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Icons

Some photographers love them, and others avoid them like the plague. There’s probably a mix of emotions in most photographers.

What camera-toting individual could visit Yosemite National Park without going to Tunnel View? Or go to the Grand Tetons without seeking out the Mormon Barn Row?

Icons are icons because they are majestic locations. The views are breathtaking, they are easy to access, and composition is self-evident. But images of them are a dime a dozen.

I wonder if photographers secretly hope for a unique version. With the right light and weather conditions, there’s always a chance for a new and distinctive take on a familiar classic.

But most of the time, if we’re lucky, we leave with something that’s close to what others have accomplished.

Ansel Adams was without peer as a landscape photographer. He defined the genre for those that followed.

My introduction to him was via The Ansel Adams Guide series by John P. Schaeffer. Adams’ image, Tetons and the Snake River, is the defining image of this iconic location.

Tetons and the Snake River by Ansel Adams

The Shot

I was photographing fall color in Grand Tetons National Park last September. The urge to take out my camera at the Snake River overlook where Ansel Adams took his defining 1942 image was overwhelming.

Eighty-two years later, the view was quite different. The trees had grown obscuring the picturesque S-curve leading to the mountains. But part of the river and the magnificent mountains were just as visible.

My image was nothing remarkable, but satisfying, nevertheless.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Snake River Overlook https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2025/2/icons Mon, 10 Feb 2025 01:39:42 GMT
The Right Light https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2025/1/the-right-light Storm LightStorm Light

 “In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.”

Aaron Rose

Windy, rainy, and cold. It was a miserable morning. Our anchored boat was rocking even in the lee of a small cove. Photography seemed out of the question.

I was over 100 miles from Puerto Natales, deep within the secluded waterways of Chile’s Kawésqar National Park. The park is one of the largest in the world. Situated within the Strait of Magellan, it’s a stunning sanctuary in the remote and untouched western Patagonian archipelago.  

And Kawésqar is just one of 17 connected national parks in Southern Chile. All 17 comprise the unbroken 1,700-mile Tompkins Conservation’s Route of Parks. The Route offers an unparalleled glimpse into the region's wild beauty, showcasing diverse landscapes, ecosystems, and wildlife.

I was aboard the Explorador, operated by Patagonian Fjords Expeditions. Here’s our boat on a much nicer day near the Bernal Glacier.

It’s an ideal platform for exploration and photography. The deck afforded a 360-degree view of the beauty around us as we motored through the fjords.

When we weren’t on deck, we spent our time in the enclosed common area. It offered protection from the elements when the weather wasn’t cooperative.

I spent a minimum of time in my berth, shared with friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen. It was tight, and I felt like a piece of bread in a toaster when I slid into my upper bunk.

The Shot

Sometimes it only takes a sliver of sunshine to transform a morning and a photograph. Spotting a small break in the clouds to the east, our intrepid group of photographers quickly donned rubber boots, rain gear, and life preservers for the rainy, rocky ride in a Zodiac to the opposite shore.

Once ashore, we were rewarded by a rainbow!  A tiny, transient opening in the clouds to the east had recast our morning.

I hastily set up my camera on a tripod less than a foot above the water. My goal was to capture a breaking wave with a long enough shutter speed to slightly blur the water but still leave bits of spray sharp. My lens cloth was put to good use constantly wiping rain drops and salt spray off my lens.

The rainbow disappeared quickly. Out of multiple attempts, one of my first turned out to be the best. The streaking foam leading to the wave in the foreground moved my eye to the mountains, the rainbow, and the blue sky in the background.

The right light, at the right time, had indeed made the morning extraordinary.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Long Dong Silver https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2025/1/long-dong-silver

The Dark Towers

Is it Middle Earth? Are we on the set of Lord of the Rings? Where are these rock spires that majestically arise out of nowhere?

There’re actually near Hanksville, Utah. Hidden between towering cliffs, these twin black spires jut dramatically up and out of the ground. They were once part of an unbroken layer of sand and rock surrounded by cliffs.

But millions of years of erosion created a natural amphitheater. And for unknown reasons, only a lone pair of stoic shale spires remains in the middle.

An Unusual Name

This strange and fascinating formation goes by many names. A few refer to it as The Spire or The Needle. But it’s best known as Long Dong Silver.

That’s the stage name of retired British porn star Daniel Arthur Mead. His moniker was inspired by a play on words of the fictional Treasure Island character Long John Silver.

He appeared in several pornographic movies in the UK and US during the late 1970s and early 1980s. The actor reached a new audience in the wake of allegations of sexual harassment during the Clarence Thomas Supreme Court nomination in the US Senate in 1991. Anita Hill alleged that Thomas mentioned to her that he was a viewer of Long Dong Silver's films.

The Shot

Last October 28 I was in Hanksville, Utah with friends Steve Horne and Scott Fuller. We decided to visit and attempt to photograph this spellbinding formation.

The location isn’t marked. You must drive to GPS coordinates on the highway and then follow an unmarked dirt road for about a mile. After parking there, it’s about a 1.5-mile hike until you spot the spires.

I almost turned back. There was nothing notable for over a mile. It isn’t until the last few hundred yards that the formation came into view.

We did our best to take an interesting photograph. Nothing seemed to work. Out of curiosity, I took out my drone and circled the formation.

What a difference! As the sun set, I discovered this composition. I enjoyed how the spires seemed to line up with the setting sun.  

Because there was sufficient battery power remaining, I kept flying. After the sun set, a view in the opposite direction caught the last light on the clouds.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Long Dong Silver https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2025/1/long-dong-silver Fri, 24 Jan 2025 12:30:00 GMT
Animal Portraits https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2025/1/animal-portraits Guanaco in the AndesGuanaco in the Andes

Animal Portraits

Up close and personal. The word portrait evokes a frame-filling face or full body shot of the species. Who would travel to Africa’s Serengeti without longing to capture a viewfinder-filling image of a zebra, for example?

The usual goal of an animal portrait is to reveal an adorable expression, capture a defining behavior, or to showcase a majestic coat of fur or colorful feathers. Ideally, only the animal is in focus with the background blurred. This way, the subject stands out with no distractions.

The photographer’s lens of choice is a big telephoto lens. It does a superb job of filling the frame and blurring the background.

But there is another kind of portrait. An environmental portrait is a landscape image with an animal included. Using a normal or short telephoto lens allows the photographer to show off the animal in its domain. The focus is about storytelling rather than documentation.

Wildlife Photos?

If you follow the Friday Photo, you know that if it moves, I don’t usually photograph it. But there are exceptions.

Last April in Patagonia, we had the opportunity to experience some of the wildlife. The South American gray fox, the Patagonian mara (rabbit), the crested cara cara, and the Andean condor all made appearances.

But the most common critter was the guanaco (ghwuah-NAH-koh). It’s a camelid native to South America. You might be more familiar with its domesticated relative, the llama.

Like all camels, Guanacos are herbivores. They graze on grasses, shrubs, herbs, lichens, fungi, cacti, and flowers.

Guanacos live in herds composed of females, their young, and a single dominant male. Around one year of age, young males are expelled from the herd.  

The reproductive groups tend to remain small, often containing no more than 10 adults. Bachelor herds may contain as many as 50 males. Though typically mild-mannered, guanacos often spit up to six feet when threatened.

Preyed upon by puma (aka mountain lions), they can run at 35 mph per hour, even over steep and rocky terrain. They are also excellent swimmers. A guanaco's typical lifespan is 20 to 25 years.

The Shot

None of us on the photo tour were wildlife photographers. However, another reason to capture an image of the Andes mountains was appealing. While the mid-afternoon light was terrible for a pure landscape image, it could create magical backlighting of an animal.

As we cruised the road, we kept an eye out for guanaco. After a short drive, we spotted a herd and exited the car. We slowly walked towards them to nudge them into position.

It required 30 minutes or so, but finally we had a solitary guanaco outlined with a glowing halo of fur with the towering Andes in the distance. I hoped this photograph would tell their story.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Show Time https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2025/1/show-time

Show Time

Breathtaking. Enthralling. Dazzling. Words seem inadequate to capture the breathtaking beauty and captivating mystery of the Northern Lights.

Alaskan author Eowyn Ivey comes close in her novel The Snow Child: “She looked directly up into the Northern Lights, and she wondered if those cold-burning specters might not draw her breath, her very soul, out of her chest and into the stars.”

Some cultures believe they are the spirits of ancestors dancing in the sky. Other cultures considered them omens of good fortune and prosperity. Today, we have a scientific explanation for this magical experience.

Each display is one of a kind. The random nature of charged particles from the sun colliding with the Earth’s atmosphere creates unique and unpredictable vibrant displays of greens, pinks, purples, and blues.

Witnessing the Northern Lights is truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. It leaves an indelible impression that connects us to nature.

The Shot

Wintertime blankets chaotic and distracting foreground details with beautifully simplistic snow. This makes the photographer’s goal of moving the viewer’s eye through the scene much easier.

The rime ice-covered trees bent towards each other creating a wonderful frame for the background. And the small mound of snow in the foreground was an unexpected bonus.

The image is a composite of a pre-dawn image of the foreground and an early evening image of the Northern Lights. Both were taken near Coldfoot, Alaska last February.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Aurora https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2025/1/show-time Fri, 10 Jan 2025 12:00:00 GMT
Back in Time https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2025/1/back-in-time

Back in Time

Factory Butte rises majestically above the alien and barren Caineville, Utah badlands. This striking, menacing sandstone peak appears to be equal parts Mordor and Mars.

The butte was named by early settlers. Its outline resembled the Provo, Utah woolen mill, a huge factory building.

According to photographer Eric Bunch, "Visiting Factory Butte is like going back in time. The views feel ancient and stir my imagination towards images of dinosaurs roaming the land, while cinder cones pour molten lava into the valleys, and the long-lost oceans of blue waters teem with life."

Located just east of Capitol Reef National Park, this 6,302-foot monolith was once home to dusty coal miners. These days, the butte and surrounding lunar-like badlands create a photographer’s wonderland. The root-like combs, crags, and shoulders that snake towards the hilltop give it the appearance of an enormous, ancient rock stump.

The Shot

Last October 29, I was in the area with friends Scott Fuller and Steve Horne. Our attention was focused on Moonscape Overlook to the east of Factory Butte.

Moonscape Overlook, the opposite direction of Factory Butte

But photographers should always remember to turn around and look behind. As I turned, the morning light began breaking through the clouds and onto the Butte.

I quickly abandoned my “big” camera and launched my drone. Flying towards the massif, I stopped to include a photogenic, smaller feature in the foreground of my composition.

After landing the drone and packing up our gear, it was time to thaw out our hands in the truck while heading back to Duke’s Slickrock Grill for breakfast. Duke’s is the best (and only) restaurant open in nearby Hanksville, Utah during the off-season.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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River of Black Mud https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/12/river-of-black-mud

Rivers of Black Mud

It was 1875. Chicago had been a city for only 38 years. The great fire was merely four years in the past.

That’s when a young priest first set his eyes upon the hardly recognizable intersection of Webster Ave. and Osgood St. (now Kenmore Ave.). It was the barely civilized fringe of Chicago. He saw truck farms, dirt streets that became rivers of black mud in the rain and the snow, and an occasional home breaking the monotony of a sweeping prairie.

Forty-one-year-old Rev. Edward Smith, C.M., had been summoned by the Bishop of Chicago to establish a new parish. He had $5,000 to purchase property and to build a new church. For almost a year, he used the small chapel at nearby St. Joseph Hospital to serve the 75 German and Irish Catholics in the area.

Working with parishioners, he purchased land and commissioned the construction of a small brick building on the corner of Webster and Osgood. On Christmas Day of 1875, they celebrated their first Mass together in the roofless building still under construction.

The original St. Vincent de Paul multipurpose building commonly known as “Father Smith’s Farm” from Then & Now · DePaul University 125 Anniversary

The top floor was the church. The first floor the pastor’s home, schoolrooms, and a parish hall. The building was finally finished and dedicated on April 30, 1876.

By 1891, the original building was clearly inadequate to meet the needs of a now booming neighborhood. Planning began for a magnificent replacement church.

It was slow going. The depression following the closing of the 1893 World’s Fair and concerns about the exact location of the elevated railway running from downtown to Wilson Avenue delayed progress.

When the new church was finally dedicated on May 2, 1897, there were few churches that could rival it in grace or architecture. That holds true today, as well.

One of its unique features is unobstructed sightlines. Normally, multiple columns are required for support. Steel supports reduced the number of columns to only four.

With the original building vacated, it was heavily remodeled along with the addition of a third floor. It became the home of the new St. Vincent's College in 1898. That school is now known as DePaul University.

On dedication day, the new church was very plain. The altars and floors were wooden, the walls were bare and most of the windows were plain glass.

It took 17 more years to furnish and decorate the church. Stained-glass windows came from Franz Mayer & Company of Munich, Germany. A first-class Lyon & Healy organ was installed. The High, Blessed Virgin, and St. Joseph Altars were built along with a marble altar rail. The sanctuary was tiled.

The Carrara marble High Altar

After fire destroyed a large portion of the church interior in 1955, the damaged south Rose window required replacement. The new 22-foot window was created by Conrad Schmitt Studios of New Berlin, Wisconsin. The theme is “Sun of Splendor.”

The Rose window replacement and some of the Lyon & Healy organ pipes.

The Shot

The Chicago Streets and Beyond Meetup photography group regularly sponsors photo walks and tours. Ever since my sister-in-law’s wedding there in 1995, I’ve wanted to return to admire its beauty. The Meetup on November 23 was that opportunity.

Thanks for looking and Happy New Year,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) St Vincent de Paul https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/12/river-of-black-mud Thu, 26 Dec 2024 19:01:26 GMT
Winter Light https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/12/winter-light

lWinter Light

There’s something magical about the light in winter. Experiencing the edges of the day (sunrise and sunset) in cold weather imbues photographs with a sense of tranquility.

The winter sun’s position is much lower in the sky. This softens and diffuses the light, adding calm and serenity.

In addition, this is the season of cool tones. Blue colors contribute a captivating sense of depth and moodiness.

And snow further brightens compositions. Winter light captures the texture and intricate details of snow. During the “blue hour,” the sky takes on a deep blue color that contrasts beautifully with the pristine whiteness of snow.

Cedar Breaks

On October 30, I was visiting Cedar Breaks National Monument in Utah. The hoodoo rock formations in the park are like nearby Bryce Canyon National Park, but without the crowds.

 The wild and rugged land of Cedar Breaks was known to early Mormon settlers as "Breaks," due to the difficulty of travel. President Franklin D. Roosevelt named Cedar Breaks a National Monument in 1933. The Monument is now managed by the National Park Service.

Given the name, you’d think the place is filled with cedar trees. But there isn’t one in sight. Instead, there are juniper trees that the early settlers mistook for cedars. This is a high elevation environment dominated by aspen and spruce. It’s also home to bristlecone pines, thought to be the oldest living thing in the world.

The single amphitheater is filled with the beautiful shapes and subtle colors of eroded limestone formations. Surrounding the amphitheater are high alpine meadows covered in wildflowers.

Twilight at the Cedar Breaks amphitheater

Because of its 10,000-foot elevation at the rim, snow often makes parts of the park inaccessible to vehicles from October through May. When I was there, the rim visitor center was closed, but the road hadn’t yet been closed for the season.

The Shot

 On the afternoon of October 30, Steve Horne, Scott Fuller, and I dressed warmly in anticipation of single digit temperatures at the rim. Snow made the drive “interesting,” but not treacherous.

We started trekking to the bristlecone pines, but slippery conditions at the edges of the half-mile deep canyon caused us to pause at an overlook halfway there. From our vantage point, we could survey the entire amphitheater.

Just as the sun kissed the horizon, I took a picture of the amphitheater. Remembering the adage to “always look behind you,” I turned around.

Wow! Trees coated with rime ice glowed magically in the winter light. As I watched, an intense Belt of Venus rose behind the trees. The Belt’s arch of pinkish backscattered sunlight over the deep blue shadow of the earth created a perfect background. It was time to take a picture.

The trek back to our truck was cold, but exhilarating. We scraped the frost off the windows and drove back to Cedar City enjoying the simple pleasure of the truck’s heater.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Cedar Breaks https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/12/winter-light Thu, 19 Dec 2024 22:56:30 GMT
Swiftmas is Back! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/12/swiftmas-if-back

Swiftmas is Back!

This is number 17. Every year, Amy and Brian Scott up the ante and build upon their prior season’s Christmas lights display in Naperville, Illinois.

