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Morning Mist
2014 Summer
Tualatin River National Wildlife Refuge
...Echoing through the green forest canopy can be heard the trilling song of the Swainsons Thrush....a thin morning mist will form in the low wetlands. Like a slow surging ocean of cotton it shifts and moves in white fluffy waves across the land. Patches form in minutes, slithering, rolling, and gliding, engulfing anything in it's path...
Date Taken: 2014-07-12 05:24:00
Camera: Pentax K20D
Lens: ******
fStop: 4
ExposureTime: 1/8 seconds
ISO: 100
Focal Length: 43 mm

Date Taken: 2014-07-12 06:02:00
Camera: Pentax K20D
Lens: ******
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/100 seconds
ISO: 200
Focal Length: 35 mm

Date Taken: 2014-07-26 06:58:00
Camera: Pentax K20D
Lens: ******
fStop: 29
ExposureTime: 1.3 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 26 mm

Date Taken: 2014-07-30 06:17:00
Camera: Pentax K20D
Lens: ******
fStop: 14
ExposureTime: 1/30 seconds
ISO: 100
Focal Length: 50 mm

Date Taken: 2014-07-31 06:08:00
Camera: Pentax K20D
Lens: ******
fStop: 18
ExposureTime: 1/25 seconds
ISO: 100
Focal Length: 39 mm

Date Taken: 2014-08-07 06:20:00
Camera: Sony LT30at (phone camera)
Lens: ******
fStop: 2.4
ExposureTime: 1/250 seconds
ISO: 50
Focal Length: 4 mm

Morning MistClose

Ever since I can remember, I have been a lover and an admirer of mist and fog. It softens the landscape and gives an air of mystery to the atmosphere. The terrain is transformed from the familiar into an ever changing fantasy scape.

Tualatin River National Wildlife Refuge - It sits at the Northern edge of Sherwood, OR. Wetland and forest combine to create a habitat for many types of water foul. Geese by the hundreds explode from the ponds and streams and swarm the sky. Grebes and herons fish and stalk their prey in the shallows. Egrets stand like white sentinels over the serene waters. Cormorants line up for their afternoon siestas along dead fallen snags. Overhead can be seen the resident bald eagles which have made this their home. Echoing through the green forest canopy can be heard the trilling song of the Swainsons Thrush. Mink, weasels, deer, rabbits, and a host of other creatures are visible from time to time.

During the hot clear summer months, patches of morning mist will form in the low wetlands. Like a slow surging ocean of cotton it shifts and moves in white fluffy waves across the land. It can form in minutes and dissipates just as quickly. Slithering, rolling, and gliding, it surrounds and envelopes anything in it's path. The clear rainbow colored sky overhead and the calm, cool, and refreshing morning air makes for a beautiful setting of tranquility and peace.

July 12, 2014 - I parked the car at the refuge parking lot at about 5:15 am. The morning was clear, the air was cool, the sky was a rainbow of colors fading into each other from the eastern horizon and ending in grayish steel blue in the west. The moon hung lazily in the early morning light attempting to outshine the advancing rays of the invisible sun. On the cool morning breeze came the calls of the local birds and water foul. As I headed out across the wetlands the lowland fog was already settling across the tall grasses and ponds, setting the stage for the beautiful dawning of a new day.

I made my way along the service road, stopping now and then to take in the beauty and get some photos. A beautifully shaped oak tree stood alone on the grassy flat, silhouetted against the backdrop of the retreating darkness. Light slowly descended over the hills and was soon illuminating the old dead trees that towered over the refuge. I snapped a few more photos as the sunlight raced across the landscape in a rush to bring new life to the creatures of the earth. Beautiful, quiet, tranquil. I was enamored by the ever shifting mists that slid along the surface of the terrain.

