My grandfather, having served during WWI as part of an artillery unit, sustained damaging injuries to his lungs from poison gas which gave him great distress as he grew older. I spent four years performing search and rescue operations off the Oregon Coast while serving in the United States Coast Guard during the tail end of the Vietnam War Era. It was an experience I would not trade for anything.)

Keith Bridgman 

Kentucky Skies: Adapting to Changing Situations

Sometimes, possibly most times, as a photographer I struggle to make sense of the natural world and capture it in such a way as to make a photographic statement. I'm not always successful, in fact I fail more times than I succeed. But, I keep trying, keep looking and searching for those moments that stand apart from the ordinary. Fortunately, Kentucky is filled with wonderful photographic opportunities. One of the most consistent is the Kentucky Sky.

Sunsets have been photographed so often and by so many good photographers, capturing something truly unique is, well...not easy. It takes more than just a nice sunset. It requires being present during a set of conditions that slowly builds second by second until just the right moment when it reaches a peak. It also takes patience from the photographer to know when to release the shutter.

Over the years I have visited many sunsets, but only a few stand apart, in different ways, yet they retain one thing in common: I recognized an opportunity might develop, and I sought out the moment. As I think through the process of how these photo's were captured, I realize just how important it was to keep my photographic radar operating and to be willing to adapt to the changing situations. I also know you do not have to capture a scene exactly the way you see it. You capture the emotion of the moment, the way you feel it. You visualize the potential and use all the tools available to create a finished product. That includes exposure compensation, filters, lens selection, timing, and post processing technique.

I love photographing sunsets and sunrises although I rarely pursue it on a consistent basis. I just get a feeling sometimes that a nice sunset will appear and that is usually based on how the cloud cover progresses through the day. The best times are when the sky begins to break up just before sundown which often leads to dramatic reflections of light illuminating the underside of the clouds. I'd guess maybe one in ten times will the conditions produce something that causes you to stand in awe of the moment, but that is a price I am willing to pay to witness such a wonderful display.

Sunset photos do very well when the composition is simplified. Late summer when the air is thick with humidity can turn the sun into a giant orange ball. Throw in a simple foreground and the results can be magical. I will often simply drive around my local area looking for potential places where a sunset photo might play out with the proper conditions. I make mental notes of these places and when the whim and conditions hit me just right, I don't waste time looking for a spot, I know exactly where I need to be and make sure I am there well ahead of time.

I can't tell you how many times I've done that, only to have the conditions fizzle at the last minute. But, that's okay, because the only way to truly capture a unique sunset is to be there, and that sometimes means it doesn't happen. I always learn from those moments, things like reading the clouds, watching the weather report, listening to my instincts, all of these come into play, and that also includes dumb luck sometimes.

As attractive as they are, sunsets do not always need to be big and bold. Color is always an option and sometimes the conditions produce contrasting or opposing colors. These can be some of the most dramatic and mesmerizing images, especially when formed within a simplistic framework. 

Sunsets can be overlooked by photographers as something that is mostly overdone, however, I still find them amazing and fun to capture. Summer can produce some of the best conditions, but you must think through the process and adapt to the changing conditions, especially as part of Kentucky Skies.

The Sailboat

 My dad was a photographer of sorts. During WWII he carried an old Argus C3 and chronicled his adventures as his unit fought their way across Leyte and then again across Okinawa. I spent many hours while growing up scanning through the stack of war photos he managed to keep through the years. Only a handful are still in my possession with others being held by another family member. Wish I still had them all. Some years later while he was a high school journalism teacher he had access to a 35mm film camera...not sure what kind it was...but using it from time to time he chronicled a very few moments of my life growing up. One of the most memorable was the day he took me and a few of my friends to a small nearby lake so we could sail the wooden sailboat models we made in shop class. I still remember that day. At the time I wasn't aware he was taking photos. I'm sure glad he did.