2023 was very special. Featuring superstar Taylor Swift, the nationally reported “Merry Swiftmas” theme delighted young and old alike. You can check out that first Merry Swiftmas on the blog at https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/12/merry-swiftmas

The 2024 Taylor Swift sequel is even better. After an eight-month respite from last year’s display, the Scotts began planning for 2024. They started by writing a simple mission statement: spread love and joy to as many people as possible while maintaining grace with the larger neighborhood.

This season highlights three of Swift’s albums. The Tortured Poets, Reputation, and Folklore albums are front and center. For more information, check out the Chicago Tribune article at https://www.msn.com/en-us/entertainment/music/taylor-swiftmas-is-back-for-another-holiday-season-in-naperville/ar-AA1voUfS?ocid=BingNewsSerp

The Shots

I recently visited 1228 Atlas Lane in Naperville on a quiet weekday at dusk. Below are some of the sights that caught my eye. If you’re a local, I’d encourage you to visit. It’s an energizing outpouring of “love and joy.”

I especially enjoyed the Scott’s own Eras poster. It features sixteen years of their outdoor holiday decorations.

Happy Holidays, and thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Merry Swiftmas https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/12/swiftmas-if-back Fri, 13 Dec 2024 12:30:00 GMT
Embrace the Heritage https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/12/embrace-the-heritage The SignThe Sign

“Embrace the Heritage”

This sign is the signature feature of Mt. Carmel Junction, Utah. Located at the junction of Highway 89 and State Route 9, the Thunderbird Resort includes a restaurant, gift shop, hotel, RV park, and golf course.

Thunderbird RestaurantThunderbird Restaurant

You must be wondering about the slogan. How did “Home of the Ho-Made Pies” survive changing cultural norms? It helps to know the history of the Thunderbird’s founders Jack and Fern Morrison.

Jack Morrison was born in St. Louis, Missouri in 1891. His mother died when he was only eight. As a young man, Jack worked in the coal mines of Wyoming, one of the most dangerous jobs in the world. In 1917, he was drafted and fought in World War I.

Fern Hanson was born in 1907 to Danish immigrants in Bear River City, Utah. She grew up in a two-room log cabin on a farm with her eight siblings. The family moved to Soldier Summit and finally to Springville, Utah where she was a model for J.C. Penney.

A Springville friend set her up on a blind date with Jack Morrison. This was a “scandalous adventure” according to Fern. After a three-month courtship, they were married in October 1926.

The couple drove down Highway 89 until encountering State Route 9, a new road under construction to Zion National Park. Realizing the site’s potential, Jack used his veteran benefits to homestead 160 acres at the connection.

Jack and Fern built a small cabin just east of Highway 89 near the Virgin River. They started a family and improved the property. Soon, they built a gas station across the road for travelers along Highway 89 and State Route 9.

Fern began baking fruit pies and selling slices to truck drivers. In 1940, the couple decided to build the Thunderbird Cafe and Restaurant. Strapped for cash, Jack had to take a job with the railroad to make ends meet.

Their profits continued to go into improvements, including restrooms and a curio shop. At about this time, Jack came up with the famous “Pie Girl” icon modeled after Fern.

Ho vs Home

So why was it “Ho-Made” instead of “Homemade”? It was World War II and wood was scarce. Jack was forced to use scrap lumber for the sign. He just couldn’t find a long enough piece of wood for the extra two letters!

The folksy sounding shortened version was a winner. In recent years, however, the word has created controversy. But according to Fern, “…why not take the bull by the horns, embrace our heritage, and start merchandizing?”

Jack died in 1961, probably of black lung disease from his years in the coal mines. Fern decided to continue and expand the business with a nine-hole golf course. The potential for overnight visitors then led her to build a hotel.

Fern died in 1993. The Morrisons’ descendants still own and operate the restaurant, lodge, and golf course.

The Shot

Friends Steve Horne and Scott Fuller and I were on our way to a pre-dawn shoot in Zion National Park on October 28. But rain ruined our plans. Luckily, the route took us through Mt. Carmel Junction.

I’ve wanted to photograph this sign for fifteen years. But the parking lot has always been full of cars that ruin the shot.

This time there were no cars! Waiting for blue hour, we set up in a light rain to document this fascinating bit of Americana.

After that, it was time for breakfast at the Thunderbird!

From left to right: Scott Fuller, Steve Horne, and me.

 

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Thunderbird restaurant https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/12/embrace-the-heritage Fri, 06 Dec 2024 12:00:00 GMT
The Moulton Barn https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/11/the-moulton-barn

The Moulton Barn

It’s everywhere. If you peruse any photo gallery, there will almost certainly be an image of the Moulton barn.

Who were the Moultons? Today’s Friday Photo and my Milky Way photo from three weeks ago featuring T.A. Moulton’s century-old barn piqued my curiosity.

Two barns remain on Mormon Row in the Grand Tetons. Thomas Alva (T.A.) Moulton and his brother John homesteaded adjacent parcels on Mormon Row in 1908.

They dry-farmed grain until irrigation ditches were built in the late 1920s. It was a hard life. A prolonged drought or a hailstorm could mean the difference between barely surviving and bankruptcy.

I wonder if they ever had the time to appreciate the magnificence of sunrise on the Grand Tetons.

All images from Media - Mormon Row Historic District

                                          T.A. Branding Cattle                                                       Spouse Helen Moulton in Front of the Barn
 

 

                                                                             Grain Harvest

T.A. took over 30 years to build his gable-with-shed style barn. It is all that remains of the homestead T.A and his sons built between about 1912 and 1945.

Photographers from around the world flock to T. A. Moulton’s barn to capture this iconic, historic structure. The sunrise view with the barn in the foreground and the Teton Range as the backdrop is one of the most photographed locales in the valley.

The Shot

Given a choice, I prefer to photograph little known places. Does the world really need another photograph of the Moulton barn?

But icons are icons for a reason. It’s breathtaking to absorb the resplendence of the Grand Tetons warmly basking in the first light of the morning sun.

September 27 was one of those mornings to simply rejoice being there. The photograph was merely a feeble attempt to communicate my experience.

Fog lay across the valley beautifully softening and simplifying the background, except for the mountain peaks. At just the right moment, a Magpie alighted on the peak of the roof. It was time to capture the image.

After relishing the warm light of the sun kissing the mountaintops and my good fortune with the Magpie, it was back to the hotel to pack up and begin the long journey home.

I’m taking the Friday after Thanksgiving off, so the next Friday Photo is December 6.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Right Time, Right Place https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/11/right-time-right-place

Right Time, Right Place

It was serendipity. The time was the early evening of October 26. The place was the Rimrocks Toadstools, a grouping of fascinating hoodoos, mushroom rocks, and rock towers near Big Water, Utah. The sky was dark and there were almost no clouds.

The reward was spotting a comet. Comet Tsuchinshan-ATLAS was making a close approach to Earth after rounding the sun earlier in the month. It was discovered in 2023 by observers at the Purple Mountain (Tsuchinshan) Observatory in China and an Asteroid Terrestrial-impact Last Alert System (ATLAS) telescope in South Africa.

This snowy dirtball is nearly 2 miles in diameter with a tail of dust and gas extending for tens of millions of miles. The last time it visited Earth was 800 centuries ago.

Tsuchinshan-ATLAS originated from the Oort Cloud. The Cloud is a spherical shell 0.03 to 3.2 light-years from the sun filled with billions of icy planetesimals. You can appreciate the size of the Oort Cloud compared to the solar system below.

From starwalk.com

Every so often, a planetesimal is dislodged towards the sun by the gravitational pulls of both passing stars and the Milky Way. As it gets closer to the sun, it heats up and develops tails of dust and gas observed by comet watchers around the world.

If a comet isn’t consumed and destroyed during its close approach to the Sun, it generally returns. Since I don’t plan on being here in the year 2824, this was going to be my only chance to see and photograph Tsuchinshan-ATLAS.

Naked eye visible comets aren’t common. I’ve been fortunate to view comets Hale-Bopp and Neowise. Witnessing a third comet in my lifetime would be a godsend.

The Shot

I belong to Photogenesis, the Naperville Camera Club. It’s called the “fun” camera club due to the camaraderie and its collaborative culture.

Scott Fuller and Steve Horne are friends from the club. Scott and I recently decided to fly to Steve’s new home in Utah and join him for a week-long Utah adventure.  

It was a long flight from Chicago to St. George, Utah for Scott and me. And then we had hours of driving with Steve to reach our first photo location at the Rimrocks Hoodoos.

We photographed sunset amongst the hoodoos. Even though we were exhausted, chilly, and hungry, the allure of night photography kept us energized. We began scouting for Milky Way nightscape compositions.

Knowing the comet would be visible near Venus for a short while after sunset, I kept my eyes peeled. I was overjoyed when I spotted it and shared the news with Scott and Steve.

We frantically took images as the comet rose and gradually dimmed in the night sky. This was my favorite. After a round of high fives, we departed for a warm car, dinner, and a night’s sleep.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Tsuchinshan-ATLAS https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/11/right-time-right-place Fri, 15 Nov 2024 13:00:00 GMT
Fall Leaves https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/11/fall-leaves S-CurveS-Curve

"It's the first day of autumn! A time of hot chocolatey mornings, and toasty marshmallow evenings, and, best of all, leaping into leaves!"                                      Winnie the Pooh, Pooh's Grand Adventure

What else can compare to leaping into a pile of leaves? Launching with reckless abandon, children land with wildly flailing limbs as the leaves cushion and envelop them. Squeals of excitement and laughter signal every leap.

And then it’s time to shake off the leaves and leap again. Watching them is a glorious reminder of childhood when leaves were a joy before raking became a chore.

Fortunately, adulthood brings new joys to the season.  Trees adorn the landscape with rich shades of red, orange, and yellow. Nature’s fireworks create the perfect backdrop for outdoor activities and scenic drives.

The Shot

I spent several days in early October around Grand Marais, Minnesota. The fall colors were near their peak creating a perfect backdrop for photography. While en route to scout a photo location, we crested a hill, and I felt compelled to stop.

A lovely S-curve led my eye into the distance. Passing clouds created alternating bands of light and shadow. After waiting a few minutes, the light playing over the scene seemed right and I pressed the shutter.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) fall leaves https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/11/fall-leaves Fri, 08 Nov 2024 16:33:02 GMT
Mormon Row https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/11/mormon-row

Mormon Row

To old time mountain men, a high mountain valley is known as a “hole.” Jackson Hole (originally called Jackson's Hole) is a valley between the Gros Ventre and Teton mountain ranges in Wyoming.

Wyoming’s population grew slowly before statehood in 1890. It remained relatively untouched and pristine until 1884 when the first white residents arrived. Most were drawn to the towns of Wilson and Jackson.

About the same time, leaders of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS) sent parties from the Salt Lake Valley to establish new communities. They were expanding outside of Utah, Idaho and Arizona.

Their timing was excellent. The Homestead Act of 1862, the Timber Culture Act of 1873, and the Desert Act of 1877 all encouraged settlement of the West.

An LDS party selected a location fourteen miles north of Jackson, Wyoming in 1895. It had rich alluvial soil that was marginally better than the rock-filled dirt that covered the rest of the valley. Shelter from the wind provided by Blacktail Butte to the southwest prevented the topsoil from being blown away.  

What those pioneers did was unusual. In stark contrast to typically isolated Western homesteads, the LDS homesteaders created a north-south community along a central road. They clustered their farms to share labor and community.

A church and a school were at its heart. Fields and agricultural lands were located behind each of the 27 homesteads. It was named Grovont by the U.S. Post Office after the nearby Gros Ventre River.

Mormon “line villages” such as Grovont were also known as “Mormon Rows” throughout the West.  Initially the term was not flattering. Over time, it acquired a positive connotation.

The horse and wagon (sleigh in winter) remained the principal form of transportation in Jackson Hole, even after the introduction of automobiles. This kept the local cash crop of hay and oats economically viable.

Horse and hand labor built an intricate network of levees and dikes to funnel water from the nearby Gros Ventre River to their fields. Water still flows in some of those ditches today.

It was a hard life. A prolonged drought or a hailstorm could mean the difference between barely surviving and bankruptcy. The unpredictable weather caused farmers to diversify into small cattle and sheep operations.

Mormon Row initially flourished and then slowly faded over the span of nearly a century. Parcel by parcel, the National Park Service was gifted or acquired properties as leases expired.

The Shot

Often photographed, the Moulton barn with the Teton Range in the background is a symbol of Jackson Hole, Wyoming. I was looking for a different take on this icon.

I received a heartwarming birthday gift on the evening of September 25. Our leader, Don Smith, had done the planning for a night shoot at the barn. The Milky Way would be above the barn with Blacktail Butte behind it.

Arriving before sunset, I set up my tripod with my friends, Mike Loebach and Jon Christofersen. When twilight ended and the skies really became dark, we proceeded to photograph the scene and light paint the barn with a small flashlight.

I felt blessed to celebrate my special day under the stars in such a historic location.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Morman Row https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/11/mormon-row Fri, 01 Nov 2024 11:30:00 GMT
Like a Movie Scene https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/10/like-a-movie-scene

Like A Movie Scene

Schwabacher Landing is a photographer’s favorite. It’s one of the most popular locations in Grand Tetons National Park near Jackson, Wyoming.

The Landing offers a full, unobstructed view of the jagged, snow-capped Tetons framed by spruce and cottonwood trees. If you arrive before dawn, you can marvel at the glorious sunrise colors playing onto the glowing majestic peaks mirrored in the placid waters of the Snake River at your feet.

The location is named after a family of German immigrant settlers. The Schwabachers arrived in the late 1800s and established a homestead in the area. Beaver dams altered the course of the nearby Snake River creating a tranquil landing.

This boat landing provided vital river access. It allowed fur trappers and traders a means of entry to the remote wilderness and abundant wildlife of the Teton Range.

Over time, the fur trade waned, and Schwabacher Landing transitioned into a homestead and ranching area. Today, it is celebrated for its natural beauty, attracting photographers, nature enthusiasts, and wildlife observers.

It remains one of only four locations in the park where the Snake River can be easily accessed by fishermen, canoeists and rafters. Moose, pronghorn, mule deer, and bald eagles are commonly seen in the immediate vicinity of the landing.

Privately owned tour companies provide guided fishing and rafting trips commencing from the landing. The immediate area is also a popular spot for wedding parties. Above the landing, along the main highway, there are additional vistas of the Teton Range.

The 2010 Shot

I was privileged to first witness a sunrise at Schwabacher Landing back in 2010. I had never heard of it, but the workshop leader said it was a remarkable, hidden gem.

Out of the ten photographers on that 2010 workshop, only friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen and I joined our leader for a last morning of photography at Schwabacher. The rest were too exhausted and slept in.

After a short walk, we arrived to find a non-photographer sitting in a folding chair waiting to enjoy the sunrise. Jon and I set up our tripods in the tiny landing space and composed our shots. A little later, another photographer arrived, and we weaved our tripod legs together to make room for him.

The sky was severely clear (boring) that morning, so my favorite image was taken in the blue hour and featured star trails.

  

The Shot from September 23, 2024

When I returned to Schwabacher Landing with friends Jon Christofersen and Mike Loebach last month, we were again the first to arrive. After that, we noticed some differences.

The Landing had been cleared with room for dozens of photographers. And as dawn approached, the space was filled with camera buffs.

After taking this Friday’s Photo, we packed up and walked back to the parking lot. There must have been a hundred photographers lined up along the Snake with an equal number of tourists with camera phones enjoying the show. How times have changed.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Schwabacher Landing https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/10/like-a-movie-scene Fri, 25 Oct 2024 11:30:00 GMT
Country Roads https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/10/country-roads Honeymoon TrailHoneymoon Trail

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Momma
Take me home, country roads

John Denver, from “Take Me Home, Country Roads”

Country Roads

Childhood memories run deep. Growing up in Minneapolis, my family often headed north to explore the Arrowhead region of Minnesota. I vividly remember taking the back roads, especially in a time when President Eisenhauer’s dream of an interstate highway system was just beginning to be realized.

The further north you traveled, the more rustic it became. Grand Marais, near the Canadian border on Lake Superior, was a sleepy little town. From there, you could drive into Minnesota’s wilderness on the Gunflint Trail, a dirt road.

John Denver’s 1971 hit, Take Me Home, Country Roads, is now one of the four official state anthems of West Virginia. But the inspiration for the song had nothing to do with West Virginia.

The inspiration struck while songwriters Taffy Nivert and Bill Danoff were driving along Clopper Road in Montgomery County, Maryland. Danoff stated, "I just started thinking, country roads, I started thinking of me growing up in western New England and going on all these small roads.  It didn't have anything to do with Maryland or anyplace."