Reaching the end of the mile long walk I headed back through the forest stopping at the Riparian Forest Study Site for a little rest and relaxation. The rays of the early morning sun streamed through the trees, casting a beautiful array of shadows and light along the ground. Settling myself onto one of the benches in the opening I listened to the forest that surrounded me. Birds chirped. Leaves rustled. Insects buzzed. Creation encircled me. What more could I ask for!

For a short space of time I let the tranquility and the solitude of the moment soak into my soul. And then, reaching out with my heart I touched the hand of the Creator.
Daybreak Solitude
2015 Summer
Nestucca River Backcountry
...And suddenly, there it was! Beauty, grandeur, majesty! Breathtaking, stunning, magnificent, impressive! 2,800 ft, the perfect elevation! The trees around me framed a scene of unparalleled wonder, like a living, animated oil painting. Below me, from the forest of evergreens, rose the trilling song of the Swainsons Thrush. It's call echoed lazily on the cool morning air. The blue sky arching above me gave way in the east to the blazing fire of the early morning sun which hung just above the horizon, bathing the vista in the fresh warm light of a new day. Low hills and valleys stretched out before my feet like the rolling waves of the ocean. Wispy lines of gentle mist filled the valleys, softening the scene like an inviting quilt spread over a lush bed of soft cotton. And beyond, at the edge of the earth...
Date Taken: 2015-06-06 05:10:00
Camera: Nikon D3200
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 16
ExposureTime: 2/3 seconds
ISO: 200
Focal Length: 70 mm

Date Taken: 2015-06-06 05:45:00
Camera: Nikon D3200
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-55mm zoom
fStop: 22
ExposureTime: 1/40 seconds
ISO: 200
Focal Length: 31 mm

Date Taken: 2015-06-13 05:47:00
Camera: Nikon D3200
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 200
Focal Length: 120 mm

Date Taken: 2015-06-20 05:06:00
Camera: Nikon D3200
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/80 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 105 mm

Date Taken: 2015-06-27 05:35:00
Camera: Nikon D3200
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 16
ExposureTime: 1/20 seconds
ISO: 200
Focal Length: 66 mm

Date Taken: 2015-07-04 05:00:00
Camera: Nikon D3200
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 22
ExposureTime: 6 seconds
ISO: 100
Focal Length: 66 mm

Date Taken: 2015-07-04 05:35:00
Camera: Nikon D3200
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-55mm zoom
fStop: 22
ExposureTime: 2/3 seconds
ISO: 100
Focal Length: 55 mm

Date Taken: 2015-07-18 04:30:00
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-55mm zoom
fStop: 5.6
ExposureTime: 2/3 seconds
ISO: 3200
Focal Length: 55 mm

Date Taken: 2015-08-01 05:13:00
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-55mm zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/4 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 18 mm

Date Taken: 2015-08-01 06:00:00
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-55mm zoom
fStop: 22
ExposureTime: 1/25 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 18 mm

Date Taken: 2015-08-01 06:23:00
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-55mm zoom
fStop: 25
ExposureTime: 1/50 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 24 mm

Date Taken: 2015-09-05 05:29:00
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-55mm zoom
fStop: 4
ExposureTime: 5 seconds
ISO: 1250
Focal Length: 55 mm

Date Taken: 2015-09-06 06:18:00
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 16
ExposureTime: 1/2 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 116 mm

Date Taken: 2015-09-06 06:42:00
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 25
ExposureTime: 1/100 seconds
ISO: 3200
Focal Length: 86 mm

Date Taken: 2015-09-06 06:45:00
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 25
ExposureTime: 1/80 seconds
ISO: 3200
Focal Length: 110 mm

