Month: August 2018

Dogs and Drives

My friend Lee, from many days gone past, once worked as a staff photographer at the New York Times where he achieved a degree of notoriety for a two-image sequence he captured in Central Park.  I wish I had or could find the set of  photographs but I will have to describe them instead.   Taken from behind, two people are seated on a park bench, the man on the left with his arm extended to the bench back immediately behind what appears to be a woman with extremely long blonde hair.  In the second image, identical to first except the figure on the right has turned toward the man, revealing that it is in fact a long-haired dog.

Later on after we met in L.A., Lee and I sometimes photographed dogs and their people, noting the cliched observation about the resemblance of dogs and their owners.  I continue that practice just for the fun of it during periods of photographic boredom or when encountering a particularly notable example.  Yesterday, driving south on Highway 11, we followed for some miles a car that initially attracted my attention (in keeping with my from-childhood interest in cars, often documenting while riding shotgun on road trips).  It was a rather rare circa 1960 Rambler Cross Country, which had been modified by lowering, wheel/tire treatment and possibly other “resto-mod” features.  Then Kim pointed out that a huge dog, possibly a St. Bernard, occupied the rear seat.  Some windshield photography follows:

 

rDay Twelve-Hundred-Fifty-Two: Ivi Departs

After a whirlwind two-and-a-half days (documentation to follow soon), Ivi returns to Seattle this morning:

And it’s back downtown to the workspace:

rDay Twelve-Hundred-Fifty-One: Palouse Falls

On the last full day of Ivi’s visit, we take off in light early morning rain for the 55-mile trip northward to Palouse Falls State Park. As we wind through the back roads (Hwy 124), the post-dawn sun explodes with a seldom-seen intense gold, combining with the subtle tint of the glass for a remarkable bit of windshield photography color and ambience.

The light returns pretty much to normal by the time we arrive, graciously and adeptly driven by Ivi herself. During our time at the Falls, we manage to avoid falling down the vertigo-inducing cliffs and Kim spots and documents a coyote.

On the return we stop at a park marking the confluence of the Palouse River (aka Drewyers River) and the Snake River amd the point where they branch off to/from the Columbia. Or something like that. Our return loops around Hwy 12 through places like Starbuck, Tucannon, Dayton and Waitsburg — but for some reason, I cannot locate most of the photos taken on that leg. So it goes.

[Action: 8/27/2018 - Posted: 10/13/2018]