The Shot

Two weeks ago, I found myself on the Honeymoon Trail Road in the back country near Tofte, Minnesota. Suddenly, I was flooded with memories of my childhood vacations in the north woods. The country road had taken me home.

When our photography group saw the road curving nicely to the right and out of sight, we stopped for a picture. The road sign seemed to be the perfect counterpoint to the brilliant distant tunnel in the leaves where the road disappeared.

As with most rural signs, it had a few bullet holes. Actually, twenty-four bullet holes and two shotgun hits.

After taking this image, I wandered up and down the road in search of a better composition. After about an hour, we realized that the first image was the best and we piled back into the car seeking other compositions.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Honeymoon Trail https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/10/country-roads Sun, 20 Oct 2024 00:15:24 GMT
The Season with Two Names https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/10/the-season-with-two-names Hovland WoodsHovland Woods

The Season with Two Names

Summer is over and winter hasn’t yet arrived. Do you call this season autumn or fall? And why does it have two names?

The names of our two extreme seasons, winter and summer, are very old words. The reconstructed Proto-Indo-European (PIE) language originated from around 4500 BCE to 2500 BCE in Eastern Europe and Central Asia.

Summer comes from the PIE root sem, which means half. This suggests that in Europe, there were originally only two seasons. The root sem transformed into many similar words such as sumor, sumar, and somer.

Winter comes from the PIE root wed, which means water, wet, or rainy. It was similarly transformed with the English word winter coming from the Proto-Germanic wintruz.  

The other two seasons are relatively recent additions. There were no distinct English words for spring or fall until the 16th century.

Descriptions of springtime first appeared in Early Modern English, from the 14th to the 16th centuries. Numerous words such as vere, primetide, and lenten described springtime. According to Earl R. Anderson in his book Folk Taxonomies in Early English, this variety of terms suggests spring was unimportant compared to winter and summer.

The same applies to fall. It was sometimes described as the time for harvest, but harvest referred to an activity and not to a season.

Autumn first appeared in English around the late 14th and early 15th centuries. It coexisted with harvest as a loose description of the season for another 200 years.

Fall first shows up in the mid-16th century in England as the fall of the leaf, which was shortened to just fall. Like harvest, it was descriptive. But it also evoked a poetic sense of what made this season different.

The recognition of fall/autumn as a distinct season started in England at the same time the American colonies began to separate linguistically from British English.

Noah Webster, of Webster’s Dictionary, was an ardent spelling reformer. His work was sensible and logical (center instead of centre, for example). But he was also politically motivated to differentiate American English from British English. By the mid-19th century, Americans commonly used fall and the British commonly used autumn.

The Shot

Last week, friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen and I walked into the Hovland Woods Scenic and Natural Area near Grand Marais, Minnesota. We were in search of fall color.

The Woods are home to over a dozen native plant communities. Aspen-birch forest blankets roughly half of the 1,280 acres. Because nearby Lake Superior moderates the climate affording cooler summers, milder winters and higher humidity, a sugar maple hardwood forest can exist there.

After a pleasant hike, we arrived at the sugar maple forest. We had the occasional reds we were looking for to compliment the vibrant yellows, oranges, and greens of other leaves and the blue of the sky.

Pointing our cameras upwards and using the edge of a tree to produce a sun star, we rejoiced in being there and in capturing some of Minnesota’s beauty.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) fall color https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/10/the-season-with-two-names Fri, 11 Oct 2024 12:00:00 GMT
Rakaposhi https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/9/rakaposhi RakaposhiRakaposhi

Rakaposhi

Last looks are often memorable. This one is forever etched in my memory.

It was November 11, 2023, our last evening of photography in Pakistan. I was standing with our photography group on the side of a dirt road just outside the remote village of Chaprot at over 9,000 feet above sea level.

Framing RakaposhiFraming Rakaposhi

There was a chill in the air. It was late fall, and when the sun dipped behind the ridge to our right, my jacket and hat provided me with a soothing warmth.

We peered into a picturesque valley and off into the distance. A small stream served as a striking photographic leading line transporting the viewer to a distant, compelling mountain peak.

It was Rakaposhi. The sight commanded our rapt attention.  The mountain is simply spellbinding.

It’s the only peak on earth that descends directly and without interruption for almost 20,000 feet from its summit to its base. Rakaposhi is also the only mountain in the world rising directly from beautifully cultivated fields to its dizzying height of 25,550 feet.

It’s a tough climb. The first successful recorded ascent wasn’t until 1958 by Mike Banks and Tom Patey, members of a British expedition. It took another 21 years before the second team reached the summit in 1979.

If you decide to climb Rakaposhi, base camp is a record 16,400 feet below the summit. Every other tall mountain in the world has a shorter climb from base camp.

The Shot

We waited until the sun kissed just the top of the peak. I’m sure I looked less than graceful taking the picture. Placing the tree on the left in the ideal part of the frame required me to stand on my tippy toes on a small rock near the edge of a drop-off with the camera held as high as possible over my head.

It took several attempts before everything was in the frame and level. You’re probably laughing, but you try it!

We just stood in admiration as the mountain gradually lost its illumination. Finally, it was time for high fives, handshakes, and hugs as we reluctantly concluded our trip and prepared to start the journey home.

The downhill drive out of Chaprot to the highway took several long hours on a sketchy dirt road. It was several more hours until we arrived at our hotel for a good night’s sleep. But Pakistan was worth every minute of our arduous travels.

If you want to see a 39-second video of the start of our drive back to the hotel, it’s at  Zenfolio | Chuck Derus | Pakistan

I’m on vacation for the next few weeks, so the next Friday Photo won’t be until October 11.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Rakaposhi https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/9/rakaposhi Fri, 20 Sep 2024 00:31:34 GMT
Home of the Vulcans https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/9/home-of-the-vulcans Land of VulcanLand of Vulcan

Home of the Vulcans

Vulcans are the fictional extraterrestrial species in the Star Trek franchise. Noted for their pronounced eyebrows, pointed ears, strict adherence to logic, and a distain for emotion, they are from the fictional planet Vulcan.

The most notable Vulcan is Spock. He was first played by actor Leonard Nimoy in the original 1966-1969 TV series Star Trek. The three-year, eighty-episode series inspired an additional fourteen TV series and an equal number of movies.

Star Trek is a 2009 motion picture prequel to the original TV series. The 11th film in the franchise was written as a reboot that spawned two sequels. It featured the main characters of the original TV series portrayed by a new, younger cast.

Swell Times

If you watch the movie, you'll be seeing Utah scenery. Scenes of Spock's home world Vulcan were shot in the San Rafael Swell. It’s the same San Rafael Swell from last week’s Friday Photo.

The movie crew spent five days filming in the Swell. This wild country of barren rocks, dagger-like peaks, and hidden canyons made for a perfect alien planet.

Watch the scene where Spock witnesses the antagonist Nero destroy Vulcan. You’ll see the silhouette of the San Rafael Swell peaks disappear into the misty distance.

The Shot

In March of 2023, friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen and I hiked into the Swell’s Ding and Dang canyon trail. After scrambling a hundred feet up to a ridge, we launched our drones and started exploring.

I began looking west, but when I turned east and saw the rising sun, I knew I had my shot.

The next Friday Photo will be September 20. I’m taking next week off.  

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) San Rafael Swell https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/9/home-of-the-vulcans Fri, 06 Sep 2024 14:38:26 GMT
Land of Lincoln https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/land-of-lincoln

Land of Lincoln

At age 23, with no real qualifications and limited formal education, Abraham Lincoln ran for his first Illinois political office. Following an initial loss in 1832, Lincoln subsequently served four terms in the Illinois House of Representatives.

In 1836, after borrowing and reading books on the law, he received his Illinois law license. On April 15, 1837, Lincoln moved to Springfield, Illinois, to practice law with John Todd Stuart.

It’s also where he met Mary Todd. In the fall of 1842, they decided to marry despite the opposition of Mary’s family.

He set his sights on the U.S. House of Representatives and was elected to his only term there in 1846. In January 1849, before his term ended, he proposed an amendment to abolish slavery in the District of Columbia. When his term ended, he returned to Springfield.

In 1854, Lincoln won a fifth term in the Illinois House of Representatives but decided to run for the U.S. Senate instead. He lost to Stephen A. Douglas.

Then came the Republican National Convention of 1860 and the rest is history. On a rainswept morning of February 11, 1861, Lincoln left for Washington, D.C. He did not return until May 4, 1865, when his funeral train’s somber journey finally ended in Springfield.

Sight Seeing

Last week, my wife Christine and friends Deb and Win Wehrli visited Springfield and the Illinois State Fair. Our first afternoon found us visiting the Illinois Capitol Building, the Illinois Supreme Court building, the Lincoln Presidential Museum, and Frank Lloyd Wright’s Dana-Thomas House.

Me, my wife Christine, Deb Wehrli, and Win Wehrli

Coming from Minnesota, this was my first visit as a tourist to Illinois’ capital. In the late 1990s, I made several work trips to the Capitol building to “work the rail” lobbying legislators in my former role as chair of the Illinois Association of HMOs Medical Directors Commission.

What captivated my attention last week was touring the Illinois State Capitol Building. I kept imagining a young Lincoln honing his political skills in that very building.

His words came to mind. “As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This expresses my idea of democracy. Whatever differs from this, to the extent of the difference, is no democracy.”    

The Shot

The featured image is looking up 361 feet to the dome of the highest non-skyscraper capital building in the U.S. It’s even higher than the U.S. Capitol. It’s framed by the outstretched arms of a sculpture of a woman.

The sculpture represents "Illinois Welcoming the World." A plaster statue, by sculptor Julia M. Bracken, was first displayed in the Illinois Building at the 1893 Columbian Exposition.  The sculptor was then asked to reproduce the statue in bronze for the Capitol. It was dedicated on May 16, 1895.

My second favorite photo is the Illinois House of Representatives chamber. Again, my thoughts went to Lincoln.

 

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Springfield https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/land-of-lincoln Fri, 30 Aug 2024 20:24:40 GMT
A Kaleidoscope of Colors and Shapes https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/a-kaleidoscope-of-colors-and-shapes Land of Vulcan 2Land of Vulcan 2

A Kaleidoscope of Colors and Shapes

The San Rafael Swell offers a visitor an abundance of geologic marvels. It’s located in Emery County in central Utah. Part of the Colorado Plateau, it extends for approximately 75 by 40 miles.

You can thank an orogeny for this formation.  That’s the process where a section of the earth's crust is folded and deformed by lateral compression to form a mountain range.  Created 40 to 70 million years ago, the Swell is home to variegated desert colors and shapes.

Layer upon layer of colorful ancient blue-gray shale, greenish limestone, reddish Wingate sandstone, and golden-buff Dakota and Navajo sandstones cover the landscape. And erosion has created tall fins, domes, cliffs, and deep canyons.

The Shot

In 2023, friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen and I set out for the Southern part of the Swell near Goblin Valley. We made our way for a few miles along the Ding and Dang Canyon trail and then ascended about one hundred feet to a ridge.  

From there, we had the necessary line of sight for control of our drones. We flew to a promising location about a mile away. After arriving, I felt like a kid marveling at a kaleidoscope for the first time.  

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Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Rafael San Swell https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/a-kaleidoscope-of-colors-and-shapes Fri, 30 Aug 2024 20:24:08 GMT
Immersed https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/immersed Hunza Valley LayersHunza Valley Layers

Immersed

Have you ever felt like you could walk into a painting or a photograph? And did you linger in rapt attention, eyes moving throughout the image? I experienced this recently.

Bill Hughes (1932-1992) Canyon Passage 1991 Oil on Canvas

I was in Marietta, Georga in June visiting friends John and Joann Vineyard. They suggested a visit to the nearby Booth Museum of Western Art. This painting stopped the three of us in our tracks. We felt compelled to “walk into it” and linger.

The 3-D Challenge

Grabbing and maintaining interest in a two-dimensional landscape image requires conveying a sense of depth. You need clues to spatial relationships.

Painters start with a blank canvas and add clues to convey depth. It’s a distinct advantage.

But photographers must choose complimentary subjects and then coherently arrange them in the field. And processing the image in Photoshop™ is often necessary to enhance a sense of depth.

It isn’t always possible. Sometimes photographers reluctantly move on from beautiful scenes because they didn’t convey depth.

Atmosphere is an ally. The sense of three-dimensionality in last week’s Altit Fort photograph was due to atmosphere. The smoke separated the Fort from the distant mountainside creating a sense of distance.

Dust, fog, smoke, and clouds cause objects in the distance to become less distinct, lighter, and less saturated compared to foreground objects. Those clues to distance quickly attract photographers to the subject and viewers to their images.

The Shot

This was taken just after the Altit Fort photograph from last week’s Friday Photo. I had my telephoto lens attached looking for a way to use it to my advantage. A telephoto lens compresses perspective, making objects appear closer together.

After spotting the compressed repeating triangle shapes of the mountainsides retreating into the hazy distance, I knew I had my composition with those much-needed clues to depth.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) pakistan https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/immersed Fri, 16 Aug 2024 15:06:29 GMT
Altit Fort https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/altit-fort Altit FortAltit Fort

The Hunza Valley

The Hunza Valley is tucked away among the precipitous peaks of the Karakoram Mountains in northern Pakistan. Its natural splendor and position on the Central Asian Silk Road have attracted travelers, merchants, and trekkers for centuries.

Beyond its jagged peaks, glaciers, apricot farms, and turquoise lakes, the Hunza is also rich in cultural heritage. Such is the case with Altit Fort.

The People of the Hunza

The origins of the Burusho people in the Hunza realm remain a mystery. Interestingly, the local language has no known links to any other language. So, where did they come from?

According to legend, Altit village was once known as Hunukushal, which means “village of Huns.” Some claim to be descendants of Huns who arrived in the first century from the Huang-Ho valley in China. Others believe themselves to be descendants of Alexander the Great's Greek soldiers.  

Over time, the name of the village changed to Broshal, which means “village of Burushaski speakers.” The people of the village used to follow Buddhism and Hinduism until they were introduced to Islam in the 15th century. In the 1830s, many of its inhabitants embraced the Ismaili sect of Islam.

The Tower and the Fort

The hereditary rulers of the Hunza state are titled Mir. One of them built the Shikari Tower (the first part of the Fort) 1100 years ago. Home to the Royals, the Tower monitored and defended caravans traveling on the Silk Road.

In the 16th century, the local prince married a princess from Baltistan who brought craftsmen to build Altit Fort and nearby Baltit Fort. Subsequently, the Mir and his family moved to Baltit Fort.

Located 1000 feet above the Hunza valley, Altit Fort has a commanding view of the area. The Fort survived centuries of enemy attacks and earthquakes. The builders truly deserve the term craftsmen. The Fort is so well built that it can survive an 8.5 magnitude earthquake!

It wasn’t until 1972 that Hunza transitioned from being a princely state to becoming formally part of Pakistan. Altit Fort is now a popular tourist destination after its restoration by the Aga Khan Foundation in 1990. The museum provides significant insights into the lives of the Mirs and the Royals that lived there.

The Shot

Structures normally don’t interest me. Landscape is my passion. But occasionally, something manmade captivates me.

We drove to a ridge overlooking the Fort last November 11th. Below us, the wonderous Altit Fort dominated the countryside. Wood smoke from thousands of breakfast cooking fires shrouded it in mysterious light.

I must thank photographer Atif Saeed and guide Muqeem Baig for sharing the Hunza with us. While the scenery was gorgeous, their friendship made it a special experience.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Altit Fort https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/altit-fort Fri, 09 Aug 2024 11:00:00 GMT
What's Behind the Logo https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/whats-behind-the-logo A Respite From the WindA Respite From the Wind

Behind the Logo

What’s the story of this famous brand’s logo?

The Patagonia® logo is an Andes Mountains skyline at sunset. The iconic peak right of center is Mount Fitz Roy, located on the border between Argentina and Chile in the region of Patagonia.

The brand’s founder, Yvon Chouinard, began climbing as a fourteen-year-old in 1953. In 1957, he started forging his own chrome-molybdenum steel climbing pitons. They were an excellent product and soon he was in business.

In 1968, Chouinard climbed Fitz Roy. By then, he was concerned about the environmental impact of steel pitons fracturing rocks. He invented aluminum chocks that could be wedged by hand rather than being hammered in and out of cracks.