Daybreak SolitudeClose

It was a few minutes before 5am, Saturday morning, June 6, 2015, as I pulled my car off the road and slid the shifter into park. Switching off the engine I climbed out into the cool morning air and was greeted with a beautiful and serene calm. Early light was gilding the eastern sky with it's inviting glow of the advancing warmth to come. In the distance to the southwest stood the silhouetted outline of Mt Jefferson, motionless and silent, a giant looming against the slowly brightening sky. This was my first glimpse, a small glimmer into a summer that I would never forget. I was enthralled by what I saw. Sure, I had seen hundreds of sunrises before but I can't remember ever witnessing one from a vantage point like this. And yet, little did I know what was about to open to my senses and wow me to the core of my being. This was only a quick stop on my journey into the Nestucca River Backcountry. I had yet to reach my destination which was another 7-10 miles beyond. I set up my camera on it's tripod and snapped away for a few minutes. I love photographing this beautiful world that we live in. I take pictures of everything. But, I would soon learn that this summer would be, not so much about photographing my passion, but more about my heart and my soul. Although I didn't realize it at the time, this new adventure would be about preparing for a dark struggle that would perplex and confuse me for months. It would be about securing memories. Memories that would later help to bolster my courage when this unforeseen storm would overwhelm me.

Securing my camera equipment back in the car I resumed my journey towards my desired destination - Sheridan Peak Overlook area. I had been there before and had recorded that I was rather disappointed due to the overgrowth of trees around it blocking most of the views. But I was really more interested in exploring some areas on the other side of Sheridans Peak. I wanted to get off the paved road, away from the beaten path, and see what I could find in the surrounding forests. Ever since I can remember I have loved the setting of the back woods arena. Seclusion, quiet, peaceful, slow paced, beauty. The older I got and the more responsibilities I took on the less time I had for such things. My life had become noisy with work, material things, and the overall distractions of life. I was feeling restless and needing to stretch my legs - and my limits. This planned adventure would take me into an unknown region and unfamiliar surroundings.

The going was somewhat slow as going much over 35 was not recommended. Turning south onto Bald Mt Access Road I began the steady upward climb towards my goal. I would crest at an elevation of about 2,800 ft which really isn't all that high depending on your point of view. As I neared the top the trees to my left began to thin and I would catch glimpses of an amazing panorama. The sun was on the verge of appearing and I realized suddenly that I was going to miss it. There was a sudden break in the trees and I saw just enough to take my breath away. As the trees closed in again I raced around the bend and barged up the hill into the parking lot of the overlook. I had to get to back to that spot. Why I didn't park in the large turn around area below the parking lot is any ones guess. It would have been a lot quicker, and safer. Everyone who has watched a sunrise can attest to the fact that it doesn't wait for anything or anyone and it happens quick. Grabbing my camera and tripod I raced through the trees trying to find the shortest route back to that opening at the side of the road. I thundered through the brush and trees, running, tripping, stumbling, and then descended with a lot of sliding down the very loose dirt to the road. Where was that opening? I raced down the road in frantic search for it's location.

And suddenly, there it was! Beauty, grandeur, majesty! Breathtaking, stunning, magnificent, impressive! 2,800 ft, the perfect elevation! The trees around me framed a scene of unparalleled wonder, like a living, animated oil painting. Below me, from the forest of evergreens, rose the trilling song of the Swainsons Thrush. It's call echoed lazily on the cool morning air. The blue sky arching above me gave way in the east to the blazing fire of the early morning sun which hung just above the horizon, bathing the vista in the fresh warm light of a new day. Low hills and valleys stretched out before my feet like the rolling waves of the ocean. Wispy lines of gentle mist filled the valleys, softening the scene like an inviting quilt spread over a lush bed of soft cotton. And beyond, at the edge of the earth, rose the sentinel giants of the Cascade Range. Mt Rainier, Mt St. Helens, Mt Adams, Mt Hood. Majestic, bold, strong, unmovable, they stood silhouetted against the fiery eastern sky. Waiting, watching, vigilant. I was mesmerized. Chills ran up and down my spine as I tried to take it all in. I wanted to reach out and touch it. I wanted to run my hands across the fabric of the landscape and to step out and wade through the ocean of glory that shimmered before me.