The year was 1964, and time has faded the names of those friends in my mind, but not so of other events.  At the time we lived in Delano, California, for just a year, but it was an eventful year...sort of a coming of age year you might say. Learned a lot in shop class that year, simple but important skills really...how to cut a straight edge, how to use a jack plain, wood gouge, drill, sander, varnish...all those skills every young man should have. Our project for that semester was to build a model sailboat. And when they were finished, we possessed a work of art...well...to me it was.

I'll never forget that day at the lake. Seems it was slightly overcast with a light breeze that caused the palm trees to sway. It was perfect to catch the sails of the boats to propel them across the narrow arm that was just wide enough to let the boats get up a good head of speed, but narrow and shallow enough so we could run to the other side or wade out into the water to coral them should they start to drift too far in the wrong direction. 

We tried to set up races between the four boats. Most of the time the boats just drifted off in whatever directions the breeze inclined to take them and so it was pretty much impossible to declare a winner. Actually, we all were winners that day as we were able to forget about the challenges of being almost or at best barely teenagers and just have fun sailing something we made with our own hands.

I was this skinny 12 year old with an era style crewcut. Just 12 years old, but having already experienced some of the most dramatic events in history. A few months before in November of 1963, when we lived in New Mexico, an assassin's bullet struck down President Kennedy in Dallas, then the assassin himself was struck down live on television. Young minds should not have to see such things, but we did, and those wavy black and white television images were imprinted deep within our memories. They were difficult events to absorb, even more difficult to forget and move on, but they were none the less a part of that generation's history, memories that will never be forgotten by those who witnessed it. 

When my dad snapped these few photographs at the lake, little did he realize that he was capturing a renewing of sorts. The kind of renewing only a young boy coming of age can experience. Thoughts of that terrible day a few months before were shoved aside exchanged for adventures and visions of sailing on the high seas, of dreaming of new possibilities and probably what should be instead of dwelling on something...well...something a young boy should not have to dwell on. There were no counselors in schools to talk to the students about what happened back then, at least I don't recall ever receiving any kind of counseling. That was left to parents and to the kids themselves to sort through such things. Even though several months removed, building those sailboats was a kind of default therapeutic counseling and probably the best kind too. Those few months after the President was killed, when we were shown how to construct those sailboats in shop class, well, it served to divert our young minds toward something that was far less encumbering and more positive.

On those occasions I rediscover these few photos, I see in the expressions of us boys, a joyful focus, one that took us away from a terrible past event to point us toward a stronger growth of character that only comes from something as simple as sailing a homemade boat across a small arm of water. 

When I bring these photo's close...for a few moments, I am taken back to once again become 12 years old, remembering what it was like to experience such a day. I still remember that sailboat for it helped me to move away from difficult memories and to develop an imaginative mindset towards amazing true life adventures.

When the Lighting is Tough - Take Two

 Sometimes nature plays games with us as far as the light goes. No one has of yet developed a camera that can take two different exposures at the same time to capture two extremely different levels of light. Oh, yeah, you could use graduated neutral density filters and such to even out exposures. Sometimes that works when the lighting is only a stop or so different across the top or bottom half of an image. But when the light range gets up there where the top half of the image is a great deal brighter than the bottom half, well, the best way to make the capture is to take two shots then blend them in postprocessing.

Here's an example of what I'm talking about. The top half of this photo required a rather strong exposure to prevent over exposing it as the sky was quite bright. However, the bottom half was in shadow with barely enough light to illuminate it. What I did was to take two photo's with the camera on a tripod, one exposure for the top half not caring what the bottom looked like, which was black in this case, then another photo exposing for the bottom half which washed out the top portion.

In post processing, I simply opened both images and overlaid the second image with the first one. Using the eraser tool toned down to something like 50% opacity, I erased the overexposed dark bottom half which exposed the layer underneath, then merged the two layers. A little tweaking of the overall image, and, well you see the results.

When the lighting is tough, well, take two!