The first Chouinard Equipment catalog appeared in 1972. Sierra climber Doug Robinson promoted the chocks. Within a few months, Chouinard’s chocks replaced steel pitons.

His Patagonia® company and logo were officially launched in 1973. To support the marginally profitable chock business, his company expanded into clothing – and the rest is history.

The Man Behind the Mountain’s Name

Spanish explorer Antonio de Viedma was the first European to see the mountain in 1783. Argentine explorer Francisco Moreno later named it in honor of British Vice Admiral Robert FitzRoy.

FitzRoy was captain of HMS Beagle. The most famous voyage of the Beagle was its five-year second voyage from 1831 to 1836. His ship carried the recently graduated naturalist Charles Darwin around the world.

Vice Admiral FitzRoy from reddit.com

FitzRoy was also a pioneering meteorologist. He made accurate daily weather predictions and coined the term "forecasts."

In 1854 he established The Meteorological Office, the United Kingdom's national weather and climate service. To this day, the Office provides weather information to sailors, fishermen, and the public for their safety.

The Shot

Patagonia is famous for its winds. They seldom abate. Reflection images require calm conditions and are usually out of the question in Patagonia.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up last April 11. It was calm! Our group drove to a location just outside Los Glaciares National Park near El Chaltén and launched drones.

We were astounded to see a perfect reflection of Fitz Roy in the Río Cañadón de los Torres. We quickly captured images as we worried about a sudden return of the winds. But our luck prevailed, and we were able to fly for a full thirty-minute battery life.

I felt doubly blessed returning to our hotel for breakfast. On my first trip to Patagonia a decade ago, I also had the rare opportunity to capture this reflection image.

A Moment of CalmA Moment of Calm

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Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Fitz Roy https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/8/whats-behind-the-logo Fri, 02 Aug 2024 11:15:00 GMT
Grupo La Paz https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/7/grupo-la-paz Grupo La PazGrupo La Paz

Grupo La Paz

“A stunning place where glaciers fall from the peaks to the sea, turquoise lakes abound, and carnivorous plants guard the entrance to mysterious mountain valleys.” That’s how @patagoniavertical describes the Cordillera Riesco Mountain range

The Grupo La Paz rock towers are the centerpiece of the Riesco. Located in Chilean Patagonia to the west of Puerto Natales, they extend in a north–south direction on the eastern shore of the Fjord of the Mountains.

Aguja Oeste at 3,900 feet is the highest in Grupo La Paz. The tower was first climbed in 1988 by Yvon Chouinard and Jim Donini. One of our guides on the photography charter boat recently traversed the Grupo. Antar Machado was the expedition’s photographer.

Antar’s route traversing the Grupo La Paz. From REGION MAGALLANES - CORDILLERA RIESCO - Grupo... - Patagonia Vertical | Facebook

You can read about Antar’s expedition at https://publications.americanalpineclub.org/articles/13201216189.

Here’s Antar (on the left) looking at my friend Jon Christofersen’s drone composition on the deck of our ship.

The Shot

Often, landscape photography is a leisurely pursuit with cameras mounted on tripods waiting for just the right light to take a picture. Not so on a boat! As we cruised by various features, we had to be prepared to quickly capture an image.

That was the case as we cruised past Grupo La Paz on our April trip to Patagonia. Out of three passes, this pass by appealed to me the most because of the weather. Something about the sky and the light brought a smile to my face as we motored by.

After quickly attaching my telephoto lens, I took a variety of compositions at 200mm. After that, it was time to get out of the rain below deck and enjoy a hot cup of coffee.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Grupo La Paz https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/7/grupo-la-paz Fri, 26 Jul 2024 11:00:00 GMT
The Bear's Cage https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/7/the-bears-cage The Bear's Cage near Red Oak, IowaThe Bear's Cage near Red Oak, Iowa

The Bear’s Cage

I’m not talking about visiting the zoo. The bear’s cage is a slang term used by tornado chasers. The bear is the danger of a tornado, and the cage is the area where it forms.

The cage is located beneath a rotating supercell wrapped in heavy precipitation (rain or hail). It often coincides with the characteristic radar hook-echo signature of potential tornadoes. Visibility in the cage is often poor, and the bear can appear without warning.

 

From www.flame.org

 

An example of a radar hook-echo signature and a tornado. I’m a safe distance away in the blue circled location.

May 21st

The National Weather Service predicted severe, dangerous storms in southwest Iowa. We drove there in the morning to be in position.

The prediction was spot on. By the early afternoon, intense storms started forming. Soon afterwards, intensifying low level winds added the last component needed to produce tornadoes. We ended up spotting four tornadoes.

Number one was near Red Oak, Iowa. It formed a nice stovepipe that lasted several minutes.

Red Oak, IowaRed Oak, Iowa

The Red Oak, Iowa tornado.

We moved to a new location to observe another supercell with tornadic potential. Since tornadoes move northeast, setting up south of the expected path is the safest place to be.

We didn’t have to wait long. A supercell approached our position at 60 mph. As it sped towards us, a big bowl-shaped tornado dropped that was wrapped in violently rotating curtains of rain.

The bear’s cage started hitting a tree line a little over a mile away when we realized we were uncomfortably close. We jumped into the van and drove away to the east at high speed.

Sitting in the rear seat, I turned around and saw the bear’s cage growing larger and closer. After what seemed an eternity (probably only 30 seconds), we pulled away to safety.

Jon Christofersen filmed a hyperlapse video of the tornado’s approach. You can view it at https://cderus.zenfolio.com/p476844829/h1bacd4b5#h1bacd4b5.  

Tornado number three was a large, destructive multi-vortex tornado. We watched it roar across the road a mile or so east of us.  It struck the communities of Villisca, Nodaway, Brooks, Corning, and Greenfield, killing 5 people and injuring 35 others.

An iPhone shot out the front window of the early phase of the deadly Greenfield tornado.

That tornado was rated as a high-end EF4 with ground wind speeds estimated at 185 mph. Wind speeds of 308–319 mph at 36–38 yards above the surface made it the third strongest winds ever recorded in a tornado.

The peak width was 1,600 yards. It stayed on the ground for nearly 43 miles during its 48-minute existence.

We briefly saw our last tornado, number four, as we drove north to get ahead of the storm. But a storm core with huge hail and blinding rain blocked us from continuing the chase. We called it a day.

It was an exhilarating, yet intensely sad day. A four-tornado day is remarkable. But lives were lost, people were injured, and homes and businesses were destroyed.

The Shot

This image of tornado number two was taken a few seconds before we bugged out. From now on, the only bear’s cage I want to see up close is at Brookfield Zoo.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Bear's Cage https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/7/the-bears-cage Fri, 19 Jul 2024 12:45:00 GMT
Battered But Not Broken https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/7/battered-but-not-broken Bonsai OverlookBonsai Overlook

Battered But Not Broken

The South American Lenga tree is a survivor. It’s a deciduous tree or shrub native to the southern Andes range. It grows in areas with low temperatures down to −22 °F and abundant snow.

The northern half of its distribution is only in the Andes. It’s found at sea level in its southernmost natural environment. It can even survive in Tierra del Fuego, the southern tip of the New World.

The Lenga can reach heights of up to 100 feet with a trunk diameter of 5 feet In more northern regions, it grows only at heights above 3300 feet in the form of a shrub.

The dark green elliptic-shaped leaves are dark green and turn to yellow and reddish tones in autumn. The fruit is a small nut 4–7 mm long.

When shaped by the howling winds and icy temperatures of Patagonia, it can take on a bonsai appearance. That archetypal appearance makes it a distinctive foreground for photographs of Patagonia.

A bonsai shaped Lenga tree in a rainbow looming over our Zodiac as we return to our boat in the Patagonian fjords.

The Shot

This is another image of the same area as the waterfall described in my June 7 Land of Giants Friday Photo. If you look closely, you can see the falls in the lower left.

After the falls image, I flew a second drone flight up the glacial stream and higher up. This time, I was looking to include a foreground Lenga tree.

The shape of Lenga in the lower right seemed to complement the diagonal of the stream leading to the glacier. And the trees were starting to turn color (April is fall in South America) adding a pop of yellow to the scene.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Lenga Tree https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/7/battered-but-not-broken Sat, 13 Jul 2024 14:24:27 GMT
Thank the Vikings https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/6/thank-the-vikings Bernal GlacierBernal Glacier

Thank the Vikings

Fjord and sound. Both words evoke visions of valleys formed by soaring ice-covered peaks reflecting in deep blue, placid waters far below. They are magical places.

But is there a difference between a fjord and a sound? Thanks to the Vikings, the answer is yes.

Fjord comes from the Old Norse word fjǫrthr meaning to travel across. Sound stems from the Old Norse word sund meaning swimming or strait.

A fjord is an underwater valley carved by glaciers. U- and V-shaped valleys carved by ancient glaciers left steep-sided mountains on either side. After the glaciers retreated, sea levels rose by as much as 390 feet inundating the carved valleys with sea water.

The Patagonian Ice Sheet during the last Ice Age. From antarcticglaciers.org:

A sound is a long, wide inlet of the sea between two peninsulas or other landforms. They are usually wider than a fjord. These underwater valleys are formed by river valley flooding, not by glaciers. Sounds often parallel the coastline, separating it from an island.

Both are often mistakenly used interchangeably. Milford Sound in New Zealand is technically a fjord, and Limfjord in Denmark is actually a sound!

My Visit

The most exciting part of my April visit to Patagonia was experiencing the Chilean fjords. We departed from Puerto Natales and went into the Canal de las Montañas.

 

From Wikipedia.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly ever-present howling winds and overcast skies of the fjords gave way to a pair of sunny, calm days. We could fly our drones!

The Shot

On April 15, we motored to the Bernal Glacier, a 30,000-year-old glacier slowly inching into the Canal de las Montañas. It was tricky flying because drones require line of sight to control them. Our foreground was on the very edge of our ability to maintain radio contact and control them.

The foreground was about three miles away at an altitude of 2,300 feet. Once I flew there, it was a matter of fine tuning the drone’s location. I wanted the glacial cracks aligned with the Cordillera Sarmiento Mountains about four miles further away.

The locations of the boat, Bernal Glacier, drone, and Cordillera Sarmiento Mountains.

Later that evening, Pim, the ship’s cook, poured Chivas on the rocks after dinner. But it wasn’t ordinary ice; these were 30,000-year-old ice cubes from the glacier.

You never know what you’ll experience when you travel!

The next Friday Photo is July 12 due to a family vacation.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Patagonia https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/6/thank-the-vikings Thu, 27 Jun 2024 20:46:47 GMT
Icy Wilderness https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/6/icy-wilderness Swamper LakeSwamper Lake

Icy Wilderness

It’s the result of ice. Lots and lots of ice.

 The million-acre Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (BWCAW) was formed by glaciers that scraped and gouged the rock of far northeastern Minnesota. The last Ice Age’s alternating episodes of glacial advance and retreat encompassed the period c. 115,000 – c. 11,700 years ago.

When it finally ended, their passage left behind rugged cliffs, crags, canyons, gentle hills, towering rock formations, rocky shores, sandy beaches and several thousand lakes, streams, and islands all surrounded by forest.

The BWCAW extends nearly 150 miles along the international boundary between Canada and the United States. North of the border is Canada’s Quetico Provincial Park while Voyageurs National Park is to the West in the U.S.

The BWCAW offers priceless solitude, challenge and absorption into nature. You won’t see motorized vehicles or many people on its more than 1,200 miles of canoe routes, 12 hiking trails, and over 2,000 designated campsites. You will see black bears, moose, foxes, and deer. And if you drop a line in the water, you’ll be rewarded with trout, walleye, bass, pike, muskie, and panfish.

The area was set aside in 1926 to preserve its primitive character. It became a part of the National Wilderness Preservation System in 1964 allowing visitors to canoe, portage and camp in the spirit of the French Voyageurs of 200 years ago.

My Visits

I’ve been fortunate to spend time in the BWCAW on several occasions. My first trip was during medical school. Eight of us from our Nu Sigma Nu medical fraternity set off during summer break.

 

That’s me on the far left.

Back then, we either portaged a double pack or a canoe and a single pack. On my last trip there thirty years ago with my son, I was down to a single pack or the canoe.

My medical school roommate Jeff Knutson shows off what a 25-year-old can portage.

Luckily, there’s always down time between canoeing and portaging. For some it’s a book. For others it is sitting down and enjoying the view. I always enjoyed the chance to fish.

Waiting for a bite (fish, not mosquito).

The Shot

Last August I was with Jon Christofersen and several other photographers on a workshop photographing the Milky Way. We stayed in Grand Marais, Minnesota and drove north along the Gunflint Trail Road near the BWCAW every evening for photography.

I wish I could tell you that the red canoe just happened to be at Swamper Lake. But our group leader had brought it along as a prop with this type of image in mind. The scene brought back memories of past serene BWCAW evenings with friends and family.

Since the sky was nearly empty of clouds, I decided to wait for the sun to kiss the horizon. The resulting sun star helped add visual interest to the photo.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) BWCAW https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/6/icy-wilderness Tue, 25 Jun 2024 14:53:46 GMT
"Udderly" Striking https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/6/-udderly-striking

Udderly Striking

No, it’s not a typo. This title is for my good friend and fellow punster since seventh grade, Mark Hendrickson.

Look at the prominent pouch-like clouds on the left underneath the anvil cloud. Those are mammatus.

Most clouds form in rising air. But not mammatus clouds. They are a rare example of upside-down clouds formed by sinking air.

Mammatus clouds require three ingredients. The first is that the sinking air must be cooler than the air around it. The second is that the sinking air has a high liquid water or ice content. The third is the presence of dry air beneath the moist air.

As the cooler, water/ice-rich air sinks, bag-like cloud sacs form that resemble cows’ udders. The name comes from the Latin mamma meaning udder. Although mammatus most frequently form on the underside of a cumulonimbus cloud, they can develop underneath cirrocumulus, altostratus, altocumulus, and stratocumulus.

Mammatus clouds last longer if the sinking air contains large water drops or large snow crystals. The larger the particle, the more energy and time it takes for evaporation to occur. But the cloud droplets eventually evaporate and the mammatus clouds dissipate.

Mammatus clouds are most often associated with anvil clouds and severe thunderstorms. While they look scary, they are not a warning sign of an impending tornado. 

The Shot

On May 19, our storm chasing tour was positioned near Arnett, Oklahoma. The leader picked this supercell as having tornadic potential. But it was a high precipitation supercell that hid any tornadoes inside a torrential downpour.

During our several hour chase, we noticed crepuscular rays (sun beams or God rays) in the distance. We had to stop for photos because an interesting atmosphere is irresistible to photographers.

All we had for a foreground was a barbed wire fence. You’re probably thinking “Couldn’t Chuck find a more interesting foreground?” Please feel free to visit rural Oklahoma and discover a more interesting foreground for my next photo there. 😊

I was struck by the combination of beautiful mammatus above, sun beams in the distance, and the dichotomy between the ominous, dark supercell on the right and the sun peeking out on the left.

We all took a moment from our photography to simply admire the view. The quotation from Cheryl Strayed in her book Wild came to mind. “There’s always a sunrise and always a sunset and it’s up to you to choose to be there for it… Put yourself in the way of beauty.”

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Mammatus https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/6/-udderly-striking Sat, 15 Jun 2024 14:44:22 GMT
In the Fjords https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/6/in-the-fjords Waterfall Above the FjordWaterfall Above the Fjord

Land of Giants

Travelers often perpetuate myths. In 1520, The explorer Magellan used the term Patagón (possibly meaning bigfoot) to describe “giants” living in the southern tip of South America. By his and other accounts, they exceeded at least double normal human height.

Early maps of the New World would sometimes attach the label Regio Gigantum (region of giants) to the area. It’s likely the native Tehuelche, who tended to be taller than Europeans of the time, were the origin of this myth. Tales of giants maintained a hold upon European imagination for nearly 300 years.

The name Patagonia (land of giants) for the region stuck. The region encompasses the southern end of South America. 

Patagonia is shaded orange. From Wikipedia.

In the west, it encompasses the southern section of the Andes Mountains along with lakes, fjords, temperate rainforests, and glaciers. In the east, it contains deserts, tablelands, and steppes. With so many features, it’s a photographer’s paradise.

What’s a Fjord?

A fjord is a long, deep, narrow body of water that reaches far inland. Fjords are often set in U-shaped valleys with steep walls of rock on either side.

To be named a fjord, it must be created by glaciers. During the last ice age, glaciers covered just about everything. The movement of glaciers below sea level carved deep valleys. As the ice age ended, these valleys, sometimes thousands of feet deep, were filled with sea water creating fjords.