For the next 20 minutes I tried to capture in pictures the moving and ever changing canvas that was before me. I'm still very new at photography. The contrasts of sunrise and sunset can be very difficult for me to work with. Still, I love to see what I can get out of a sunrise or sunset session. I had, up to this point, always preferred sunsets over sunrises. That could be because I'm not really a morning person. However, the matter of my preference was about to change. On Saturday, June 13, 2015, I exited my warm bed a little before 3am, loaded my car for the day and headed out for Sheridans Peak Overlook. I had gone to bead early the night before but hadn't been able to get a lot of sleep due to my excitement level. My anticipation was high as the last home and civilization slipped behind me into the darkness. I sped through the curves and sliced my way through the shadows, following the path outlined ahead from my headlights. Light was already spreading across the eastern portion of the sky when I arrived. I parked the car in the turn around at the summit and, gathering my gear I headed down the road through the dim light of the retreating night.

The morning was still except for a slight breeze whispering up the side of the mountain through the trees. I might be on the side of the road but this place was serene. There was no one here. No one out and about. I was alone. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with a world filled with natural wonders and beauty.

The trilling song of the Swainsons Thrush was already reverberating through the forest as I set up my camera. In the dimly lit valleys below the lights of civilization sparkled lazily waiting for the rise of the dawn. In the distance, silhouetted against the advancing army of light, were the sentinels of the Cascade Range. The deep dark blue of the retreating night sky faded into the yellows and golds of the new day. Stars clung to their posts until they could no longer hold back the rays of the sun. I spent the next hour and twenty minutes rooted to this location and watching the amazing and relentless advance of light in it's battle against the darkness of night. The canvas was in constant motion. Colors and hues would intensify and then retreated. Slowly the lights in the valleys and the stars in the sky would dim and finally be overrun with the light of rising sun. A new day would unfold in all it's glory and the night would fade away out of sight and out of memory.

I was hooked. I came here almost every chance I could get which was most every Saturday. At times I'd be out of bed by 2:30am and on the road by 3am. Very few people on the road at that time of morning and once I'd leave Newberg I pretty much had the road to myself. Leaving behind civilization in itself would often bring a degree of release from the pressures of every day life. Each morning when I would step out of the car, all my cares would become a distant memory. For a few hours I was free - free from the world, free from it's struggles, free from it's burdens, free from all it's noise and confusion. Sometimes, after work on Friday, I would pack up and escape into this wilderness, staying overnight and reveling in the beauty of the star speckled night sky. Picking up a new location for my sunrise viewing not far from the overlook ensured even more privacy since I really didn't like being on the side of the road in the dark so early in the mornings.

In this place I found peace. In this place I found comfort. In this place I found release from my burdens. In this place I found solitude. In this place I found courage. In this place my heart was renewed. In this place my soul was strengthened. The world was noisy, here it was quiet. The world was confusing, here it was simple. The world was crowded, here it was open. The world was enslaved, here I found freedom. The world was greedy, here I had everything. The world was a rat race, here was a slow comfortable pace. The world was a place of discord, here all things were in harmony. The world was godless, here I could behold the handiwork of the Creator. The world was ruthless, here I found gentleness. The world was hostile, here I found kindness. The world was brutal, here I found mercy. The world was disconnected, here I found connection.

Standing in the glory and shimmering beauty of the sunrise, I found myself in the presence of Someone bigger than I, Someone bigger than the world, Someone bigger and greater than the universe. I found myself at the foot of His throne. I found here the warmth of His love, His grace, His mercy, His gentleness, His loyalty. I found here His strength and His power. I found here a connection. I found here an entry into another world, another time, another place. And, although I didn't comprehend it at the time, He was beckoning me to reach out with my heart and touch Him. He was calling me to be His friend. He was giving me a very very small taste of a land beyond the reach of pollution, noise, discord, slavery, greed, brutality.

My comprehension of the event was very limited at the time. As time has passed and I have continued to contemplate the experience, I have gained a broader insight, a greater understanding, and a deeper appreciation of it's true beauty.

