Saga of the Glass Ball: How a Rare Japanese Fishing Net Flotation Device Created Havoc

 The few years I spent in the United States Coast Guard provided me with numerous memories and adventures. Some of those adventures became iconic, somewhat demanding moments for my young adult life. Others provided a measure of comic relief that helped to define my time at Station Umpqua River. One of the most comical all started with an attempted recovery of a rare, hand blown, Japanese fishing net glass ball flotation device, an attempt that spiraled into a near disaster.

Back in 1974, glass balls were pretty rare and prized collector items. Some of them had been floating around the Pacific for decades. They are even more rare today. Back then a beachcomber could occasionally run across one as it rolled up on the beach through the surf. They ranged in size from small ones about the size of a baseball, up to larger ones as big as a basketball. Sometimes they would even retain a portion of the netting that encapsulated them. They were used to keep fishing nets afloat.

I never found one, but managed to get caught up in an incident of someone trying to retrieve one. Back then, our station still operated with a rather large and cumbersome communications system that included a bulky switchboard and a 1940's era teletype. All of the stations up and down the coast were connected via their own communication lines, Telephone Lines. This, of course, was pre-digital, pre-cell phones, pre-laptop computers, and way before Internet email was even thought of. Everything was still analog. Those Coast Guard telephone lines were serviced by technicians known as TT's or Telephone Technicians. As old as it was, it worked and worked well...most of the time.

One day two TT's drove up in their 4x4 Ford pickup. Somewhere along those communication lines there was some kind of issue they needed to check out and do some maintenance on. They checked in with us to verify that we'd be available to provide some assistance should it be required and of course we were. For them to gain access to those lines, they had to drive along beach. Well about an hour later our phone rang and it turned out to be them. They had climbed one of the line poles, tapped into the line, and dialed our station number. The conversation went something like this.

"Hey, we need a little help out here..we are...uh. sort of stuck in the sand. Can you bring your 4x4 truck down here and pull us out?"

"Yeah...I guess we can.."

"Can you sort of hurry up...we need you down here as quickly as you can get here."

Me and one or two other guys jumped into our big ole Ford 4x4 that had one of those high powered PTO (Power Take Off) winches mounted on the front bumper and headed out. A few miles down the beach we found them and what we saw caused us to wonder in amazement as to how they got themselves into the predicament they were in.

 Their truck wasn't just stuck, it was sitting on the edge of the surge and waves were washing all around it. It was buried all the way up to its frame in the sand...and the tide was coming in. Waves were already washing all around it. Their story went something along this line.

"Well, we were driving along when I saw a large glass ball roll up on one of the waves, so I told my partner to stop so I could get out and retrieve it. Well...he didn't stop, he just turned toward it and pulled up next to where it was rolling around. I jumped out, grabbed it, jumped back in and he tried to backout but stalled the truck. Before he could get it started, a big wave rolled in and flooded the engine and...well, now we're really stuck."

After we stopped rolling around on the beach laughing, we hauled the winch cable out to their truck wading thru knee deep water and hooked it to their back bumper. Problem was, they were so buried in the sand, we could not pull them out. Instead, with nothing to anchor on, we were pulling our truck toward them. We tried to pull them off by taking slack out of the line and bumping them free by backing up. No good. After several unsuccessful attempts, we got on the radio and called the station. One of the guys there drove a 4x4 Blazer with a winch and we had him come out to give us another vehicle.

By the time he arrived, the tide had rolled in a good ways and there were literally breakers crashing over the hood. We managed to hook up his winch, but even with two vehicles, we still could not break them loose. We were really in a fix. Nothing we tried worked. About that time, a third vehicle drove up and the driver got out to offer some assistance. With three vehicles using three winches, we still were unable to break them loose. By this time the tide had really rolled in, but we noticed that every time a wave hit the truck, it looked like it tried to float it a few inches. So we took a different approach. 

We had the two outer vehicles place tension on their winches, and we let out a few inches of slack with our 4x4. When a wave tried to float the stuck truck, I hit the clutch and snapped pulled in reversed. After four or five attempts we managed to pull them out of the sand and roll them up to high ground.

We towed them back to the station where the mechanics removed the carburetor and dried it out, pulled all the plugs and dried them off and blew air thru the alternator to dry it out and low and behold, the truck fired off first time. The two TT's thanked us and drove off with the glass ball in hand.