I Want to Tell A Story

In the world of writing there are seven basic story archetypes:  

Overcoming

Rags To Riches

The Quest

Voyage

Comedy

Tragedy

Rebirth

Every successful written story will follow a format that uses one of these formulas. A photograph also tells a story, although, the visual photo story often is far more complex and more difficult to define and create because of the wide variety of visual opportunities. Factor in the photographers personal preferences and the numbers increase even more. But, not surprisingly, a visual story will often fit within one of the seven basic story archetypes. 

Discovering how to accomplish this comes with not only experience but a basic understanding of story telling techniques. If I could always define how this is done...well, I probably could write my own ticket as a photographer. As this has not happened yet speaks loudly, however, when I look back on some of my best photographs, I can often see how they begin to fit inside one of these story types. 

Interpretation of the visual signals is, of course, very subjective and open to the individuals personal experiences. Most of the time, visualizing the story within a photograph just happens, sort of subconsciously. You just know it and see it without really thinking about it. I suppose that is what separates a so-so photo from a good photo...and a good photo from a great photo. Images with powerful visual stories simply jump out at you like a slap in the face "wham!, demanding renewed and closer attention. A weak photo just sits there mumbling to itself and the viewer quickly loses interest and moves on.

Compositional techniques contribute to the overall impact, along with the use of color or Black and White, angles, lens selection, timing, and of course the big one, the effective use of light. Composition is what builds the structure of a photograph, Light is what builds the story. What narrates the story is the effective application of both. I'm going out on a limb here to take a chance, but I'd like to use a few of my favorite images and break them down to define what I perceive the story they have to tell.

Let's look at the image from above. I've used this image as an example on numerous occasions and for good reason; it's probably one of my top two or three favorite photo's of all time. Of the seven story archetypes, several could apply. Maybe The Quest might fit, or possibly Voyage, but when I really think about it, I believe Rebirth is probably the best fit. Certainly elements from all three apply, but simply from the visual story being told, Rebirth is by far the most logical fit simply because of the nature of the photo. Taken at first light on an October day, the first beam of light that illuminated the cluster of trees extending into the field, tells the story of a new day beginning. A single white faced cow standing in the highlighted area near the bottom left is facing the morning with stoic fortitude and the light fog drifting across and amongst the trees adds a element of mystery and uncertainty about the day. What is unique about this image is how darkness helps to define the light. Without the darkness, it's just another average photo of a Kentucky field. With it, the illuminated areas take on a greater importance and serves to pull the reader into the story.

Another one of my favorite photo's is this one taken on Shanty Hollow Lake just before sunrise. I do believe Voyage is the obvious choice of archetype although elements of The Quest can be seen. There is something compelling about this photo. Compositionally, it retains a powerful symmetry. The tops of the ridgeline are purposely cropped from view, yet allowed to flow as a reflection on the mirrored surface of the lake. Fog floating on silent currents of air drift low across the water and the soon to rise sun can just be identified by the reflective glow of clouds just above and behind the hidden horizon. The photo at once strikes a sense of adventure toward some unknown rendezvous, rekindling emotions from a distant past not unlike what Lewis and Clark must have felt during their Voyage of Discovery. Along with the adventure theme, there resides a layer of calmness, a serenity of purpose where the viewer hopefully becomes captured within the larger story that emanates from within their own dreams.

Black and white is a favorite format of mine as it removes the distraction of color and focuses almost entirely on story through composition, shape and form. This image of the gravel road leading to a farmhouse strikes at the heart of what story telling in a photograph is all about. The graphic use of leading lines and dramatic light draws the eye inward into the story. In this photo, I would interject another archetype theme: Coming Home. To me it is one of the great story lines of all time. Coming home and what it takes to get there. It could be tragic circumstances, it could be rebirth, it could be a voyage or a quest. The viewer gazing at this image might interject all of them based on their own experiences. The fence posts, the highlights across the tall grasses along the edge of the road, the farmhouse nestled amongst the trees, the dark texture of the overcast sky all contribute to the story. One can almost hear the crunching of the gravel underfoot as you walk down the road and feel the brisk nature of the wind as it shoves the clouds along. There is an element of anticipation, maybe even dread knowing just how close home is, yet it is somehow still far away. How long has it been? Continue? Turnaround? What to expect, only time will tell.