Sunday morning, September 6, 2015. I awoke to a low ceiling of clouds hanging like an iron blanket over the land. It moved eastward, slowly and methodically like an advancing army bent on domination, bent on shutting out the sun before it could rise to shed it's light over the land. It was cold, dark, and imposing. Over the horizon, from the south to the north, stretched a narrow band of golden sky not yet inundated by the imposing cloud bank. Mt Hood stood like the last warrior in a defense against the advancing mass. Wispy streaks of rain could be seen silhouetted against the eastern sky like thin curtains being drawn against the rays of the sub horizon sun. The underbelly of the advancing beast was streaked with red bands of light as the illuminating master of the sky struggled to penetrate the enveloping gloom.

Rain was dampening the landscape as the sun rose above the horizon. For a few moments it's life-giving rays penetrated beneath the darkened sky. The rain, mixed with the beams of light, created an ever changing painting of color and movement in the ever increasing gloom. Then it slowly slipped into the shadows of the storm leaving only a memory and a hope of it's soon return.

With stealth and silence another storm was approaching. But this time it would be a storm of mind and heart, a storm of emotional and spiritual turmoil, a storm of confusion and perplexity. A few hours later the storm blasted it's way through the flimsy gates and walls I had erected around my soul. It plowed over me like a giant steam roller, landing me on my back in the emergency room of the Willamette Valley Medical Center in McMinnville. There was nothing wrong with me but from this point I degraded into a mental landscape of darkness and torment. Fear overtook me and bound me in it's shackles of steel. My sky became like iron and the ground under my feet brass. The light in my soul dimmed. The strength in my heart diminished. Sleep evaded me. Vitality reduced to fatigue. Day became night. Night became a dungeon. Life turned into a prison. Hope faded.

One constant remained: memories. Memories of time spent in the presence of the unseen, the invisible, the eternal. Time spent at the edge of infinity. Time spent at the threshold of another world, another time, another place. Memories of freedom. Memories of light. Memories of beauty. Memories of closeness. Memories of mercy. Memories of grace.

When you have nothing else, remember the Creator!
Fishing Grebe
2017-04-08
Ridgfield National Wildlife Refuge
...I was ecstatic. Like a little kid. Getting across the center divider in the car, into the passengers seat, with my fiance, in order to get the best view, was an interesting feat and a marvel. Maybe not too pretty of a picture in itself...
Date Taken: 2017-04-08 14:10:01
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 5.6
ExposureTime: 1250 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-08 14:10:02
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 5.6
ExposureTime: 1250 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-08 14:10:03
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 5.6
ExposureTime: 1250 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-08 14:10:04
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 5.6
ExposureTime: 1250 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-08 14:10:05
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 5.6
ExposureTime: 1250 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-08 14:10:06
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 5.6
ExposureTime: 1250 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-08 14:10:07
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 5.6
ExposureTime: 1250 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-08 14:10:08
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 5.6
ExposureTime: 1250 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Fishing GrebeClose

Sitting in the car along the water channel on the west side of the refuge watching a couple of Gadwalls. A Pied-billed Grebe came into view showing off his fishing technics. Or maybe I should say his eating technics. I was ecstatic. Like a little kid. Getting across the center divider in the car, into the passengers seat, with my fiance, in order to get the best view, was an interesting feat and a marvel. Maybe not too pretty of a picture in itself. But I was able to capture four sequences of him taking down his catch. This sequence is the best of the four.
Stretching the Wings
2017-04-21
Tualatin wetlands
A Canadian Goose stretching his wings. Taken against the late afternoon sun from the bridge that crosses the wetlands in Tualatin.
Date Taken: 2017-04-21 18:23:01
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/1250 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 125 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-21 18:23:02
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/1250 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 125 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-21 18:23:03
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/1250 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 125 mm

Date Taken: 2017-04-21 18:23:04
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 55-200mm zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/1250 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 125 mm

