I hope I am not loading y’all up too much with these dogwood images. As you can tell I really love dogwood in the forest and so look forward to shooting them in the Spring.
Drove up the Mckenzie River this morning early with the idea of capturing a few more shots of dogwood which is in bloom right now forming a corridor of light along the highway. I did manage to find a couple of images that I think portray the beauty and simplicity of the blooms. Lights shining under a dark forest.
Not sure how long they will last and if you decide to go the salvage logging continues apace in the area. Helicopters, loaders and lots of trucks.
On the road between here and there is a forest. A pretty mundane forest, really. But the interplay of springtime dogwoods scattered amongst the conifers is enchanting. Steps from the road, freshly opened leaves appear almost as a flock of butterflies alighting on the bare branches to keep the flowers company. Magic beckons. Darcie Sternenberg
It was an overcast and drizzly morning with pockets of fog as I drove out to visit a spot next to an old cemetary that I vaguely remembered having dogwood in bloom this time of year. I was inspired to go out there from an article and set of wonderful images by Darcie Sternenberg http://www.DarcieSternenberg.com in the latest issue of LensWork magazine. Below is the magic I found this morning
It was a very nice Spring morning driving up to and along Champion Creek, a tributary of Brice Creek, on the Umpqua National Forest. We were initially headed for an old mining ghost town in the Bohemian mining district but there was a log across the road that stopped us before we got to the town site. The Champion Creek road is really rough – basically chiseled out of the rock hillside and the roadbed is nothing more than hard rock in places. The road pulls away from the stream and you find yourself driving thru massive old-growth timber with the stream down in a steep canyon.
Prior to exiting the main road we stopped at Cabin Creek CG and the dogwood are in bloom! This is one of my favorite mountain blooms. They are just lights in the forest and while a bit scattered right now I am sure there will be more to come in the next week or so.
Heading up Champion Creek we came to a gorgeous waterfall. I do not know the name of this drop but it just fits into the landscape and since I am a sucker for waterfalls I had to stop.
My thanks to Chris for the location suggestion and the invitation. Comments as always are more than welcome.
I picked up a copy of Intimate Landscapes: The Photographs of Eliot Porter the other day at Smith Family bookstore – only cost me $15 – such a deal. His images are inspirational – at least for me. The images in the book were all taken in the 50’s and 60’s and are in my opinion remarkable. His eye for composition lead me to start thinking about what I was seeing on the land beyond the big Grand Landscapes and waterfalls which I love to shoot.
I turned off the main Salmon Creek road and found a young stand of alder backlit by the morning sunlight. I love the color, texture, light and geometry in this image.
My thanks go out to fellow photographer April Norman for the tip and directions to Salmon Creek falls near the town of Oakridge. I went up this morning and found a beautiful stream in spring flow. I know it will change as its watershed drys and images taken at that time will certainly look different and beautiful in their own right.
I parked at the gate leading into the campground and walked down toward the stream. Trails everywhere – an indication of a well used facility when open. There are two small waterfalls plunging into the main stem just across from the main campground. The first image below focused more on the detail.
“When gifts are given to me through my camera, I accept them graciously.” – Minor White
From a thicket of young hardwoods along a gravel road in the South Santiam River watershed. A simple gift of line, texture and color. I think painters call this abstract impressionism – at least I am giving myself that ‘out’. Love to have your comments even if they are “What were you thinking!!”
I have always considered the mountains to be a refuge; a place of renewal and of course, over the years, a place of employment. This morning the top of the Coburg Hills near the town of Marcola was filled with snow and formed even more of a refuge from all of the stress that seems to be running rampant. So quiet and renewing with fresh and falling snow.
I think snow helps to set off the bare branches of deciduous trees in winter forming almost line drawings. The first image below brought to mind a line dawning.
Going higher my friend Chris and I stopped at a meadow where we had both individually shot in the past under very different circumstances i.e., no snow. There is this wonderful little tree growing in the middle of the meadow and it always draws my attention. Dressed in winter togs it got my attention even more so.
At the top the road is cut into the side of the hill offering nice views but the fog was so thick it blocked those views. I did find a stand of leaf empty trees silhouetted against the fog that I liked. Standing strong waiting out winter.