People convey a multitude of story telling opportunities within a photograph. Combine them with dramatic light and weather conditions, they will often provide some of the most compelling of visual stories. In the photo on the left, a homeless man strikes a reflective pose as he contemplates his situation. Rain had fallen, dark rolling clouds were boiling low across the sky, and street lights cast a reflective glare across the compound, all aiding the story of lost dreams, lost hopes. Taken from a lower perspective, the use a small aperture created the star-like reflective glow around the street lights. In a way, that starry glare casts a kind of hopeful atmosphere amongst the gloom of the situation. Sitting with a forward lean, he retains an element of contemplative defiance, a proudness of self where in spite of his circumstances, he knows he has value and is not yet beaten. This is a powerful image of the plight of a single person facing uncertain circumstances, yet someone who still clings to a deeper understanding of who he is and who he can become.

Often when I begin a walk with my camera, I look for a story to tell. Most of the time the story remains hidden but is almost always there, somewhere. As a photographer, I want to use my instincts and personal experiences to dig out and find that story, and use my skill as a visual artist to capture it in a compelling and truthful way. It's not easy and it takes a keen sense of purpose and drive to first discover it, flesh it out, then develop it into a simple form that actually makes sense. I say to myself, "I want to tell a story.." then ask myself one question, "Where is it?"

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BTC Bushcraft: Cedar Stool/Table - DIY Bow Saw - Camp Cooking Tongs - Sharpening Knife/Axe

 Cedar is a marvelously hardy wood and when a large cedar tree fell in the wooded area behind my place after a storm a few years ago it must have sat there for a good number of years before I paid much attention to it. It had fallen across the deer trail path blocking the way so one day I took my chain saw out there to clean up the path for easier walking. A few cuts later and I realized just how hardy that tree was. It's branches had kept the main trunk off the ground so it remained mostly dry and the years had seasoned it. Cedar is probably the most aromatic of all trees and this one still retained its distinctive woodsy aroma. For the past couple of years I have continued to cut small pieces ( and a few larger ones ) from the trunk. It seems none the worse for wear. A few of the larger pieces I cut into round slabs and used them as bushcraft projects making small campfire tables that can also double as a stool.

In this video you will see how I used ordinary tools to build these. I also used the collapsible DIY bow saw I recently made and you can see how it assembles and is used. I've made a couple of bushcraft spoons recently along with a spatula, but I wanted to make a set of camp cooking tongs. You'll see how I managed to do that in this video as well.

I've learned the hard way how dangerous a dull knife, or any cutting tool, can be. Sharpening a knife to a razors edge can be time consuming and there are differing ways to accomplish this. Seems everyone has their own tried and true, and some not so effective, methods to sharpen a knife. Through trial and error I've learned what works for me and in this video you will see how I manage this process.

Hope you enjoy this short bushcraft video. It was a lot of fun making it and doing all the crafty things in the process.

Beyond The Campfire Bushcraft - Building a Campfire Chair

 Even from an early age I've possessed a fascination with things rustic. Way back when I was in grammar school I read a true story about a man sometime in the late 1800's, who spent an extended time alone in the wilderness taking with him absolutely nothing...no clothes, no tools, no blankets, nothing. He made a bet with a friend saying he could survive for several months (I don't remember the exact length of time) with nothing. His friend thought he was crazy but went along with the bet and dropped him off on the edge of the deep woods. All he wore that day was a bathrobe which he promptly tossed back to his friend and trotted off into the woods. The story chronicled how he survived...which he did...and he met his friend at the same drop off point on the designated day months later, strong, healthy, and ready to collect on his bet. That story altered the course of a young boy's life, where the natural world suddenly became something big, exciting, and wonderful, a place to explore and to find adventure, and over the years I've spent countless hours canoeing, fishing, hiking, camping, exploring the wonders of the natural world,...all be it, fully clothed I might add.

