ESTABLISHED 2010 - Beyond The Campfire was created to encourage readers to explore the great outdoors and to observe it close up. Get out and take a hike, go fishing or canoeing, or simply stretch out on a blanket under a summer sky...and take your camera along. We'll talk about combining outdoor activities with photography. We'll look at everything from improving your understanding of the basics of photography to more advanced techniques including things likehow to see photographically and capturing the light. We'll explore the night sky, location shoots, using off camera speedlights along with nature and landscape. Grab your camera...strap on your hiking boots...and join me. I think you will enjoy the adventure.
It is fascinating to me how an aroma.or a simple sound can trigger nostalgic memories from years ago. There is one sound that has over the years become an iconic trigger of memories for me...the clink and zip of a Zippo Lighter.
Whenever I hear those two combinations I am taken back into a world from my past when my old friend Ralph became not just a friend, nor a mentor, but a creator of memories. He used his old Zippo Lighter to fire off his classic pipe that was always with him on every outdoor adventure we shared. The sound of him flipping it open...clink...then spinning the spark ignitor...zip...and the sweet aroma from the smoke drifting from his pipe...well, at the time I did not realize it, but those moments became ingrained as anchors to cherished memories from those days afield.
Zippo Light Moments will be a series of short videos where I remember back to those early days afield with my good friends Ralph, Rocky, Curtis and my brother Ken as we explored the adventures of the outdoors...and how Ralph's old Zippo Lighter and pipe became the point of reference for all of those memories.
So join me as we take a look back. First up is a classic moment I call 'When Nature Wins'.
Exploring nature from a canoe offers an almost endless volume of opportunities. Even familiar locations can provide new levels of insight and photographic moments with every visit and every entry into your canoeing log, higher levels of insight and revelations from the natural world provide the words and storylines. It is no secret I love black and white photography and Ansel Adams is my best inspiration with each framing of scenic value I make. Thursday May 16th became another Ansel Adams kind of day as I once again loaded my canoe and worked my way along the tall bluffs that stretched toward the blue skies and soft rounded clouds.
Wind has always been my worst enemy when it comes to canoeing. So, when a day presents itself with light and variable breezes, clearing blue skies stretched with formations of summer clouds, and a desire to et out, well, it's just almost inevitable I'll find a way to spend the day with paddle in hand and my venerable Old Town canoe gliding across the calm waters.
The day started out rather overcast but the forecast indicated partly cloudy skies by mid-day and through the afternoon. Air temperatures hovered in the upper 60's when I shoved off with indications the temps would rise into the low 80's by early afternoon. The partly cloudy skies was what intrigued me as they will often provide wonderful Ansel Adams style photo opportunities.
I also took advantage of the moment to introduce my first official "Zippo Lighter Moment" with a video clip I captured as I glided along. Zippo Lighter Moments are personal outdoor adventure memories from my past and are intended to secure the memory of my good friend Ralph who is the inspiration for these stories. He and his old pipe and Zippo lighter became iconic anchors tied to many stories and served to place emphasis on each one. The stories are so connected to his old Zippo Lighter and Pipe combination that every time I hear the 'clink...zip...' of a zippo lighter being fired off, well...the memories of all those countless moments flood back to life. (Working on a short Zippo Lighter Moment video...so stay tuned.)
Ralph fishing Honobia Creek
Across the day I ran into and talked with several Old-Timer personalities briefly sharing a few moments of insight as part of the beautiful day. Three guys were fishing from the bank where I put in and about five miles later where I turned around I ran into three other old-timers fishing from a private boat dock. Moments such as those offer special anchor points for any given trip by providing a unique moment in time that can be attached to the day.
As the day progressed the Ansel Adams opportunities became more alive and I found myself catching glimpses and angles and landscapes that clearly spoke to me saying.."take this one...".
Through the day I ran across several wildlife moments. I spotted an immature bald eagle soar overhead and dive into the water to grab a fish and then a few moments later I spotted him sitting on a bare branch not 25 yards from me, but as is so often the case, I had the wrong lens attached to my camera and by the time I swapped it out, well...off he flew. But just seeing him so close was reward enough.