Fjords are found mainly in Chile’s Patagonia, Norway, New Zealand, Canada, Greenland, and Alaska. Their size can be mind boggling. Sognefjorden, a fjord in Norway, is almost 100 miles long.

The Shot

My trip to Patagonia in April included four days on a boat in the remote Patagonian fjords. We departed from Puerto Natales and were blessed with two days of mild weather, an unusual occurrence in this region.

The ExploradorThe Explorador

Our vessel the Explorador

Our drones turned out to be extremely useful. While beautiful from a distance, the interesting features like glacial streams and waterfalls were inaccessible due to nearly impenetrable forest and grueling climbs.

Reflections in the FjordReflections in the Fjord

That tiny stream in the valley looks photogenic but is impossible to reach by foot.

Thanks to my drone, I was able to fly upstream and identify several interesting compositions. After taking this image, I flew to an altitude of 3,000 feet and discovered a gorgeous alpine lake over a mile away.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/6/in-the-fjords Mon, 10 Jun 2024 15:12:53 GMT
The Supercell https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/5/the-supercell

The Supercell

Super isn’t an exaggeration. Supercell thunderstorms can tower over the land reaching heights of up to 13 miles. The anvil shaped top can stretch as large as 60 by 180 miles.

 

May 23, 2016, near Northfield, Texas

Typically no more than twelve miles across at the base, supercells produce severe weather, including damaging winds over 70 mph, very large hail (the record is eight inches in diameter), and sometimes tornadoes. Once formed, they can last for hours.

The difference between a regular thunderstorm and a supercell is the presence of a deep and persistent rotating updraft called a mesocyclone.  This rotation produces a stacked plates appearance as seen above.

An Ingredient List

You need four ingredients for a supercell: wind shear, lift, instability, and moisture.

Wind shear is produced by a difference in the speed and direction of wind at different altitudes, typically at 5,000 feet and 20,000 feet. Shear creates rotation of the storm’s updraft, the critical ingredient for supercells.

Wind shear also causes the rotating updraft to tilt. That tilt separates the rotating mesocyclone updraft (red up arrow) of warm, moist air from the downdraft (blue down arrow) of rainy, cold air. Without tilt, cold and warm air mix, ending the storm.

From the University of Arizona

Supercells are most common in the central United States. The Great Plains of the Dakotas, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, Kansas, Oklahoma, and Texas offer unobstructed views of these beasts. 

The Shot

On May 19, our storm chasing tour was positioned near Arnett, Oklahoma. The leader picked this supercell as having tornadic potential. But it was a high precipitation supercell that hid any tornadoes inside a torrential downpour.

There probably was an unseen tornado hidden in the rain. On radar, the circled area in blue indicates a small debris cloud associated with a tornado. And the second radar image indicates giant hail.

Radar images courtesy of Greg Dutra, ABC 7 Chicago meteorologist and neighbor.

We weren’t disappointed by the lack of a visible tornado. The supercell’s beautiful structure was much more photogenic than a tornado.

After admiring the storm for about a half hour, we returned to the van and chased it until sunset. Then it was time for the long drive to Salina, Kansas, five hours away. After 944 miles of riding in the van that day, crawling into bed at 2:00 am never felt so good.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) supercell https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/5/the-supercell Fri, 31 May 2024 11:30:00 GMT
A Survivor https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/5/a-survivor

A Survivor

Very few buildings survived the Great Chicago Fire of 1871. Old St. Pat’s Catholic Church is one of them. The fire missed the church by a mere two blocks. It became the oldest public building in the City of Chicago.

Irish immigration to Chicago began in the 1830s. Arrivals grew exponentially following serial potato crop failures beginning in 1845. By 1860, Chicago had the fourth largest Irish community in the country.

The same religious divisions in Ireland traveled to America along with the immigrants.  Protestants separated themselves from Catholics by both religious identity and by socioeconomic class.

Irishness in Chicago became synonymous with Catholic, working-class, and poor. Prejudice against Irish immigrants led to pervasive social stereotyping. It wasn’t until 1997 that the Chicago City Council exonerated Mrs. O’Leary and her cow of all guilt for starting the Great Chicago Fire.

Chicago’s Irish Catholic immigrants needed their own church. Irish bishop William Quarter met that need by founding Old St. Patrick’s Church on Easter morning of 1846. Named for the patron saint of Ireland, it was the first English-speaking Roman Catholic church in Chicago.

A humble wooden building at the intersection of Randolph and Desplaines Streets served the parish for ten years. A larger replacement was needed, and two of Chicago’s earliest practicing architects, Augustus Bauer and Asher Carter designed the current church.

The cornerstone was laid for the new building on May 23, 1853. It was constructed of yellow Cream City brick from Milwaukee. After three and a half years of work, the current Old St. Pat’s was dedicated on Christmas Day 1856.

Most Catholic churches feature a prominent crucifix. But not Old St. Pat’s. Look at the floor plan.

The center aisle and the steps to the altar create a cross. And the curving, tapering pews represent the ribs of Christ on the cross. Take another look at the photo.

A New Life

Old St. Pat’s was never located in a fashionable residential neighborhood. By 1912 the church, located at Adams and Desplaines Streets, was surrounded by a skid row, manufacturing buildings, and warehouses.

Most churches in this situation would have been abandoned. But in Chicago, the Catholic connection to sacred spaces defies economics.

Thomas A. O’Shaughnessy, an illustrator for the Chicago Daily News, breathed new life into the city’s oldest public building. He was hired to redecorate the church between 1912 and 1922. His legacy includes stunning, luminous windows of opalescent pastel colored stained glass as well as intricate Celtic stenciling on the walls and ceiling.

The inspiration for O’Shaughnessy’s Celtic design elements came from two sources. The first was the Celtic design on display at Chicago’s 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition. The second was a European trip between 1905 and 1906. While in Ireland, he was drawn to the themes and pattern work in the Book of Kells, a 9th-century illuminated manuscript containing the four books of the Christian gospels (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John).

O’Shaughnessy designed, constructed, and personally installed the beautiful stained-glass windows of Old St. Pat’s between 1912 and 1922. The twelve side windows were inspired by the Celtic designs of Ireland’s Book of Kells.

Three windows are a triptych installed in the balcony of the eastern facade of the church. They are known as “Faith, Hope & Charity” and as the Terrence MacSwiney Memorial Triptych. MacSwiney was an Irish playwright, author, and politician. He served as the Sinn Féin Lord Mayor of Cork during the Irish War of Independence in 1920.

O’Shaughnessy personally cut and fit over a quarter million pieces of glass into the lead frames of the MacSwiney Memorial Triptych.

The middle MacSwiney window.

Hard Times

By 1950, Old St. Pat’s was again declining and in danger of demolition. Construction of an expressway split the neighborhood causing parishioners to leave for the suburbs.

Fortunately, Old St. Pat’s was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1977 avoiding the loss of this architectural gem. But the decline in parishioners continued.

By 1983, there were only four registered members of the church. Reverend John J. Wall became the pastor. He created a “church for the marketplace” plan with strong outreach to young adults. He also launched the Center for Work and Faith, to attract working professionals. In addition, he recruited young adults in local bars.

And in 1985, his first Old St. Pat’s “World’s Largest Block Party” drew 5,000 people to Des Plaines Street. The event helped create financial security for the parish.

The four tactics worked. Just two years later, the church’s mailing list had grown to 10,000 people.

The block party ended its run in 2020. But today, Old St. Patrick’s is home to more than 3,000 households and innumerable friends. The future appears bright.

The Shot 

When I went to the balcony for a photo of the MacSwiney Memorial Triptych, I noticed the sweeping view of the church below me. This view seemed to capture the spirit and magnificence of this sacred space.

I’ll be gone next week photographing, so the next Friday Photo will be May 31.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Old St. Pat's https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/5/a-survivor Fri, 17 May 2024 03:13:13 GMT
Peace in the Storm https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/5/peace-in-the-storm “There Is Peace Even in The Storm.”

Vincent van Gogh

A rainstorm usually causes disappointment. Your carefully planned picnic is either postponed or cancelled. And if you’re outside, chances are you’ll be soaked.

But for landscape photographers, it represents an intoxicating opportunity! An approaching storm inspires excitement, peace, fear, and caution, all of which are useful in storm photography.

Today’s Friday Photo epitomizes the photographic rewards of storm chasing. One year ago, I was nearing the end of a six-day chase. There were no supercells that day and no possibility of tornadoes.

But a gorgeous shelf cloud was approaching our location at sunset.  A shelf cloud is a low, horizontal, wedge-shaped cloud attached to the base of a thunderstorm. Rising air motion can often be seen in the leading part of the shelf cloud. The underside can often appear turbulent, and wind torn.

This shelf cloud was a beauty, featuring several striations. As the sun approached the horizon, a brilliant, yellow glow suffused the western horizon. And the thick shelf cloud blocked the light causing the eastern horizon to become almost as dark blue as late twilight.

An amazing sense of peace and excitement washed over the group.

The Shot 

A cold gust front hit us as soon as we exited the van to set up our tripods. After feeling hot and sweaty all day in short sleeves and pants, we frantically donned our jackets to stay warm.

After taking a few shots looking south, I turned around to see the light show to the north. Wow! As the violent squall line approached us, fear and caution began to permeate the group.

After a few more minutes of wary shooting, we hastily retreated to the van and drove away to escape its approaching fury.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) storm https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/5/peace-in-the-storm Sun, 12 May 2024 15:11:31 GMT
Jökulhlaup https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/5/j-kulhlaup Wintertime BluesWintertime Blues

A Jökulhlaup Did This!

I like using uncommon words. And what could be more fun than working the word jökulhlaup into a conversation?

Jökulhlaup (pronounced jok-ulh-laup) is an Icelandic word. It combines jökull (glacier) and hlaup (running and flood).

Glacial meltwater can be trapped by an ice dam or against a glacial ice sheet. The meltwater can be caused by warm temperatures or by volcanic/geothermal heating.

The word was first used in the 1800s to describe the well-known subglacial outburst floods from Vatnajökull, Iceland’s glacial icecap. Nowadays, any large and abrupt release of glacial water is referred to as a Jökulhlaup across the world.

On my Alaska photo trip in February, we stayed in the town of Sutton. One of the highlights of the trip was an open-door helicopter ride to photograph an ice cave.

It was a chilly, but exciting ride to the ice cave!

The cave was formed by a jökulhlaup. A one-hundred-foot-deep glacial lake had been very slowly draining out of a small crack at the base of the ice. Over time, the crack widened and then reached a critical size.

The trickle suddenly transformed into a torrential flood, carving out this remarkable cave. We were able to explore several hundred feet into it. Being bathed in blue light and covered by millions of tons of ice is an eerie and thrilling sensation!

The Shot 

I’ve made three attempts to photograph an ice cave. The first time, in Iceland, the cave was very short. I also failed to photograph into the light with a person near the entrance to provide scale.

The second time was during my summer of 2022 Alaska trip. Thick fog and rain forced our helicopter pilot to abort his attempt to land at the ice cave.

My third time was the charm. Helicopter access was easy, and I was determined not to repeat my prior compositional mistakes.

I’m trying to imagine how much water gushed out of the glacier to melt this passage!

There were several locations with good leading lines to the opening and silhouetted model. This one was the most pleasing. I was also hoping viewers could “step into” my shoes and feel the same excitement I was having.

I also captured a 2 minute, 45 second video walking through part of the ice cave. If you’re interested, it’s on my Zenfolio website at Zenfolio | Chuck Derus | Alaska.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) jökulhlaup https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/5/j-kulhlaup Fri, 03 May 2024 11:30:00 GMT
Serendipity https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/4/serendipity Dawn at Torres del PaineDawn at Torres del Paine

Serendipity

One more class would fill my schedule. It was spring quarter of my freshman year in college. There weren’t many courses open because my alphabetical group was the last to choose.

South American Geography 101 was still open and seemed better than the alternatives. Little did I know my selection would ignite a lifelong passion to visit the continent based on my professor’s mesmerizing photographs.

My dream finally came true in 2014 when I visited Chile and Argentina. I photographed Patagonia’s Torres del Paine (PIE-neh) national park. Torres is the Spanish word for tower and Paine means blue in the native Tehuelche language. I also photographed Fitz Roy.

TripAdvisor elected the park as the Eighth Wonder of the World, and it deserves the honor. Established in 1957, it encompasses breathtaking Andean mountains, forests, steppes, glaciers, lakes, rivers, and fjords. My youngest daughter and son-in-law visited Patagonia a few years ago and thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

 

The park averages around 252,000 visitors a year, of which 54% are international.  It’s famous for strong winds that peak in summer (November to January in the southern hemisphere). Expect to be blown off your feet on occasion.

Second Chances

Since it’s 6,487 miles from Chicago, I thought it was going to be my one and only visit. But a second chance presented itself!

During the pandemic lockdown, one of my photography workshops was cancelled. Rather than accept a refund, I opted to roll over the deposit for the opportunity to revisit Patagonia in 2024.

I recently returned from that trip. It was just as magical as the first trip, with the added adventure of four days on a boat in the Patagonian fjords.

Before departing, I wondered if my photography skills had improved over the decade. Was Maya Angelou correct? “I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.”

The Shot 

Lake Pehoé (hidden lake in Tehuelche) provides the iconic view of Paine Grande (left) and the Cuernos (horn) del Paine (right). Photographing well before sunrise was the key change from a decade earlier.

Thirty to forty-five minutes before sunrise, reflected sunlight from below the horizon bathes the landscape in beautiful soft light without any harsh, distracting shadows. It appears to be sunrise, but with much more pleasing light.

Packed up and leaving as a hoard of photographers arrives after the best light is over.

By the time the sun started touching the top of the peaks a half hour later, the site was overrun by photographers. The direct light started producing harsh shadows and dull colors. It was time to pack up and began my 52-hour journey back to Chicago.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Patagonia https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/4/serendipity Fri, 26 Apr 2024 15:01:08 GMT
Beauty and Photography https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/4/beauty-and-photography I-Beam SunsetI-Beam Sunset

Beauty and Photography

We’re surrounded by beauty. But sometimes, the camera fails to capture that arresting scene. Our eyes see the world differently than the camera.

For example, walking through a forest is an alluring experience. Tree trunks, branches, and leaves dance in the light, combining to form lovely images that change with every step.

But what happens when you stop walking and take a picture of the forest? Oftentimes, the photograph is disappointing. The grandeur has been reduced to a chaotic, confusing, jumble of elements by the camera.

I once spent two days in the Hoh Rainforest in Washington State. The sights were mesmerizing. But I emerged with only one good photograph. The hundreds of others appeared to be a feeble attempt to document an explosion in a green spaghetti factory!

Other times, beauty is inescapable, even to the camera. For example, you can stand anywhere on the breathtaking Zabriskie Point Overlook in Death Valley National Park and take the same pleasing image of Manly Beacon.

What About Ugly?

You might think that “ugly” subjects never make arresting photographs. For example, who gets excited at the prospect of images of mud?

Yet images of mud can be delightful.

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Mud cracks in Death Valley National Park

The Shot

Two years ago, I spent several days on Florida beaches photographing the simple beauty of waves. But one evening, the wind was calm, and no good waves appeared.

I could have given up and left for dinner. But I decided to seek out an alternative subject instead.

An assemblage of rusty steel H-beams and broken concrete block was just down the beach. Most people would classify it as junk and want it removed. Could ugly be transformed by the camera?

It had potential. First, I looked for an angle to capture the diagonals. Next, I carefully positioned the camera to avoid any distracting overlapping of the beams. Finally, I used a long shutter speed to simplify and smooth out the water, further reducing distractions.

The sunset light warmed up parts of the rusty orange beams, contrasting nicely with the blues of the sky and ocean. Everything just seemed to come together beautifully in this satisfying image.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/4/beauty-and-photography Mon, 22 Apr 2024 14:08:24 GMT
The Haldi Cones https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/4/the-haldi-cones View from HaldiView from Haldi

The Haldi Cones

The Cones fuse beauty and grandeur to create a breathtaking amalgam. Granite peaks soar majestically to the heavens, adorned with ragged ridges, sharp spires, and towering cliffs.  Most of these peaks have never been climbed because of the rugged terrain, technical difficulties, and limited access.

The Cones are situated near Haldi village in the Ghanche district of Gilgit Baltistan in Pakistan. The landscape surrounding Haldi village is mesmerizing, Verdant valleys, glistening streams, and snow-capped peaks create an idyllic setting.