In recent months I've embarked on several photographic projects, the most current being Adventure Photography - The Art of Being There, where I explored the natural world near my home and captured it on video and photographs.  It's still an ongoing project and you can watch the video's on this blog, however I've kicked off a new project where I use in the field skills to create and use rustic things from the natural world...Bushcraft, it's called...and I have a lot of ideas and excitement about this project. Although photography will be a part of this adventure, it is more about being there to enjoy what nature has to offer. 

The first project is making a Campfire Chair using a few simple and basic tools. It was a fun project. So please enjoy this video of the process I used to create this unique and useful campfire chair.

The Making of A Black and White Photograph

(An article originally posted on the Sunny Sixteen Camera Club Media Page: https://sunnysixteencameraclub.blogspot.com/2022/01/the-making-of-black-and-white-photo.html)

What makes a good black and white photo? It's not such an easy question to answer because black and white photos encompass a wide variety of subtle and subjective characteristics. Personally I love black and white. Color has its place and can present a powerful mood generating image. However, black and white allows for the removal of the distraction of color to focus more on subject and story. It becomes a graphic representation of what is captured, not an exact reproduction, but something that at once captures the essence of the subject yet allows the creative instincts of the photographer to interpret the story.

Story. I could write 20 articles about the photographic story and still not cover all of it. Story is key in a black and white photograph. It represents what was important to the photographer at that precise moment. It connects what happened before, to the moment now, through to what will happen. It allows the viewer to understand what the image is about. This of course can apply to all forms of photography, but in black and white, story is a must and it should be clear and to the point. Story is told through the composition and the elements within the composition should be kept to a minimum and obtain just enough information to clearly identify the story. Too much clutter confuses the story. Its probably better to have too little than too much. A minimalist approach can often provide a wonderful story. The capture interpretation is up to the photographer and how he / she visualizes the finished image can make or break the image.

There are two examples illustrated here. The first one above is a classic black and white interpretation where bold light and contrast is used to good effect. The second one is much more subtle and softer, yet it retains all the same elements as the first one. 

Let's look at those elements. In black and white, contrast is a key component. One thing to keep in mind is that most black and white images will run the range of tonal values from almost completely black to almost completely white with varying degrees of gray tones across the story line. Although these two images are quite different in nature, they still contain a full range of tonal values.

Composition is, as with all photographs, very important. The same principles apply. Things like Rule of Thirds, Point of Interest, and Light all add to the flavor of the black and white image. Look at the top image. Notice how light is used here. Taken at dusk, there was just enough ambient light to capture some background detail without overpowering the image. The light from the candle lantern illuminates the snow that has gathered on top of the small table. Some additional off camera light brings out the detail in the end-woodgrain of the table, and the hatchet handle reflects some of the light provided by the candle lantern. All these things provide separation of the elements within the story. The hatchet provides an action-taken element. The snow identifies time of year. The table offers a rustic flavor. The overall scene tells the story of a winter campsite.

The second image, a mirror image created to represent a reflection, was taken during a morning of heavy fog which almost completely obscured the tree and its surrounding terrain. The exposure turned the background almost white, yet hinted that something was floating around through the subtle nature of the soft gray effect. It's a simple story with soft, subtle elements, yet a very pleasing capture of a moment in time.

So what kinds of subject matter translate well into black and white. Personally, I favor big sky images, especially panoramic big skies. When shot using a polarizer, the contrast of the sky and clouds can be quite dramatic. Care should be taken to retain texture in the clouds when setting up your exposure, and you should always include something of interest in the foreground. 

Another of my favorites are dark ominous clouds. These can be tricky to capture, but when captured as a panoramic, they are quite dramatic. 

Snow is another great subject for black and white, but it can be tricky to capture. Auto exposures will almost certainly turn a bright white snow gray. 

