This is another instance of “I wish I’d taken the time to get the Canon out!” … or at least, “I should have used the Lightroom app so this would have been shot in RAW.”
Oh well.
Log & Rock, Meadow & Mountains, 9.1.17
Category: Pack Trip
John Muir Wilderness
More from the trip …
Meadow, Trees and Mountain, 9.1.17
The Color Green
Veratrum californicum, 8.28.17
Evening at the Lake
Evening at the Lake, 8.31.17
Flora Afternoon
No flowers, but some green and a rock … and yes, this is from the pack trip. I am continuing to go through all I shot.
Leaves on Granite, 8.31.17
Another Pack Trip Photo
Afternoon in the Meadow, 9.2.17
Well Shoot …
This is only an iPhone photo, and it won’t print large, which is what I’d love to see.
Yet another lesson learned: don’t choose to use the iPhone simply because you are too lazy to change lenses on the camera(s) that will allow for larger prints!
Still I do believe this will make a lovely card.
This is from our pack trip, and was my favorite meadow. It was evening and the sun was quickly leaving us.
The Meadow & the Mountain, 8.28.17
I’d Go Right Back
Indeed I would return in an instant … if only I could!
I continue to look through all the images I have. So many make me yearn to go back to those mountains and meadows and forget all the “stuff of life” that interferes with my selfish desire to bask in the beauty of the Sierra Nevada.
I miss the other people on this trip, too. I will be forever grateful that they allowed me to tag along!
Meadow, Lake, Mountains, 9.2.17
Trip Photo #6
(I’m not sure why I keep numbering these as I do: clearly I’ve posted other trip photos! Perhaps I’ll later go back and change the titles of these posts. Time will tell.)
This was made at 7 PM. I liked the clouds and light, and I’m guessing I’m seeing rain, although I can’t remember this exact evening so I’m not sure if we received any or not. (Note to self for next trip: write about each day a wee bit so you can remember things like that!)
Trees, Rocks, Clouds, 8.31.17
First Shot
Today’s walk wasn’t long, although my intention was to take a full day if I decided I wanted to (Mondays are my day off). My back was just not cooperating.
Here is my lengthy story:
On our hike out from our pack trip adventure I took a fall, slipping on wet, smooth granite. It was a very hard fall, and after going down I immediately said, over and over, “I’m okay, I’m okay.” I suspect I said it as much to myself as to Dan, who saw me go down. I had used my left hand to catch myself, and I hit my butt pretty darn hard, but all seemed okay when I got back up and checked things out. One of our friends (thanks, Karl!) suggested I quickly stick my hand in the very cold running stream and I did that for a time which felt wonderful. Miraculously I could wiggle my fingers and thought I’d really dodged a bullet. (Dan later told me he was worried, having seen the fall, that I’d have a broken hip!)
We continued our trek out, and I seemed okay. When we reached a very wonderful high spot I was still feeling pretty good.
From The Top (I, II, III, IV), 9.3.17
Later, that wasn’t the case. Suddenly I realized my left hand was hurting. Shortly after I could no longer hold my left trekking pole, as the hand had no strength. It started to swell up, and hurt enough that, when Dan met up with me again (I had gone ahead) he had to help me get my pack off on and then help me put on my rain jacket (we thought it might rain). Even touching the hand at all caused me to let out a moan.
As we continued to walk out (now staying together along with our friend Scot) I was thinking about the opera rehearsal in two days and assuming I might have to move to second oboe because I really wasn’t sure I could play much. Mozart seems to go very easy on second oboe so I was at least bound and determined to play that book, as our finances do demand that I work! I did noticed that while the hand hurt, I could continue to wiggle my fingers, so I assumed there was no break.
I admit to being horribly disappointed for the remainder of the hike down. I saw so many amazing wildflowers, but I no longer had any inclination to get the camera out due to the pain, and I knew we really had to move to get back down in any case.
Finally, getting out, I felt the hand was actually improving somewhat rapidly. Whew! Maybe I could play principal after all (and I have … now having done three rehearsals and two performances.)
So today, my wonderful day off (my “weekend”, as I call it), was to be a good long walk day.
Alas, not so.
As it turns out, my back DID have a bit of damage and now walking, and even sitting, hurts. It’s not bad enough for a doctor’s visit, but it’s bad enough to know I need to take it easy.
Still, I say the pack trip was WELL worth this little injury! I’d go back today if someone suggested it (and I didn’t have work).
So there’s my little “ouchy story”.
Now for the “First Shot” photo from today. I only did a small amount of shooting, but a first shot is, as I say, a first shot. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
First Shot: Dahlia, 9.11.17