The story does not end there. A week or so later, I had to go down to the Group office down at Coos Bay for a reason I have long ago forgotten. Inside the building there were offices along the perimeter with a few cubicles in the center. As I walked thru, I ran into those two TT's and rather matter of factly asked them out loud if they had been chasing glass balls and getting stuck anytime lately. Both of them motioned for me to be quiet and not to speak about that incident especially inside the Group office...seems they never told anyone about how they got stuck and why.

From time to time, I will run across a glass ball inside an antique store. Just the sight of one of those iconic relics brings back that comical memory of how a rare Japanese fishing net flotation device created havoc for two TT's.

 

Photographing Pieces of History

 I've love photographing history. Doing so requires not only photographic skill, it requires a solid grasp of the historical significance of what you are photographing. Putting the two together in a meaningful photograph is a challenge, especially one that serves to hold within its frame what that significance represents.

So what classifies as a photograph of history. Well, it can take many directions depending on the photographers interest. For me, it includes such things as vintage cars, airplanes, locations, and even old barns. Some of the most meaningful historical photographs for me include vintage aircraft. I love their form, their performance, their connection to events, and their connection to our personal lives. Capturing them beyond simple snapshots of one sitting on a tarmac requires you look at the photographic solution from beyond the ordinary. 

Using artificial lighting can transform their appearance. But it takes more than that. It requires placing your camera in a position that captures not only the form, but in such a way as to bring to life their performance. Aircraft were designed to fly and your photograph should capture them in such a way to represent that unique element. 

Their are so many angles from which to capture their history. I am so thankful for the organizations that restore and maintain vintage aircraft.

Vintage cars are perhaps my second most favorite piece of history to photograph. Not unlike aircraft, vintage cars retain that same style and form that is so indelibly ingrained into our collective memories. American cars of course are my favorite because so many of them I grew up with and around and even drove at one time or another. I love old cars. They not only possess unique shapes and forms, they represent pieces of history we all lived through and can appreciate.

Oddly enough, even things like old barns are perhaps my third favorite type of historical photograph. Many barns are well over 100 years old and they can be found across almost any rural area. Some are still in good shape, many are falling down, but each possess their own unique contribution to the historical landscape.

The setting in which they reside enhances their historical impact. Often I will be driving around and out of the corner of my eye catch an image of an old barn tucked away into the base of a hillside across a field. I love that kind of scene.

Included within the realm of old barns as historical photographs are old homesteads and homes. 

Their settings often reflect that sense of place, the kind of places that reside deep within our mind and heart. The kind of place where most of us wish we could reside.

Sometimes looking through the barn becomes the photograph. It is those simple yet rustically powerful images all of us have seen at one time or another. Lighting of course makes all the difference. one cannot help but wonder what kind of history has played out within and around these old barns. When they were first built, they were someone's dream, and now possibly 100 years or more later, that dream has played out across time to enhance our personal vision of what the rustic world represents.

Photographing pieces of history can elevate your appreciation of the subjects you are encountering. Thinking of them as pieces of history opens your personal vision of how to capture them toward new and unique creations.

 

 Finally managed to put together a 3 day, end to end solo canoe camping trip. It was something I've been planning for almost 3 years. For the past several months the weather just has not cooperated. Lots of storms, rain, wind, and high lake levels prevented me from getting out. My campsites were flooded because the lake was up to 16 feet above its normal summer pool level and it took a good month for it to drop back down.

This past week, the winds moderated, the lake level was once again at its normal level, my campsites were high and dry, and the hot and muggy summer weather cooled down to a comfortable 83 to 85 degrees. For three days I paddled and camped. the weather was beautiful and I enjoyed a long and challenging trip. Please enjoy this simple video about the trip.

Running The Edge - Available Now On Amazon.com

 AVAILABLE NOW ON AMAZON.COM - It's been a long time in the making and gone through numerous iterations, changes, improvements, development, but it's finally here; my first published Novel. A great deal of work went into its writing, an effort that literally spanned across years.

Running The Edge is a story about redemption, an action packed saga played out across an epic setting where two people struggle to overcome personal challenges as they run the edge of their emotions while they run the edge of danger.

thanx

Keith

What to do When the Weather Don't Cooperate

2024 has been a frustrating season. Certainly one of the wettest seasons we've seen around here in a while. I had all kinds of plans to get out and do some canoe camping and make an end to end adventure on Barren River Lake (BRL). But...mother nature had other plans.

First of all, a while back we received something like 17 inches of rain stretched over a two week period causing BRL to rise to over 16 feet above its normal summer pool level. This effectively delayed my planned end to end trip as the few camp locations I planned on using were all underwater.