Along with the captivating Cones, the area offers other attractions. The Saling Valley, Yochung Valley, Machulu Valley, and Haldi Village itself are exceptional sightseeing locations. However, the Machulu Village viewpoint truly shines among these options.

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The Haldi Cones from Machulu Village 

Working the Area

As usual, we arrived early on the morning of November 4 and scouted for locations along the stream running through Haldi village. The villagers were curious and several of them struck up conversations with our group of photographers.

We kept crisscrossing a stream evaluating compositions leading to the Cones. In some spots, it was tricky crossing the rocky stream. Only a single footbridge graced the stream. And in Pakistan, bridges are shared by people, vehicles, and livestock.

   

This goat thought the better of it and turned around when he spotted friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen starting to cross.

The Shot

After finding a composition, we waited for the light. If the sun was too low, the mountain would be unappealing. And if it was too high, numerous harsh shadows on the mountain and in the valley would be chaotic and distracting.

To play it safe, we took photographs every five minutes or so for about a half hour. After that, it was back to town for breakfast and a warm cup of coffee.

I’ll be in the field for the next two weeks, so the next Friday Photo will be on April 19.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/4/the-haldi-cones Fri, 05 Apr 2024 12:00:00 GMT
Mountains https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/mountains Near SalingNear Saling

Mountains

Picturesque is the word to describe northern Pakistan. And the Saling Valley is filled with vivid images.

Nestled in the Ghanche District of Khaplu in Gilgit-Baltistan, the Valley is a destination waiting to be discovered. It also serves as a gateway to the enchanting Hushe Valley.

The markhor goat is the national animal of Pakistan and is abundantly present in the Valley. The word mārkhor (مارخور), meaning "snake-eater," comes from both Pashto and classical Persian languages. It stems from the snake-like form of the male markhor's horns, possibly leading ancient peoples to associate them with snakes.

From science.org

Most people in the Valley grow wheat, potatoes, tomatoes, and other vegetables. Small herds of livestock add milk and meat to the diet. We found everyone to be hospitable and friendly.

The Shot

We awoke well before dawn in nearby Khaplu on November 3 and then drove east.  After a short while, we turned north on a connecting road to the town of Saling. Before we reached town, we stopped, parked, and hiked about a mile east looking for a foreground to complement the distant mountains.

The pre-dawn light beautifully embraced the distant peaks. We had colorful bushes in the foreground and a pair of trees created a complimentary frame-within-a-frame for our composition. Once the sun came up, harsh shadow lines created so many distracting shadows that we put away our cameras.

After that, it was a short hike back to our vehicles. Luckily, breakfast and a hot cup of coffee was not far away in Khaplu.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Pakistan mountain sunrise https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/mountains Fri, 29 Mar 2024 12:00:00 GMT
Greener Than Green River Soda! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/greener-than-green-river-soda

Greener Than Green River Soda!

Is it a celebration of Irish heritage or an excuse to party? It’s probably both. Parties, bar crawls, and parades are held worldwide celebrating St. Patrick’s Day.

The history of St. Patrick’s Day in Chicago dates back more than 175 years. Now a longstanding tradition, Chicago’s Irish parade was first held in 1843 becoming an official city event in the 1950s. Along with the downtown festivities, Chicago’s proud Irish heritage is also on full display in multiple neighborhoods.

Since 1962, Chicago has dyed the east branch of the Chicago River neon green in a now iconic annual celebration. Thousands of people line the Riverwalk and crowd Chicago’s bridges to glimpse the phenomenon. It’s typically held at 10 a.m. the Saturday before St. Patrick’s Day and is followed by the downtown parade.

Crews from the Chicago Plumbers Union Local 130 create a spellbinding spectacle spreading the dye from boats in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. The best views of the newly colored river are from Upper Wacker Drive between Columbus and Fairbanks.

iPhone shot from the Michigan Avenue bridge.

The event started thanks to serendipity. In 1961 Stephen Bailey, business manager of the Chicago Plumbers Local 130, was approached by a plumber.

His normally white coveralls were heavily stained (or dyed) the perfect shade of Irish green. When Bailey asked how his coveralls got this way, he learned that the dye used to detect leaks into the river colored the fabric that special color. 

That's when Mr. Bailey bellowed, “Call the mayor…we will dye the Chicago River green!” That first 1962 river dyeing turned the waters green for nearly a month. Currently, the color only lasts for a few hours. The union’s environmentally friendly dye formula remains a closely held secret.

The Shot

I had never witnessed the event, so fellow photographer Jon Christofersen and I headed downtown last Saturday. In retrospect, we should have left earlier as the traffic and crowds made for slow going.

After trying in vain to find a place to launch our drones in the Columbus/Fairbanks area, we hiked west to Wolf Point at the convergence of the north, south, and east branches of the Chicago River. It was easy to launch drones from there, but signal interference from the buildings limited our range.

I enjoyed this view the most. After the drone landed, we made our way back to our parked car. I should have brought my regular camera as the St. Patrick’s Day revelers were as colorful as the river!

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) St. Patrick's Day https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/greener-than-green-river-soda Sat, 23 Mar 2024 19:34:53 GMT
The Magic of Ice https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/the-magic-of-ice

The Magic of Ice

From the ordinary to wild and downright wacky. The variety of ice we encounter in nature depends on the conditions that created it.

Two forms of ice, hoar frost, and rime ice, excite photographers the most because of their photogenic nature.

Hoar Frost

We’re all familiar with dew. When supersaturated moist air near the surface of the ground is cooled to its dew point, tiny droplets of water condense on surfaces. 

Hoar frost is formed by a similar process. But with hoar frost, the supersaturated moisture in the air skips the liquid droplet stage and goes straight to ice when temperatures are below freezing. Hoar frost also needs calm air that allows those complex lacy deposits of crystals to form.

The name derives from the old English word “hoary,” meaning getting on in age. Many trees, especially evergreens, take on a "hair-like" appearance resembling a white, feathery beard. These deposits are quite fragile.

An example of hoar frost crystals on the icy Dietrich River in Alaska.

Rime Ice

Rime ice can also coat nature in magical ways. When supercooled (below 32°F) fog droplets instantly freeze and attach to exposed surfaces below 32°F, you get rime ice.

Soft rime ice forms under calm wind conditions. The fog usually freezes to the windward side of solid objects, particularly tree branches and wires. It is similar in appearance to hoar frost with narrow white icy needles and scales. Soft rime is quite fragile.

Hard rime ice is denser and more difficult to remove. It’s often seen on trees atop mountains and ridges in winter, when low-hanging clouds cause freezing fog. The fog freezes to the windward side of tree branches, buildings, or any other solid objects, usually with high wind velocities and air temperatures between 28 and 18 °F.

The Shot

We arose on the morning of February 18 and drove the Dalton Highway to an area near Livengood, Alaska looking for a group of hard rime ice-encased trees. We arrived too early and waited in the van where it was warm.

The two trucks that went by both stopped to check on us as we might have been a disabled vehicle. It was a good feeling to know that people cared about our welfare in that remote stretch of Alaska.

As dawn approached, we wandered through the knee-deep snow looking for compositions. This composition was framed on top by a bowed-over tree and an upright tree. Inside the frame were three rime-encased trees and clouds to the east.

Normally, sunrise shooting is a frantic race against time. You typically have mere minutes to capture the warm colors of dawn. But near the Arctic Circle, we had close to an hour of good light! After two hours of photography, we headed back to the van for the long drive south to Sutton, Alaska.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) rime ice https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/the-magic-of-ice Fri, 15 Mar 2024 14:02:54 GMT
Welcome to Coldfoot https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/welcome-to-coldfoot North of ColdfootNorth of Coldfoot

Welcome to Coldfoot

What a name! Coldfoot, Alaska (population 34) is aptly named. The lowest unofficial recorded temperature there was a chilly -82 degrees Fahrenheit!

The town began as an 1899 gold mining camp named Slate Creek. Folklore has it that the current name was derived from gold rush prospectors getting "cold feet" about making the 240-mile journey further north to Deadhorse.

The town languished until the 1970s when the Alaska Pipeline was built. Now it’s a rest stop on the Dalton Highway for ice road truckers heading to the oil fields on Alaska’s northern coast.

The town consists of a truck stop, a motley collection of old-school gas pumps, a hotel, a trooper’s office, an Alaskan Department of Transportation office, post office, and a runway for bush planes.

The Coldfoot Camp truck stop was founded by Iditarod champion Dick Mackey. He started his operation selling burgers out of a converted school bus. Truckers then helped build the truck stop and cafe.


The Coldfoot Camp Trucker’s Café menu.

The hotel rooms are spartan former pipeline worker trailers. But the hotel is the best (and only) hotel in town, so I paid the $300 per night price and enjoyed the experience!

The hotel.

Heat, hot water, a shower, and electricity!

The Shot

Our photography group left Coldfoot on the evening of February 16 in search of the Aurora Borealis. After driving about an hour North, we stopped at the Dietrich River bridge and headed to a location we scouted that afternoon.

But the foreground and the anticipated location of the Aurora didn’t seem quite right. So, we piled into the car and relocated further upriver. We had to trudge about 100 yards in knee deep snow after we stopped at a nearby frozen lake.

Our reward was a pattern of strong leading lines created by tree shadows aimed at a mountain peak across a frozen lake. Now we just had to wait.

Our patience was rewarded when the light show began. We didn’t even notice or care that it was a chilly -11 degrees out. Nature’s beauty mesmerized us. After about three hours, the show stopped, and we headed for the warmth of our unique hotel rooms.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Coldfoot Aurora https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/welcome-to-coldfoot Fri, 08 Mar 2024 15:12:02 GMT
To Dwell on and Remember https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/to-dwell-on-and-remember Holy Trinity Catacombs 3Holy Trinity Catacombs 3

Something to Remember

The morning of January 20 began in a joyous, beautiful, and blessed place. I was at Holy Trinity Polish Catholic Church in the Pulaski Park neighborhood of Chicago. The occasion was a photo tour of this historic church. The tour ended on a somber note.

The church, completed in 1906, is a blend of several architectural styles. This blending is reminiscent of Poland’s Middle Ages churches. As churches sustained damage by war or fire, they were rebuilt and remodeled in a multitude of styles. The architect evidently hoped to remind the Holy Trinity parishioners of churches from the old country.

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Christmas decorations in the Polish tradition go up on December 24 and come down February 2nd on Candlemas.

For over a half century, Holy Trinity was the center of activities for its 60,000 parishioners. Everything you could possibly want was available at church or in the square mile that it served. In 1960, when the Kennedy Expressway cut through the heart of Chicago’s Polonia, the neighborhood and parish slowly declined as Poles moved to the suburbs.

Mass is celebrated strictly in the Polish language. In honor of its 100th anniversary, the congregation began a renovation campaign in 2005. Today, the church’s many features are beautifully restored.

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Part of the ceiling

Catacombs

During construction, pastor Casimir Sztuczko CSC wanted to set aside an area to venerate the holy relics of saints and the beatified. The result is one of the most distinctive and interesting aspects of Holy Trinity, the so-called Catacombs.

Located in the basement, it consists of a winding path lined with niches containing saintly relics leading up to a chamber containing the grave of Christ. There are now 267 relics in the catacomb.

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Part of the Catacombs

The Shot

One heart-wrenching relic commanded my attention. I was looking at a rosary made from bits of bread at Germany’s Ravensbrück concentration camp.

Ravensbrück was a Nazi concentration camp in northern Germany exclusively for women from 1939 to 1945. An estimated 132,000 women passed through the camp during the war. Many of them were slaves working under unspeakable conditions for the Siemens & Halske company.  Among other things, Siemens produced field telephones of the type "Feldfernsprecher 33."

About 48,500 women were from Poland. Fifteen percent of the prisoners were Jewish, with eighty-five percent from other races and cultures. Almost half of all prisoners died at Ravensbrück. The majority perished from disease, starvation, overwork, and despair. About 2,200 were gassed.

Hoping they might survive; Polish Catholic prisoners made rosaries from their skimpy bread rations and hid them. Discovery meant death. The homemade rosary on display had been soaked in the blood of a Polish mother and daughter killed at Ravensbrück.

My thoughts were jolted back to the November 10, 1961, episode of The Twilight Zone. In the episode Deaths-Head Revisited about a concentration camp commandant, Rod Serling ended with this powerful outro.

“All the Dachaus must remain standing. The Dachaus, the Belsens, the Buchenwalds, the Auschwitzes; all of them. They must remain standing because they are a monument to a moment in time when some men decided to turn the Earth into a graveyard. Into it they shoveled all their reason, their logic, their knowledge, but worst of all, their conscience. And the moment we forget this, the moment we cease to be haunted by its remembrance, then we become the gravediggers. Something to dwell on and to remember, not only in the Twilight Zone but wherever men walk God's Earth.”

Lest we forget,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Ravensbrück https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/3/to-dwell-on-and-remember Fri, 01 Mar 2024 21:16:14 GMT
Ladyfinger #2 https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/2/ladyfinger-2 Ladyfinger 2Ladyfinger 2

Ladyfinger #2

Last week’s blog was about compositions that use a frame within a frame. This is a second composition framing Ladyfinger using a pair of trees. Let me know if you prefer the horizontal photograph from last week or this week’s vertical composition.

Driving Through Pakistan

We drove every day during our thirteen days in Pakistan’s Hunza Valley. Delays were not uncommon. 😊

Scores of children walking, laughing, and talking while walking to and from school were a ubiquitous sight. There were no parents dropping off their kids at school. Walking several miles up and down thousands of vertical feet was common.

Our expedition leader, Muqeem Baig (Climax Adventure Pakistan | (climaxadventurepk.com)) commented that the literacy rate of Hunza Valley is above 95 percent. And all children have access to a high school education.

 A few of the schoolchildren we met in villages walking to and from class.

Government school is only $2 US dollars a month. Private schools are substantially more, up to $200 a month.

The Shot

It was early on the morning of November 7 when we arrived at our Ladyfinger viewpoint. The Peak was about 5.5 miles away in the distance. We had sufficient time to scout several possible compositions.

This composition really seemed to place Ladyfinger in a frame within the two-dimensional frame of my photograph. Ladyfinger is in the left center, with nearby Hunza Peak at 20,570 feet on the right.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Ladyfinger https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/2/ladyfinger-2 Sun, 25 Feb 2024 21:29:20 GMT
The Lady in Waiting https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/2/the-lady-in-waiting Ladyfinger 1Ladyfinger 1

Mountaineering vs. Alpinism

Ladyfinger Peak (also known as Bublimotin, Bubli Motin, or Bublimating) is a distinctive rock spire. Located near the city of Gilgit in the westernmost part of Pakistan’s towering Karakoram Mountain range, it stands tall as a lone sentry amidst the gorgeous embrace of the Hunza Valley.

The Peak is a sharp, relatively snowless rock spire that climbs to a dizzying height of 20,000 feet. The last 1,830 feet to the top are nearly vertical.

Ladyfinger is climbed mostly by alpinists, not mountaineers. Alpinism is a specialized form of climbing that focuses on ascending difficult routes in cold and challenging environments. It’s much more demanding, dangerous, and deadly than mountaineering.

Very few alpinists attempt Lady Finger. It’s one of the more difficult climbs in the area. The final 1,830 feet of sheer rock wall are extremely challenging. Those who succeed often paraglide back to the valley.

The Lady in Waiting

Legend has it that Kisar, a magical prince from Baltistan, came to the Hunza Valley on one of his adventures. While there, the already married prince met and married a princess named Bubli. Afterwards, Kisar learned that his first wife had been kidnapped. He promptly prepared to set off and rescue her.

Taking Bubli up the mountain that would later bear her name, he handed her a sack of grain and a chicken. Bubli asked him whether and when he would return. Kisar told her, "Every year give this chicken a single grain to eat. When the sack is empty, I will return. Until that time, stay here."

He left and they say Bubli is still waiting on Ladyfinger Peak.

 The Shot

We left early on the morning of November 7 for our Ladyfinger photoshoot. Arriving well before sunrise, we had plenty of time to evaluate possible compositions. The Peak was about 5.5 miles away in the distance.

When I first saw it, I instinctively grabbed a shot. But the easiest photo is oftentimes the most boring photograph you can create. And that was the case this morning. What could be changed to make a more visually appealing image?

Boring!!!

Every time we take a photograph, we frame our subject. But frames within that frame potentially create striking and powerful images. Careful use of framing can help lead the viewer’s eye through the image and hold their interest much longer.

Luckily, there were several potential compositions that framed Ladyfinger. You’ll see more than one Friday Photo featuring Ladyfinger in a frame.