Later on I drifted toward a small waterfall and near its base an otter climbed out of the water and scurried up the incline. Countless herons protested my presence, and a couple of Osprey's provided a distant accent to the wildlife moments. Never got a single photo of any of them. But, that is just fine as I have the memory of greeting them on this day.
Turned out to be very good day on the water as I paddled almost exactly 10 miles...it felt like a lot more for some reason. Needless to say, I'll be doing this again soon and hopefully if I can secure three good days of weather and wind in a row, I will be making an end to end canoe trip on the lake, a distance of about 40 miles with day two covering almost 20 of them.
Yeah, it was another Ansel Adams kind of day on the lake and yeah...I do love taking black and white photographs. thanx for the inspiration Ansel.
Strong storms blew through Kentucky in recent days dumping a lot of rain across the landscape. After dodging strong winds and heavy downpours my first instinct was to head up to Shanty Hollow and hike into the waterfall ravine which was sure to be flowing at full throttle.
I was not disappointed. The morning was still overcast which made for that soft diffused light photographers always crave and is best suited for a place like Shanty Hollow. Although I have witnessed the waterfall flowing at a high pitch in the past, this day's flow was certainly well inside the top five flows I've encountered there.
Shanty Hollow always offers a wonderful respite...so come along with me as we hike into Shanty Hollows waterfall ravine. Please enjoy...'After the Storm.'
Day 1 was characterised by troublesome headwinds. Oh it was a great outing for the first canoe day of the 2024 season, but by the end of that first day I was pretty tired. Ended up paddling just shy of 11 miles on that first outing, so on day two I opted for a more leisurely 5 to 6 miles and did more fishing along the way. Those 5 to 6 miles lead into an area I had not paddled before and I discovered some amazing bluffs and beautiful skies. The wind moderated on day two to light and variable making the trip all the more relaxing.
Photography became the main emphasize on day two as the skies were characterised by high wispy clouds against a dark blue backdrop. When combined with the scenic value of the tall bluffs, well...Ansel Adams would have recognized the photographic moments.
A few days after Day 2, I made a third outing to explore that new area in more depth and distance. It became a day of discovery, so as part of this video, I've included some bonus footage from that amazing float. Come and Join me, Beyond the Campfire, as I continue my exploration by canoe of Kentucky's Barren River Lake.
The weather for 2024 here in Kentucky has been an up and down experience. I've been chomping at the bit to load up my canoe and head out for a first outing, but the wind this season has been rather troublesome causing me to delay that first outing. This past week the wind moderated enough to allow me to give it a try. As it turned out, what was forecast fell a bit short of what was experienced.
Five to ten wind speeds was what the weatherman said. Low enough to be manageable but could still present a few issues, but none so big as to cause another postponement, so I loaded up the canoe and headed over to Barren River Lake. My launching off spot was 'The Narrows' and I headed north up the lake planning on doing maybe eight or maybe ten miles or so. At first the winds were light, but as the day progressed, the wind kicked up well beyond what was forecast. By the time the winds became bothersome, I was well into my trip and managed to cover some distance beyond what I had managed in previous trips. By the time I reached the Beaver Creek camping area, I planned on paddling a bit further up the lake, but at that point the lake narrowed significantly enough to compress the wind squeezing it between the heights on either side creating a wind tunnel effect and I could make no further headway.
Murphy's Canoeing Law suggests that no matter what direction you are paddling, the wind is almost certain to be in your face. Most of the way back I struggled against those headwinds but managed to complete the circuit covering almost 11 miles...not bad for a first outing. Needless to say, I was pretty worn out.
The next day proved itself a far better day as the winds lay down to become light and variable and I managed to make a leisurely 5 mile float through a part of the lake I had never paddled before where magnificent bluffs, calm waters, high wispy clouds created an Ansel Adams kind of day. The story of day two will be posted soon...but for now, please enjoy this video about my first day out canoeing in 2024.
Coming soon after the Day 2 post, I will be making another overnighter, then shortly after that, I'll be doing what is possibly the most ambitious flat water canoe trip I've ever attempted. That trip will be a three day, end to end paddle of the lake covering close to 40 miles with the second day covering almost 20 miles. Just need the weather to cooperate, but I am up to the challenge and looking forward to the attempt, so stay tuned...