Stretching the WingsClose

A Canadian Goose stretching his wings. Taken against the late afternoon sun from the bridge that crosses the wetlands in Tualatin.
Wing Dance
2017-05-13
Jackson Bottom Wetlands Preserve
I was able to get relatively close to this Tree Swallow at the Jackson Bottom Wetlands Preserve and captured a great set of photos. This sequence shows a beautiful wing stretch that I have titled Wing Dance.
Date Taken: 2017-05-13 14:03:01
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/1600 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-13 14:03:02
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/1600 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-13 14:03:03
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/1600 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-13 14:03:04
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/1600 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-13 14:03:05
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/1600 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Wing DanceClose

I was able to get relatively close to this Tree Swallow at the Jackson Bottom Wetlands Preserve and captured a great set of photos. This sequence shows a beautiful wing stretch that I have titled Wing Dance.
Going Deep
2017-05-18
Local neighborhood wetlands
This very interesting and intriguing insect was hanging out around a dead tree trunk in the small neighborhood wetlands only a few blocks from my home. At the time of the photo I had no idea what it is was... This is the female as you can see it's sending a shaft deep into the wood, to lay her eggs.
Date Taken: 2017-05-18 16:07:01
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-18 16:17:02
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-18 16:17:03
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/320 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-18 16:18:04
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/320 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-18 16:18:05
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/320 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-18 16:19:06
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/320 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-05-18 16:19:07
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/320 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 300 mm

Going DeepClose

This very interesting and intriguing insect was hanging out around a dead tree trunk in the small neighborhood wetlands only a few blocks from my home. At the time of the photo I had no idea what it is was. I spent some time on the internet trying to find out but with the gazillion other bugs out there I had no luck. One day when looking up 'bees of Oregon' on Google I ran across it by accident. It's a Giant Ichneumon Wasp. This is the female as you can see it's sending a shaft deep into the wood, to lay her eggs. I spent some time snapping some shots of the event. I have sorted out some of the better ones. I couldn't get as close as I would have liked so I've had to crop the image to remove most of the surroundings so we can get a closer view of her.
Flight Training
2017-07-08
Tualatin River National Wildlife Refuge
The resident adult Bald Eagles were out with their young juvenile. As he flew around the Tualatin wildlife refuge they sat together on a dead snag and, at least from my perspective, seemed to be analyzing his movements and admiring his advancements in flight training.
Date Taken: 2017-07-08 06:37:01
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/800 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-07-08 06:37:02
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/800 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-07-08 06:37:03
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/800 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-07-08 06:37:04
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/800 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 300 mm

Date Taken: 2017-07-08 06:37:05
Camera: Nikon D7100
Lens: Nikon Nikkor DX 18-300 zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/800 seconds
ISO: 400
Focal Length: 300 mm

Flight TrainingClose

The adult Bald Eagles were out with their young juvenile. As he flew around the Tualatin wildlife refuge they sat together on a dead snag and, at least from my perspective, seemed to be analyzing his movements and admiring his advancements in flight training. They talked about his strengths, his weaknesses, how far he had come, his truly graceful performance, and his desire to learn and improve. Well, maybe not, but I like to think so anyway. At one point he made a low pass right over my location. These are some of the shots from that flyover. My contrast was a little high but they're still really great shots.
Landing Pad
2017-12-16
Fern Hill Wetlands
We were photographing the Great Egrets at Fern Hill Wetlands and this one flew in from the south and took a perch on an old tree trunk not too far ahead of us. It was a fantastic landing show!
Date Taken: 2017-12-16 12:22:00
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Tamron 150-600mm Zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 500
Focal Length: 600 mm

Date Taken: 2017-12-16 12:22:01
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Tamron 150-600mm Zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 500
Focal Length: 600 mm

Date Taken: 2017-12-16 12:22:02
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Tamron 150-600mm Zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 500
Focal Length: 600 mm

Date Taken: 2017-12-16 12:22:03
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Tamron 150-600mm Zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 500
Focal Length: 600 mm