It's just the nature of how the camera's auto exposure is made which wants to move white to a middle tone 18% gray value. Usually, snow requires from +1 to +2 stops of exposure compensation, but this is very subjective and sometimes something less will also work. What to avoid is flat 18% gray or blown out no detail white. It can be tricky and the right combination is often a subtle blend of whites and grays.

Flat 18% Gray Snow

Overexposed Snow

Most of my black and white photos were converted from color images. 

Most of the ones I converted were taken specifically for that purpose. Although post processing is 

important when it comes to creating a finished photo, that subject is well outside the intent of this article. I will say I use Silver Effex for my black and white conversion process, but there are numerous Lightroom and PhotoShop black and white conversion software addon's available. Lightroom and PhotoShop alone will do a credible job of creating a black and white conversion.

What makes a good black and white photograph? Well, I've only touched the surface of it here. Hopefully, this will give you some idea of how to approach this amazing form of photography. Thinking in terms of black and white while photographing the world around you can open creative opportunities and contribute a great deal to your photographic enjoyment.

Coming Soon! ... Another New Series! - Beyond the Campfire Bushcraft

 The Adventure Photography Series has been an exciting and fun project...and I will continue to pursue adventure opportunities as the seasons progress. Coming this year, 2022, I will be starting another new series that may prove to be the most fun of all. Beyond the Campfire - Bushcraft. 

I will be getting back to my roots where I'll be spending time outdoors, camping, canoeing, fishing, and creating fun bushcraft type projects. Things like building a camp chair using only a small axe and some chord.  Making a portable rustic bow saw. Primitive camping with a canvas tarp leanpee. Starting a fire using flint and steel and char-cloth along with/or using a ferrocerium (ferro for short) stick and striker, and some good old fashion roughing it easy camp cooking...plus other bushcraft style projects.

We'll combine camping, canoeing, backpacking skills with photography and spend meaningful time outdoors capturing and experiencing nature at her best. That's what Beyond the Campfire was originally all about and starting this season we're heading back to the basics. So strap on your hiking boots and come along for the journey as we explore, photograph, and experience nature beyond the campfire.

Two Adventure Photography video's

 Shanty Hollow - Part 4 - Winter Woodlands

Snow in Kentucky can be a hit and miss opportunity. Most winters the south central part of the state gets only a token or two of snow days. Sometimes, we get more, and sometimes we actually get what I call a mini blizzard. The first week of January saw one of those mini blizzards wrap itself around Shanty Hollow and I loved it. So for part of one day, then a few days later, for the entire day, I was able to get out and track through this beautiful and enchanting location ... in the snow. (Additional Shanty Hollow videos listed below)

Ancient Migration: Photographing Sandhill Cranes

Sandhill cranes are one of the most amazing migratory birds. The largest migration route takes across the central plains and into Nebraska where several hundred thousand of this fascinating birds congregate. A smaller, yet still impressive migration occurs a bit further east where 30,000 to 40,000 Sandhills make a stop over near Seymour, Indiana which is but a few hours drive from my home. I've managed to make it up there a few time across the past few years and have captured a lot of video and still photo's from those outings. This video is a compilation of those efforts. Please enjoy "Ancient Migration: Photographing Sandhill Cranes".

Additional footage: Shanty Hollow Part 1

Shanty Hollow Part 2

Shanty Hollow Part 3

Soaring Amongst the Stars: What an Unforgettable Night

 Daytime temperatures hovered around 70 degrees, unseasonable to say the least for the first of December, and the blanket of air that arched across the daytime sky was a piercing clear blue. But as the sun settled behind the western ridge, those temps began to drop and the blanket of blue became a crisp and clean ebony universe filled with more stars than I have ever seen, their unexpected brilliance and shimmering nature uplifted my spirits and as I gazed upward through the canopy of trees that arch over my campsite, I felt as though I was being drawn high to join them amongst their lofty domain.

This adventure photography series I've been pacing through the past few months has brought me into contact with some incredible moments. The idea behind the series is simply about "The Experience of Being There"... to encounter nature through the eyes and heart of a photographer's mind set. But, it is more than that. It's actually more about the experience than the photographs. The photographs only serve to document the moments and their impact falls well short of the emotional influence generated by placing yourself inside an uncommon outdoor situation.