Eventually, the lake level was lowered to less than a foot above its normal level, but by this time the summer heat had kicked off in earnest with scorching highs and sweltering humidity thrown in. Plus we've had a lot more wind this year than normal too. Between these events, scattered thunderstorms seemed to roll in about every other day, again circumventing my being able to get out.

So...what's a guy to do. I have managed a couple of day trips, one a seven mile trip on BRL with a buddy of mine. That was one of the few days when the wind was not so bad. I also made an afternoon trip with my neighbor when we took his yet untried new kayak over to Shanty Hollow lake. I have also been getting out with my camera some and I've also been working on a few projects. One project was to repair/upgrade my canoe seat back. It sort of cracked on me last time out and I had to reconstruct part of the frame and cannibalized parts from the original to rebuild it.

Along the edge of my backyard a stretch of blackberries are beginning to ripen so I've spent some time picking through them, a hand full at a time. In that same area a few spiders found a place to spin a web.

As of the last few days we've again received several inches of rain which has raised the BRL level another foot or so. I still plan on making that planned end to end trip on BRL, but it just might have to wait a bit longer, maybe until early fall. Anyway, I'll be taking a few pictures and getting prepared for when mother nature decides to settle down. See ya out there.

Know Your Territory - Being In The Right Place at the Right Time

 Many times I have adhered to an old Dewitt Jones axiom "Be willing to place yourself at the point of greatest potential". As a nature photographer I try to follow that bit of wisdom on a regular basis because capturing exceptional photographs requires I make exceptional efforts to capture exceptional quality light. There are a number of things that help that process along, one of the most important is to know your territory. By doing so you automatically create a ready resource of potential opportunity to be in the right place at the right time.

Just the other day I applied that theory to a spur-of-the-moment photo outing and managed to stumble into a fantastic photographic moment. The week had been quite summer-like with hot temperatures and high humidities along with a lot of clear skies and sun. Photo ops were limited as a result. However, by late afternoon on that one day the sky became filled with broken clouds some rising to great heights and carried with them textures and drama that serve a photographer's purpose.

I had just recently replaced my malfunctioning main camera with a new-to-me new-used camera upgrade and had not yet taken it out on a real photoshoot. Stepping outside I recognized the potential for the sky conditions and headed out. I have a good grasp of my home territory not only in the lay of the land, but in the season as well and with it being close to mid-June I was pretty sure there would be a wheat field or two still standing and I had just the place in mind.

I took about twenty-five minutes to make the drive and as I was heading over that way, I noticed the darkened sky to the southwest clearly indicating a thunder head was forming and possibly moving in my direction. Although I was not sure if there would be a standing wheat field where I was going, I knew it did not really matter as the location provides a rolling landscape bordered by wooded areas. As I rolled around the last curving rise leading up to the area, a bit of luck was with me for spread out across this undulating landscape was a beautiful golden field of wheat. Just beyond it the sinister darkness of a summer thunder head loomed across the sky and the wheat field was still filled with golden light from the late afternoon sun.

I pulled into a now familiar widespot off the country road offering a high vantage point overlooking the wheat field. I had to work quickly for the storm was rapidly approaching and that golden light across the field would soon be gone. A dozen or so quick captures along with a series of vertical overlapping images for panoramic stitching shots, and the storm closed in and with it the light disappeared. Five minutes was all I had to capture the moment, but those five minutes offered just enough time and quality light, I knew I had been in the right place at the right time.

Knowing your territory and the potential of a location is key to placing yourself in the right place. Reading the conditions and having a solid grasp of the capabilities of the camera provided the right combination of being able to capture place, conditions, and light. Sometimes luck plays a roll, most time though, intuition and experience will often rule the day.

A Short Day on Nolin Lake + Another Hilarious Zippo Lighter Moment

 Spent a few hours up on Kentucky's Nolin Lake exploring the Dog Creek Recreation Area and canoeing the Dog Creek arm of the lake. With temperatures only reaching up to 78 for the day, light breezes, and blue skies it was an almost perfect day to be out on the lake. Managed to see two Bald Eagles and other wildlife. Being a short day I only covered about 6 miles, but it was an enjoyable first day canoeing on Nolin Lake.

As part of this feature, another Zippo Lighter moment is included. It is by far the most hilarious misadventure moment within the annals of all the Zippo Lighter Moments that occured way back around 1989 or 1990 on a backpacking trip into the Ponca Wilderness Area inside Arkansas' Buffalo National River area.

Please join me on another summertime canoe outing and the telling of a classic Zippo Lighter Moment.