Date Taken: 2017-12-16 12:22:04
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Tamron 150-600mm Zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 500
Focal Length: 600 mm

Date Taken: 2017-12-16 12:22:05
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Tamron 150-600mm Zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 500
Focal Length: 600 mm

Date Taken: 2017-12-16 12:22:06
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Tamron 150-600mm Zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 500
Focal Length: 600 mm

Date Taken: 2017-12-16 12:22:07
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Tamron 150-600mm Zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 500
Focal Length: 600 mm

Date Taken: 2017-12-16 12:22:08
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Tamron 150-600mm Zoom
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/500 seconds
ISO: 500
Focal Length: 600 mm

Landing PadClose

There's not a whole lot to say on this one. We were photographing the Great Egrets at Fern Hill Wetlands and this one flew in from the south and took a perch on an old tree trunk not too far ahead of us. It was a fantastic landing show!
Diving Expert
2018-10-27
Molalla River Corridor
They cling to slippery moss and algae covered rocks as they search for small fish, fish eggs, aquatic insect larvae, and mollusks. They dip and dive, using their wings...
Date Taken: 2018-10-27 10:44:00
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2018-10-27 10:44:01
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2018-10-27 10:44:02
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2018-10-27 10:44:03
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2018-10-27 10:44:04
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2018-10-27 10:44:05
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2018-10-27 10:44:06
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2018-10-27 10:44:07
Camera: Nikon D500
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/400 seconds
ISO: 800
Focal Length: 500 mm

Diving ExpertClose

The American Dipper. They can be found around some mountain streams usually around water rapids. They cling to slippery moss and algae covered rocks as they search for small fish, fish eggs, aquatic insect larvae, and mollusks. They dip and dive, using their wings to sometimes fly under water. They are so fun to watch! Got some wonderful shots of this one as he dipped under the rapids for a second and was totally engulfed in a water case.
Teal Battle
2019-05-27
Tualatin River National Wildlife Refuge
It's the age old battle for the female. There is only one winner!
Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:00
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:01
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:02
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:03
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:04
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:05
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:06
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:07
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:08
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:09
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:10
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Date Taken: 2019-05-27 15:25:11
Camera: Nikon D750
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 6.3
ExposureTime: 1/2500 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 380 mm

Teal BattleClose

It's the age old battle for the female. There is only one winner! This all happened in the space of just about 5 seconds. I happened to see them landing and as I raised my camera the action started. This was a truly serious battle! One male has a mouthful of feathers which he obviously removed from the other party with great force. In the end the couple does an amazing dance where they bob their heads up and down with each other. The dance lasted for almost a minute.
King of the Post
2020-01-31 9:10am
Baskett Slough
We were in the right spot at the right time and got to spend almost an hour watching a Bald Eagle couple and almost 1,000 photos. For the first 5 minutes we got to watch them in action as they interacted with each other and swooped over the surface of the water.
Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:01
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:02
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:03
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:04
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:05
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:06
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:07
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:08
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:09
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:12:10
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:01
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:02
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:03
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:04
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:05
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:06
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:07
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:08
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:09
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:10
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:11
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:12
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:13
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:14
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

Date Taken: 2020-01-31 09:13:15
Camera: Nikon D850
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 200-500 zoom lens
fStop: 8
ExposureTime: 1/640 seconds
ISO: 1600
Focal Length: 500 mm

King of the PostClose

On Friday, January 31, we spent some time at Baskett Slough, west of Salem. We were in the right spot at the right time and got to spend almost an hour watching a Bald Eagle couple and almost 1,000 photos. For the first 5 minutes we got to watch them in action as they interacted with each other and swooped over the surface of the water. What a wonderful treat.

This series of photos are actually 2 different sets. The first set, consisting of 10 photos, is the female as she takes over the post that the male is sitting on and forces him to leave. The rest of the photos are his return, after a few circuits around the pond, and his attempt to take the post back. She doesn't budge and he is forced to find somewhere else to sit.