That single night camping out under the stars became an iconic moment within the Adventure Photography realm. I backpacked once again into my favorite location within the backcountry of Mammoth Cave National Park...The Bluffs. My intent was to do less photography and more just camping and relaxing. But I knew the evening was soon to fall upon me and the forecast was for a dark, clear night. With that in mind, I set about finding locations around my campsite that would offer a good field of view through the trees for some time lapse sequence photography. 

As the evening fell, a thin remnant of clouds began to glow above the distant ridge and shortly after, the sky rapidly grew dark and the stars began to wink into life. The first points of light were the planets Venus and Jupiter, two very bright lights to the southwest that hovered just above the ridge on the other side of the deep ravine below where I was camping. Shortly after Jupiter and Venus came into view, Saturn blinked to life almost perfectly evenly position between the two others. The three of them created a 45 degree arch across the darkening sky. Before long, thousands of other stars came into view, some brighter, some pin points, some with a fuzzy glow around them, some white, some bluish, some yellow in hue. Their seemingly random placement across the sky appeared to have a planned artistic symmetry applied to their placement with in the canvas of the night.

The tall trees surrounding me extended their reach upwards as though somehow knowing they added to the majestic nature of this incredible starry night. The first time lapse took close to 2 hours to complete, 200 15 second exposures taken at 20 second intervals. A quick look revealed that my campfire had provided an extra element to the scene by its flickering flames illuminating nearby tree trunks. 

The next two sequences were shorter, 150 20 second exposures taken 25 seconds apart. It too revealed a remarkable song of light arching across the night sky with the canopy of trees providing a guiding arm to their movements.

By 10pm, the constellation Orion came into view rising above the ridgeline. It is perhaps my favorite of all the constellations as it is big, bold, and bright especially on a clean and clear night like this one. With the naked eye one can see the Orion Nebula glowing as the middle star of the hunters sword. My goodness, it was so bright and clean, the sight of it was an experience of profound dimensions. 

I set up my camera pointing toward this collection of stars...same exposure values...and fired off the sequence. As the intervalometer triggered each image one by one, I crawled into my sleeping bag under a simple tarp strung between two trees. 

Time was taken to make a journal entry as the thoughts were fresh on my mind...and I dozed off to the rhythmic clicking of the camera and the yelps and howls of a pack of coyotes.

It must have been because the camera stopped firing off that awakened me. I crawled back into the brisk night air and gazed upwards again. There are no words than can describe the sight. No moon was out, yet the stars were so bright, faint shadows were being cast by their light. The sky simply glowed with starlight, like a symphony, the musical tones of their performance was almost more than I could absorb. I no longer felt the coolness of the night air, warmed instead by a sight so indescribably beautiful, it all but brought a tear to my eyes.

I repositioned the camera, reset the intervalometer, and fired off another sequence. Reluctantly, I crawled back into my sleeping bag under the tarp. The warmth it provided calmed my emotions and I simply laid there listening to the clicking of the camera every 25 seconds and the occasional howl of coyotes was joined in chorus by several owls hooting through the night. I do believe they were also in awe of this special edition of the night sky.

I must have dozed off again briefly, but before long the camera stopped clicking as its sequence was complete. One more excursion into the night air...one more long view through the canopy of trees...one more long gaze at the most perfect night sky I've ever witnessed. The visions generated by that moment, haunted me throughout the evening as sleep became a rare event and only around 4AM did I finally doze off. When I awoke, daylight was upon me once again.

A much better story teller writer possibly could describe the feeling of the night in a way as to truly capture the essence of the moment. Although, I'm not so sure really anyone could fully describe the impact it had on me. I've spent may hours over the years photographing the night sky and from time to time encountered dark and brilliant nights. None compared to this one. It was truly an Unforgettable Night. One in which my spirit was lifted high into the realm of the stars, and I felt as though I soared amongst them.