This framing composition excited me the most. Getting down on my stomach with my camera inches from the ground, an overhead arch of branches and leaves framed the top of the image. Ladyfinger is in the left center, with nearby Hunza Peak at 20,570 feet on the right.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Ladyfinger https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/2/the-lady-in-waiting Fri, 09 Feb 2024 14:15:00 GMT
The Frozen Desert https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/2/the-frozen-desert Sarfaranga Cold DesertSarfaranga Cold Desert

The Frozen Desert

Hot comes to mind when you hear the word desert. But imagine a bizarre landscape of sand dunes, mountains, and extremely cold temperatures.

Welcome to a desert in Pakistan where biting cold dominates the landscape. At 7,500 feet above sea level, you’re in the Sarfaranga Desert, also called the Sarfaranga Cold Desert.

Located in the Shigar Valley near the town of Skardu, this desert displays immense diversity. The Indus River flows nearby. Towering mountains encircle the desert, with their greyish-black hues providing a dramatic backdrop that contrasts with endless golden sand fields. Sinuous, sensual dune shapes are everywhere. Ever-present strong winds create a magical atmosphere of dust and sand in the air.

 

Flying into Skardu in the Shigar Valley gave us our first taste of the sheer mountains in the area. You don’t gradually descend into the Skardu airport; you corkscrew your way down to the ground.

Our group leader somehow talked his way into a cockpit jump seat ride to Skardu. Arriving over Skardu, the pilot put the plane into a tight spiraling descent to the airfield, with the cockpit warning system blaring “Terrain!” repeatedly until the plane landed.

The view out my window near Skardu. Our cruising altitude isn’t much higher than the mountains!

The best time to visit the Sarfaranga Desert is from June to September when temperatures range between 46 and 75 degrees. The temperature can drop as low as 1 degree above zero between October and May. Luckily, we had a mild afternoon day in the 30s when I was there.

The Shot

On the afternoon of November 4, our photography group turned off the main road from Skardu and into the Sarfaranga Desert. Because the mountains are so high, sunset was going to occur at least an hour early when the sun dipped below the mountains.

I launched my drone with a wide-angle lens and pulled out my big camera with a telephoto lens. It turned out that one camera couldn’t capture the magic of what my eye was seeing.

I used a photo from each camera to create a focal length blend. Blending the wide-angle drone photo of the foreground dunes with the distant telephoto view of the mountains allows viewers “to be there” and experience what I saw.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Sarfaranga Cold Desert https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/2/the-frozen-desert Fri, 02 Feb 2024 12:15:00 GMT
The Hawk Wind https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/1/the-hawk-wind “By the shores of old Lake Michigan / Where the Hawk Wind blows so cold..."

The first line of Steve Goodman's song, "A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request"

Five generations of loyal fans endured 108 years of seemingly endless exasperation. The 2016 World Series Champion Chicago Cubs finally snapped a losing streak dating back to 1908. During that void, resilient Chicagoans reassured each other that “Anyone can have a bad century.”

Steve Goodman’s classic song captured the angst of loyal Cub fans during those dark decades. While most of the lyrics make sense to me, I’ve always wondered about the Hawk Wind reference.

If you’ve been to Wrigley Field or anywhere near the Chicago lakefront, you know how a cold wind off the lake can transform a pleasant outing into an exercise in cold weather survival. But what’s this Hawk Wind reference?

Describing Chicago's wind as “The Hawk” or “Hawk Wind” or “Hawkins” is attributable to its popularity in African American vernacular English. The first mention is in "Weather-Lore," by J. H. Evans, published in the 1896 Southern Workman.

The article suggests that the use of “Hawkins is coming,” meaning cold weather is coming, was passed down from the "dark ages of [African American] slavery." The article further states “…when our fore parents were driven by their owners late, and early, they were taught nothing but hard work, therefore they were not able to read or write. But nature taught them many signs regarding the weather.”

Evans documents many examples of cold weather signs including “...If turkeys roost high in a tree, it's a sign of cold weather. You will hear the old folks say, ‘Look out children, Hawkins is coming.’”

The Baltimore Sun ran a series of columns in 1934 examining the origin of the phrase. According to the newspaper, "Hawkins is coming" describes a cold, winter wind.

The Chicago Defender first used the term on October 20, 1936. It wrote "And these cold mornings are on us - in other words 'Hawkins' has got us."

In 1967, Chicago native Lou Rawls wrote this opening lyric to his song Dead End Street.

“I was born in a city they called the 'Windy City'
And they call it the 'Windy City' because of the 'Hawk.' All mighty Hawk
Talking about Mr. Wind kind of mean around wintertime…”


The Shot

It’s been cold enough in Chicago recently for some serious ice to form on the Lake Michigan Shore. Last Sunday afternoon I joined fellow photographers Scott Fuller and John Tarsha for a trip to the city. We settled on North Avenue Beach as the location to explore with our cameras.

Multiple ice-covered objects were on the beach and near the shore. But it was the skyline that interested me the most. The ice in the water left an indelible impression of cold as I looked through the viewfinder.

I set up my camera to look south at the skyline. And then I waited for sunset and the blue hour. The weather up to that point had been cold but tolerable with a light breeze.

Color started to appear in the clouds as the sun neared the horizon. But the approaching sunset also brought The Hawk. The now biting cold wind convinced me to head for the warmth and shelter of Scott’s car instead of lingering.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) hawk wind https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/1/the-hawk-wind Fri, 26 Jan 2024 12:30:00 GMT
Growing Up with Winter https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/1/growing-up-with-winter

Growing Up with Winter

“Growing up in a place that has winter, you learn to avoid self-pity. Winter is not a personal experience, everybody else is just as cold as you, so you shouldn't complain about it too much. You learn this as a kid, coming home crying from the cold, and Mother looks down and says, 'It's only a little frostbite. You're okay.' And thus, you learn to be okay. What's done is done. Get over it. Drink your coffee. It's not the best you'll ever get but it's good enough.” Garrison Keillor of Prairie Home Companion

A Rude Awakening

My annoying iPhone alarm jarred me from a deep sleep. I groggily looked around a dark, unfamiliar room. Where was I? And why was I getting up at 5am?

And then I remembered. It was my hotel room in Munising, Michigan. Today was my second day to head out and photograph the icy Lake Superior shoreline in subzero, windy conditions.

For a moment, I was tempted to pull the warm comforter over my head and go back to sleep. It was supposed to be even colder today. And it had taken me hours to warm up yesterday.

But wait a minute. I’m from Minnesota and going out on a cold day is what you do! So, I dressed in layers, ate a few mini donuts for breakfast, and headed to the snowmobile parking area.

Along with several other photographers that cold March 4, 2022, morning, we were transported by snowmobile across the frozen bay to Grand Island.

It looked promising. Unlike the day before, there was an opening in the overcast to the east. Colorful clouds or a star around the sun as it peaked above the horizon were both possible. And thanks to scouting the area the day before, we knew the location of several sea caves offering interesting compositions.

The Shot

I wedged myself as far back in a sea cave as I could go. I locked down my camera on the tripod after tweaking my composition and waited for the sunrise.

I wasn’t disappointed! As the sun cleared the horizon, red-yellow sunlight flooded the cave, bouncing off the ice and sandstone further intensifying the already warm light. I pressed the shutter just as the sun peaked over the distant shore, capturing my star around the sun.

We continued to photograph until we started to lose feeling in our fingers and toes. After that, we returned to the Falling Rock Cafe and Book Store in downtown Munising for a hot cup of coffee and breakfast.

Getting ready to leave for breakfast in town.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Lake Superior Winter https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/1/growing-up-with-winter Fri, 19 Jan 2024 12:15:00 GMT
Doorway to Heaven https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/1/doorway-to-heaven Gray TowerGray Tower Doorway to Heaven

This evocative phrase opens chapter two in Peter Zuckerman’s book, Buried in The Sky, about climbing K2. The K stands for Karakoram and the 2 for the second of 32 numbered peaks in the towering Karakoram Mountain range of Northern Pakistan.

The Karakorum is the Earth’s youngest mountain range. It was born a mere 65 million years ago at a time when the dinosaurs were facing extinction.

The Indian continental tectonic plate was speeding North at six inches a year, “a reckless pace in geologic time” according to Zuckerman. It ploughed into Eurasia wedging itself under the larger continent. The Karakorum Mountains, like Mount Everest, rose from the sea and are still rising today.

This 500-mile-long Karakoram range has the world’s largest concentration of peaks more than five miles high. It contains eighteen summits higher than 24,600 feet in elevation. Four of them are above 26,000 feet: K2, the second-highest peak on Earth at 28,251 feet, Gasherbrum I, Broad Peak, and Gasherbrum II.

Harsher than the Himalayas, the Karakoram is the most glaciated place on the planet outside of the poles. And unlike older mountain ranges, erosion has barely smoothed the jagged edges of the Karakorum.

Kara means black, and koram means gravel or rock. Central Asian traders originally applied the name Karakoram to a pass in the range. At an elevation of 18,176 feet, the Karakorum pass is the highest pass on the ancient silk road.

The pass connects Leh in Ladakh (Kashmir in Northern India) and Yarkand in the Tarim Basin (the Chinese gateway to Central Asia). Shawls, indigo, tea, corals, and muslin went North, while silk, precious metals, costumes, and jewelry went South.

Early European travelers, including William Moorcroft and George Hayward, climbed the pass in the 1820s and applied the name Karakorum to the range of mountains west of the pass.

K1 to K32

British Lieutenant Thomas Montgomerie was part of the Great Trigonometric Survey of British India that set out to measure the shape of the Earth in the 1850s. His porters labored for four days to haul a plane table, heliostat, and theodolite up Mount Haramukh in the Himalayan foothills to measure the peaks. Montgomerie was rewarded by a panoramic view of multiple spires.

Two peaks towered among the others 130 miles to the Northeast. He labeled the tallest peak K1. K stood for Karakorum and the 1 signified the first peak in his survey. He labeled the second highest peak K2. He eventually logged 32 peaks in total.

But Montgomerie’s initial visual measurements proved to be incorrect. K2 is actually taller than K1 by 2,592 feet. That makes K2 the second highest mountain on Earth and only 781 feet less tall than Mount Everest.

K1 quickly reverted to its native Balti name of Masherbrum. K2 has retained its alphanumeric moniker. But its actual name is Chogori, a Tibetan name meaning “Doorway to heaven.”

The Shot

My November photography group never saw K2. It requires a seven-day trek at altitudes of up to 18,000 feet to get within visual range. However, we witnessed the majesty of Masherbrum (K1) on many occasions.

On November 3, we attempted to photograph Masherbrum at sunset. But the clouds shrouded the peak, making for poor photographs. Instead, we aimed our cameras at a pair of peaks in the distance.

The distant peak on the back upper right is called Grey Towers by the locals. The unnamed peak in the lower left is quite a bit closer and shorter. A telephoto lens compressed the apparent distance between the pair of peaks.

This was our last set of images for the day before heading back to our hotel room in Khaplu in the restored former royal residence of Baltistan.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Grey Tower https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/1/doorway-to-heaven Fri, 12 Jan 2024 12:15:00 GMT
The River That Powers Civilizations https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/1/the-river-that-powers-civilizations KachuraKachura

The River That Powers Civilizations

Pakistan is a country of 300 million people in an area only the size of Texas. Since time immemorial, water from the Indus River has sustained agriculture, life, and the birth of major civilizations.

The Indus was known to ancient Indians in Sanskrit as Sindhu and to Persians as Hindu. From the First Persian Empire, the name passed to the Greeks as Indós. It was then adopted as Indus by the Romans.

Interestingly, the name India is derived from Indus.

The Indus River begins humbly as a mountain spring. Fed by snowmelt, glacial meltwater, scant rain, and tributary rivers from the mountains of the Himalayas, Karakoram, and Hindu Kush, it flows almost 2,000 miles to the Arabian Sea.

The river’s course takes it from its origins in Western Tibet northwest through the disputed region of Kashmir. It then bends sharply to the left in a 17,000-foot-deep gorge after the Nanga Parbat massif (mountain). From there it flows south-by-southwest through Pakistan ending as a large delta emptying into the sea near the port city of Karachi.

The river’s statistics are impressive. It drains an area of about 430,000 square miles. With an annual flow of 58 cubic miles of water, it ranks as one of the 50 largest rivers in the world. It supports the ecosystems of temperate forests, plains, and arid countryside.

Ancient Civilizations

The river is historically important to many cultures in the region. The Indus Valley Civilization arose there during the third millennium BCE. It was one of the largest urban human habitations in the ancient world.

In the second millennium BCE, the Punjab region was mentioned in the Rigveda hymns as Sapta Sindhu and in the Avesta religious texts as Saptha Hindu (both terms meaning "seven rivers"). Other ancient civilizations in the Indus Valley include Gandhāra and the Ror dynasty of Sauvīra.

The Shot

Our group stopped several times to admire and photograph the Indus in November. The river was at its seasonal low for flow. We could only imagine what it looked like flooding its banks in the monsoon months from July to September.

The Indus River outside Skardu with rows of planted poplar trees on the right

We stopped outside the town of Kachura near Skardu to capture this small tributary winding its way to the mighty Indus in the background. I piloted my drone to several locations before settling on this composition.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Indus River https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2024/1/the-river-that-powers-civilizations Fri, 05 Jan 2024 15:26:09 GMT
The Twelve Days of Christmas https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/12/the-twelve-days-of-christmas

And A Partridge in A Pear Tree…  

It’s the quintessential holiday tune. The Twelve Days of Christmas has a list of gifts associated with each day. From a partridge in a pear tree to twelve drummers drumming, the list is a holiday staple.

But don’t even think about adding them to your shopping list. It’s estimated the list would cost $47,844 this holiday season!

Where did the twelve days come from? If you view Christmas as a secular, commercial winter holiday, it’s the twelve days around December 25.

If you follow Western Christian traditions, the twelve days of Christmas mark the days between the birth of Christ and the coming of the Magi, the three wise men. They begin December 25 and run through January 6, the Feast of the Epiphany.

In the Eastern Orthodox Christian tradition, Christmas is on January 7. The twelve days begin on Christmas Eve (January 6) and conclude on January 19.

But why are there twelve days? And why is it in the dead of winter? Finally, why are there so many birds?

Ancient Lunar Influences

A full moon or a new moon signaled the start of another unit of time for our ancestors. Calendars based on the moon date to as early as 8,000 BCE.

Most ancient cultures also paid attention to the winter solstice. It’s the winter day with the least daylight and longest night of the year. The Sun is also at its lowest maximum elevation in the sky. It takes place December 21 or 22.

After the winter solstice, we look forward to increasing sunlight, warmth, and the promise of spring. It’s the start of a new year with the Earth beginning another 365.25-day journey around the Sun.

But twelve Moons only require 354 days. The lunar year is 11 days, or twelve nights, shorter than the solar year. To keep them synchronized, you must add 12 days to the lunar calendar. The song reflects this holdover correction to the lunar calendar.

The celebration of Christmas around the solstice also isn’t a coincidence. Northern latitude peoples celebrated the promise of light and new life in the longest, darkest days of winter well before the birth of Christ.

In 320 CE, Pope Julius I specified December 25 as the official date of the birth of Christ. It fits nicely into existing and ancient celebratory traditions.

Keeping animals alive became more difficult as food stores dwindled at the solstice. People often slaughtered some of their livestock. And they also relied more on hunting game birds. Swimming swans, calling birds, French hens, turtle doves, geese a’laying, and partridges all made it to the menu at that time of the year.

While Christmas has endured, the need to add twelve days to the calendar has gone away. Julius Caesar instituted the purely solar Julian calendar in 46 BCE. It eliminated the influence of the Moon and the need for a twelve-day correction.

In 1582, the more accurate Gregorian calendar, or Western Christian Calendar, replaced the Julian calendar. Eastern orthodox Christians still use the older Julian calendar, placing Christmas on January 7.

The Shot

Riverwalk Park Covered Bridge, Naperville, Illinois

Photogenesis, the Naperville Camera Club, had a holiday photography outing a few weeks ago. We were challenged to photograph holiday lights.

Remembering the song, this drummer seemed to capture the holiday spirit.

Regardless of religious tradition, I hope we can all celebrate the twelve days as “a time of light amid darkness, a time of togetherness and peace, a time of feasts and celebrations, and a time of reflection.” *

I’ll be celebrating and taking the next twelve days off. I’ll post again after the new year.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

*From Atlas Obscura

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Twelve Days of Christmas https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/12/the-twelve-days-of-christmas Fri, 22 Dec 2023 13:00:00 GMT
Top of the World https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/12/top-of-the-world Ultar SurUltar Sur

The Top of the World

Imagine a mountain range with eighteen summits higher than 24,600 feet (7,500 meters). And four of them are above 26,000 feet (8,000 meters)!  Meet the Karakorum Mountain range.