For a good number of years now I have enjoyed photographing Sandhill Cranes. A few thousand of them migrate through Kentucky and will winter over around Barren River Lake. Photographing them has been hit and miss the last several years as their patterns have changed somewhat. However, there is a location about a three hour drive from where I live where somewhere between 30,000 and 40,000 Sandhills winter over. That location has provided numerous photographic opportunities to capture these amazing birds.
Not far from Seymour Indiana are thousands of acres of farmland where soy and corn and wheat are grown. These fields provide an abundant source of food for the migrating Sandhills and late December and well into January it is possible to find huge flights of Sandhills using these and other surrounding fields. On one remarkable outing a few years ago, I encountered an estimated 30,000 (probably more) of them and spent an entire day from before sunrise to after sunset photographing them. Although I managed to capture hundreds of photographs that day, a single image captures the essence of the experience. I call the image Sandhill Cranes at Sundown. Here is the story of how the photograph was captured.
A week or so into January 2020, word came down that a huge flight of Sandhill Cranes had been using the fields west of Seymour for the past couple of months and I made plans to journey up there and hoped to capture a few good images. My plan was to leave very early, about 2:30ish AM so I could be on location before sunrise and maybe capture images and video of the morning flight off their roosting area. I did not know for sure what to expect, but with a sleep deprived fog hovering around my eyes I headed out that morning and arrived a little while before official sunrise. The sky was overcast at that time, but forecast indicated partly cloudy skies as the day progressed.
Only a few minutes passed after I had pulled into an area I could park off the road, an area about midway across a large expanse of cornstubble, when I stepped out of my Jeep to survey the situation. Within a minute or so, I heard the high pitched, chattering roar of thousands of Cranes lifting off their roost probably less than a mile from where I was.
I grabbed my Nikon camera that I often use for shooting video, and made a quick exposure adjustment. The light was very low, but I simply pointed the camera hand held toward the rising cloud of Cranes and followed them as they flew overhead. I was simply awestruck at the sight. In the past I had witnessed several thousand snow geese rise like that and even had seen a couple thousand Sandhills rise over near Barren River Lake, but nothing prepared me for what was playing out in front of me at that moment. I simply cannot put what happened into words, so I'll let the video speak for itself.
It seemed to take half the morning for all the birds to pass over, but eventually they did, but it was not long after the sun came up they began to return in huge numbers and set down in the corn fields. I spent pretty much all day driving around the area looking for photo ops and managed to shoot hundreds of photos and shot a great deal of video footage as well that was eventually placed into a BTC video production called, Ancient Migration.
By mid-afternoon many of the cranes had exited the area with just a few stragglers hanging around. The cloud cover was broken and as the sun lowered toward sunset, I realized there would be a magnificent sunset to end this already incredible day. I hoped the Cranes would return before then and head back to the same roost from which they lifted off that morning. As the day began to wain, there were but a few Cranes drifting by, but maybe 20 minutes of so before sundown, the Cranes began to return. Wave after wave of them drifted over my location and I began to shoot photos and video wishing I could clone myself into a group of three people to capture everything that seemed to happening all at once.
One large group flew across the fields and headed directly into the setting sun, and I fired off several photos. Most of the images were shot at f/22, 1/3200 of a second shutter, ISO 200, and 500mm, using a 10 frame/sec burst, from a tripod. I thought my camera was going to wearout from all the shooting. I had no idea if I was capturing anything of value, I simply fired off photo after photo and captured video footage as I could.
Eventually, although Cranes were still flying, it grew too dark to capture anything and I called it a day and began the 3 hour journey home. It wasn't until the next day I was able to truly see what my camera held and I was simply overwhelmed by the footage. It was truly a remarkable day afield and this single image, as pleased as I am with the results, does not come close to capturing just how awe inspiring that single day afield truly was.
It was a productive fall and winter with several canoeing trips and backpacking trips. The last couple of months I've been in a holding pattern as I wait for the seasonable weather to settle down.
Looking forward to the new canoeing season for 2024. I've got several local adventures planned including an end to end multi-day trip on Barren River Lake, Exploring Nolin Lake among others, some underwater photography on Trammel Creek and Long Creek...plus other overnighter and single day trips.
Hope you join me as Beyond the Campfire sets off on another season...Here's a quick preview and look back...
