After a grueling near vertical hike (1.8 miles elevation gain 3.200’) I think I arrived it was new to me. Actually my first true hike on the Olympic Peninsular, everything else prior to this were mire strolls. My arrival was pretty anticlimactic, a mostly still frozen lake with tall pine tree line shores and low, low clouds just above the pine tops. As I explored the area it began to snow. Within in minutes I was in a white out, I located my poncho and covered my backpack resting against a log. My windbreaker shell was fairly water resistant, it was spring and these mountain squall usually don’t last. Sure enough in less than a half hour the snow stopped as quickly as it had begun, but the cloud cover persisted. I had already setup my tripod in an approximate location for an image weather permitting. For some reason I went directly to my 4x5 field camera and began setting it up. Not my usual modus operandi, I usually scout composition with my 35mm outfit. I don’t know what made me change here under these conditions, either hope or instinct? I just don’t know. With the camera setup for a vertical composition, I slipped beneath the dark cloth and began preparing for an exposure, even with half to one third the composition enveloped in cloud cover. As granite slopes emerged from beneath the clouds a sense of urgency and than dread began to well-up within with a fear of choking due to freeze with this fairly new gear for me. I stopped and resorted to my gear I was most confident and knew the best my 35mm outfit. I took up where I left off visually, made a few exposures as the clouds ebb and flowed between granite peaks. Now with the fear of missing the shoot, and confidence renewed of being on the right track. I returned to my original path under the dark cloth. Is was much closer than I thought, after a few minor adjustments, I set the lens shutter and aperture (based on the TTL metering) with adjustments for the larger format. Double checked everything before setting the shuttle to closed, loading the film holder and removed the dark slide, a watched patiently for the right time to make an exposure. That’s multitasking in the analog days.
Very nice image!
Plus an interesting read! Congrats!
Real effort and persistence paid off!
Thank you Frank 2x ;)
One of those times when things worked out. very nice when they do. I have done so many of those hikes where things didn't work out. But when they do it makes everything worth it.
Ever if they don't I guess there's a reason?
Kind like what fisherman say, "a bad day fishing beats a good day at work" ;) I guess ?
I've never had a bad pursuing either ;) except attempting both at the same time.
Excellent photograph and description...there certainly is a lot of hard physical work behind your photographic adventure...I can just imagine in a funny way, what if you forgot your film and your bear spray ???
Matthias, Thank you for your comment and like! But what's bear spray? ? ?
Bear repellent spray...it is advertised on many outdoor equipment websites...and I have seen it being used by outdoor YouTubers...and it can probably be used when walking unsafe cities at night...
Why would I want to repellent a bear from their home, I'm the visitor?
Hungry bears or mama bears with cubs are not very friendly...last year in the Italian Alps a man was attacked and killed by a bear...it happens frequently all over the world...but of course I know that you know that...
Matthias oh come on include a link, please
I presume this is the incident you are referring to:
https://apnews.com/article/brown-bear-spared-death-italy-jj4-f802f3a69bf...
And NO! "...it happens frequently all over the world..." this doesn't happen frequently this is a rare exception! I'd still like to know the fate of the bear!
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/EhomkiEanF4
Some bears have become so dangerous that they are capable of learning from humans when it comes to defense and attack strategy...
Excellent
And BTW, you have to be of a certain age to remember Donovan, much less his songs.
Yeah... do you mean if you remember the 60's you weren't there ... ?
Oh, I do remember them well. I was there, and the fifties before that. Donovan was hot when I was in High School. And remember Jennifer and her Juniper tree? Ah yes, the sixties and the birth of real music. Chicago was having trouble telling time and Bobby Dylan was gathering folks around, while PP&M were swinging Pete Seegers hammer.
And Arlo had lost his motorcycle in a contest over a pickle.