Those highest four peaks include K2 at 28,251 feet. It’s the second highest, deadliest, and technically most difficult climb on Earth. One quarter of those attempting the climb die in the attempt. The other three highest peaks are Gasherbrum I, Broad Peak, and Gasherbrum II.

The Karakoram (kahr-uh-kawr-uhm) spans 311 miles beginning in Afghanistan to the west, through the Gilgit-Baltistan region of Pakistan and into Indian Ladakh, finally ending in Aksai Chin in China. It’s part of a complex of ranges that includes the Pamir Mountains, Hindu Kush, and Himalayas.

The Karakorum Range identified in white from Wikipedia.
Somewhere between 28 and 50 percent of the Karakorum is covered by glaciers, making it the most glaciated place on Earth outside of the polar regions. The Siachen Glacier (47 miles long) and Biafo Glacier (39 miles long) are the second- and third-longest glaciers outside the poles. During the last ice age, the glaciers reached 430 miles in length.

Ultar Sar

This 24,239-foot mountain isn’t one of the highest peaks in the Karakoram. But what it lacks in height is more than made up for by its dramatic appearance. It rises over 17,388 feet above the Hunza River near Karimabad, in only about six miles of horizontal distance. It’s a breathtaking peak.

During the 1980s and 1990s, fifteen expeditions made attempts without summiting the mountain. At least three climbers died during those attempts.

In July 1996, a duo from the Japan Alpine Club Tokai expedition summited the mountain for the first time. Sadly, the descent required eight days due to bad weather. One of the exhausted climbers developed high altitude sickness and died at Camp I.

The Shot

On the late afternoon of November 6, our photography group was in the area near the town of Minapin looking for compositions. Using a drone seemed to be the best way to frame the view of Ultar Sar majestically rising above the river valley.

We hovered in place, hoping for the setting sun to bathe the distant snowcapped peak in warm light. Suddenly, we were rewarded with about a minute of gorgeous light.

As my drone was returning, I thought why anybody would climb a mountain like Ultar Sar. A quote by Sir Edmund Hillary, who first climbed Mount Everest with Tenzing Norgay, came to mind. “It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.”

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Ultar Sar https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/12/top-of-the-world Fri, 15 Dec 2023 12:30:00 GMT
Merry Swiftmas! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/12/merry-swiftmas

Merry Swiftmas!

Traditional holiday décor? No way! Instead, it’s an enchanting ode to Taylor Swift.

Located in my hometown of Naperville, Illinois, there's no room left for additional decorations in front of Amy and Brian Scott’s home. References to the career of the Grammy-winning singer-songwriter and global superstar are everywhere.

Friendship bracelets are wrapped around a tree. An Eras poster hangs over the front of the house. There’s a cutout of Travis Kelce on the roof holding up a lighted sign reading "Taylor's version.” Images of album covers sit in the yard alongside a T-shirt that reads "A lot going on right now."

And that’s just part of what’s happening. The Scotts have brought Swiftie Mania to a new, alluring level this holiday season.

The homeowners haven’t been to a Swift Eras concert. But their two college age daughters, Emily and Rebecca, are Swifties.

Known for their playful elaborate outdoor decorations, the Scotts brainstormed the display and brought it to life in just a month. Brian fabricated many of the decorations and installed them. The Merry Swiftmas and taylor’s version signs were special order.

The lifelike Taylor Swift appears to be a statue. But it’s a metal cutout decorated with spoonsful of glitter applied by the family in their basement.

The Shot

I wasn’t sure what to expect when my daughter suggested visiting the Merry Swiftmas house. And it certainly exceeded my expectations! There must have been fifty people there at any given time while I was photographing the house.

I enjoyed the featured photo and these three additional photos the most.

If you want to visit, it’s at 1228 Atlas Lane in Naperville.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Merry Swiftmas https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/12/merry-swiftmas Wed, 13 Dec 2023 16:01:08 GMT
Heuristics https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/12/heuristics Shyok RiverShyok River

Heuristics

What should you eat for breakfast? What clothes should you wear today? What restaurant should you go to?

You make thousands of decisions each day. Do you really have the time to carefully think about every decision you make?

We rely on heuristics, or mental shortcuts to help us. They allow you to make decisions quickly and with minimal mental effort. Without them, we would suffer from analysis paralysis.

But heuristics can also lead you to overlook critical information or act on unjust biases.  Therefore, it is important to be aware of the potential drawbacks of heuristics and to use them judiciously.

Pakistan

I recently returned from a nearly two week long photography trip to Pakistan. Everyone’s conventional wisdom, including my wife’s, was that it was a dangerous country. Fortunately, that heuristic bias was totally unfounded.

Pakistanis are welcoming and were eager to talk with our group of ten photographers. Unlike at home, we could knock on a door, walk through a property to reach a better location, visit a store or mosque, and fly our drones without any fear of being shot.

Many Pakistanis spoke English. Boys and girls all go to school, either in government schools or private schools. And other than the police and one elderly hunter with what appeared to be a century old rifle, there were no armed individuals.

I highly recommend visiting the north of Pakistan to see breathtaking 23,000-to-26,000-foot peaks with fall foliage at the lower altitudes. You won’t be disappointed.

   A few villagers that were eager to practice their English with our group.

   Curious schoolchildren returning home to their remote village.

The Shot

Photographers usually think of light as merely illuminating the subject being photographed. At times, the light itself can be the subject. That was the case on November 3rd.

Crepuscular rays, often called “God beams,” occur when sunlight passes through clouds or fog and the light is scattered. The atmosphere they create adds an element of magic to an image.

God beams beckoned us near the town of Saling along the Shyok River on the Khaplu Road in Baltistan Provence. We quickly found a location where two trees added needed foreground interest and launched our drones.

Situational awareness was critical. Soon there were ten drones in approximately the same tiny airspace! After taking several shots with slightly different framing, this one appealed to me the most.

Stay tuned for more stories and photos of my once-in-a-lifetime trip 11 time zones away.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Pakiistan https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/12/heuristics Fri, 01 Dec 2023 13:00:00 GMT
The Gunflint Trail https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/11/the-gunflint-trail

The Gunflint Trail

The Gunflint Trail, Cook County Highway 12, is a two-lane paved highway. The road begins in the small harbor town of Grand Marais, Minnesota.

It then winds northwest 57 miles through the wilderness, ending four miles south of the U.S./Canada border at Trail’s End Campground. Along the way are more than two dozen resorts and canoe outfitters.

The Gunflint Trail climbs 600 feet in the first few miles to Pincushion Mountain Overlook, a parking area with spectacular 180° views of Lake Superior. That’s where fellow photographer and friend Jon Christofersen and I ended our August night photography trip.

Framing

Every time we use a camera, we create a frame. But creating a frame within that frame can contribute to striking and powerful images. Framing can lead the viewer’s eye, imbuing balance and creating visual flow through the image.

The Shot

We were running out of time. Our weather apps and our eyes told us a thick layer of Canadian wildfire smoke was rapidly approaching.

After several unsuccessful compositions, I moved to the opposite end of the parking lot and looked around. The trees, aided by distortion from my wide-angle lens, seemed to nicely frame the Milky Way. I hurriedly set up my camera on the tripod and checked my composition.

I barely had enough time to recompose and take one additional photograph before the smoke moved in and totally obscured the Milky Way.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) gunflint trail https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/11/the-gunflint-trail Mon, 27 Nov 2023 21:54:26 GMT
Pristine Wilderness https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/11/pristine-wilderness

Pristine Wilderness

Do you want to truly get away? Try visiting the three-million-acre Superior National Forest. Located in Minnesota’s “Arrowhead,” it’s bordered by Canada, Lake Superior, and Voyageurs National Park. Established in 1909, it’s the largest National Forest east of the Mississippi River.

The Forest is the southernmost edge of the boreal forest ecosystem. You’ll discover thousands of clean lakes, rocky landscapes, iconic megafauna, and colorful fall foliage. Within lies the beloved one-million-acre Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (BWCAW).

It's the perfect place to get away from it all. One of my trips to the BWCAW was in 1975 with my medical school roommates and several buddies. You’ll find me in the back row on the far left.

Nighttime

While the stunning sunrises, sunsets, paddling, portaging, and wildlife spotting are magnificent, it’s the night sky that excites me. This National Forest offers a welcome respite from urban light pollution for star gazers. The BWCAW was designated a dark sky sanctuary in September 2020 by the International Dark Sky Association.

It’s best to visit a week before or after a new (dark) moon. Late Fall or Winter are best because it gets dark early in northern Minnesota, plus there are no bugs! But any season works. You need to wait until about an hour after sunset.

It requires an additional ten to thirty minutes for your eyes to adjust to darkness. You will see a sky like no other sky you’ve seen from the city. Wear warm clothes in winter and bring lots of bug spray in summer (the mosquito is Minnesota’s unofficial state bird).

The Shot

Last August, I was with Jon Christofersen photographing the night sky at various locations along the Gunflint Trail Road in the Superior National Forest. We stopped at West Twin Lake at a boat launch.

At night, looking through the viewfinder is minimally helpful. You just see dark, vague shapes. It requires a photo to review on the camera’s LCD screen to determine your composition.

After fiddling with my camera height and location, this composition with the dock leading to the uprights pointing to the Milky Way was my favorite.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) BWCAW https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/11/pristine-wilderness Fri, 17 Nov 2023 15:36:53 GMT
Quality Light https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/10/quality-light

Quality Light

It’s the quality of the light that makes or breaks our images.

Landscape photographers “chase the light.” It shouldn’t be a surprise. The word photography was coined from the Greek words “phos” (light) and “graphê” (drawing) in 1839 by Sir John Herschel. Together, they mean “drawing of light.”

Photographers are obsessed with both the quality and the direction of light. Lighting quality refers to the hardness or softness of the light. Soft light is low contrast with limited shadows and saturated colors. Hard light on the other hand, adds lots of contrast, heavy shadows, and washed-out colors.

Lighting direction refers to the direction at which the light strikes the subject. For instance, noontime sunlight hits the subject from above and evening sunlight hits the subject from the side.

Of the two, lighting quality stands out as more important. You can always experiment with different lighting directions for beautiful results. But if you fail to understand lighting quality, your images will be consistently mediocre or just plain bad.

Gold and Blue Magic

There are seven types of light ranging from the harsh overhead light of day to near total darkness at night. In between those extremes are the three stages of twilight (astronomical, nautical, and civil). Photographers want to chase the so-called magic hour light around sunrise and sunset.

It’s called the magic hour because the soft, diffuse, and colored light magically transforms meh daytime scenes into outstanding photos. You need to be there early and to stay late.

At sunrise, golden hour begins before sunrise when the sun is four degrees below the horizon and continues until the sun is six degrees above the horizon. The light can paint the landscape with golden reds, oranges, and yellows. At sunset, it begins when the sun is six degrees above the horizon. It continues past sunset until the sun is four degrees below the horizon.

At sunrise, blue hour begins when the sun is six degrees below the horizon and ends when the sun is four degrees below the horizon.  The light has an intense soft blue tone, with saturated colors. After sunset, blue hour begins when the sun is four degrees below the horizon and ends when it is six degrees below the horizon.

Their timing depends on the season and how far away from the equator you are. In Chicago this morning, blue hour begins at 6:48 am and ends at 6:58 am. Golden hour then begins and ends at 7:55 am. In the evening, golden hour begins at 5:13 pm and ends at 6:09 pm. Blue hour then begins and ends at 6:19 pm.

If it was June in Grand Marais, the sunrise would be much earlier and the sunset much later. And magic hour times would be approximately fifty percent longer.

The Shot

On July 8, 2021, I was photographing Cascade Lake near the Boundary Waters Canoe Area in Northern Minnesota. We were having such a great time photographing the night sky that we lost track of time.

Around 4:30 am, we noticed the beginning of the blue hour. With an air temperature of around forty degrees, a photogenic fog was hugging the lake. To me, the soft blue light, the stars, and the atmosphere made this a special moment.

There will be no Friday Photo for the next two weeks. I’ll be headed to a special location with views of the highest mountains on earth.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Magic Light https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/10/quality-light Fri, 27 Oct 2023 11:30:00 GMT
Hoop Dancing https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/10/hoop-dancing Westin 1Westin 1

Hoop Dancing

Westin mesmerized his audience. It takes a lot for photographers to put down their cameras, but we stopped frequently to simply admire his mastery of the hoops.

Without written language, Westin’s Diné (Navajo) ancestors passed on their traditions through storytelling, songs, and dancing. Hoop dancing incorporates all three. One, a handful, or up to dozens of hoops make it distinctive.

The dance is usually performed by a solo dancer who begins with a single hoop. This is symbolic of the circle of life. Then additional hoops are added that seemingly interlock and extend from the body creating static and dynamic shapes, poses, and moves.

The hoops represent the wind, water, earth, the seasons, and all living things. All the while, the dancer is maintaining his balance and moving to the rhythm of traditional indigenous music. Every dance is as individual as the person who choreographs it.

Because of its complexity, hoop dancing takes years of practice to master.

Origins

Hoop dancing dates back centuries to many tribes, each of whom claims to have created it. In the 1930s, a young man named Tony White Cloud created today’s modern hoop dance. He used 24-inch diameter hoops that he could get his body through.

He popularized the dance in the United States, performing in the 1942 movie Valley of the Sun. In addition, he traveled with Gene Autry across the U.S. and Europe promoting war bonds by performing the hoop dance. He also danced in Autry’s 1952 movie, Apache Country.

A Family Tradition

Westin is passing on the tradition to his young son and daughter.

Westin 2Westin 2

Westin's SonWestin's Son

The Shot

Last December, I was at a photography workshop in Monument Valley. Along with our usual landscape photography, several environmental portrait sessions with members of the Diné community were included in the itinerary.

I was fascinated by the athleticism of Westin and his family. And our entire group was captivated by this glimpse into the world of the Diné nation.

After taking hundreds of photographs, these three appealed to me the most.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Hoop Dancing https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/10/hoop-dancing Fri, 20 Oct 2023 13:12:21 GMT
Fisher Towers https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/10/fisher-towers Fisher Towers ReflectionFisher Towers Reflection

Fisher Towers

Do these soaring towers look familiar? You’ve seen them in numerous advertisements, magazines, and TV shows. They have also been featured in multiple movies including:

  • Westworld – 2016
  • John Carter – 2010
  • City Slickers II – 1993
  • Geronimo – 1993
  • The Comancheros – 1961
  • Wagon Master – 1949

Fisher Towers, east of Moab on State Route 128, is one of Utah canyon country’s most bizarre landscapes. It’s a maze of soaring fins, pinnacles, minarets, gargoyles, spires, and strangely shaped rock formations. The highest are about 1,000 feet tall.

They are soaring monuments to hundreds of millions of years of erosion. Over the eons, the soft rock has weathered into the spectacular shapes visible today.

There are two main layers. The caps are harder Moenkopi sandstone (245 million years old). Underneath lies the softer dark red Cutler sandstone (created 290 million years ago). The formations are draped with mud curtains.

Fisher Towers National Recreation Trail is a popular trail through the area. It was designated as a National Recreation Trail in 2007. It’s a hike worth taking.

The views of the Colorado River basin, including Castle Rock, Castle Valley, and the Book Cliffs to the north, are stunning. It winds for 2.2 miles around the base of Fisher Towers and climbs up to a 360-degree view. Bring lots of water as the trail is in the sun.

The Towers are a popular climbing location. I think I’ll stick to ground level with my camera!

Blogspot.com

The Shot

In March, we took a break from flying our drones to explore the trail. It had recently rained, so there were occasional puddles. A reflection shot came to mind and I found this puddle about a mile into the trail.

As usual, we were in position an hour before sunset. Just before the sun dipped below the horizon, the distant cliffs were glowing with sunset light. After that, it was time to hike back to the car and ride back to Moab for a well-deserved dinner and an early bedtime.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Fisher Towers https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/10/fisher-towers Fri, 13 Oct 2023 11:30:00 GMT
Wotan—Deity, Summit, or Wednesday? https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/10/wotan-deity-summit-or-wednesday Cape Royal Clearing StormCape Royal Clearing Storm

Wotan—Deity, Summit, and Wednesday?

What connects an ancient Germanic deity, a Grand Canyon summit, and the third day of the week? It all started thousands of years ago.

Wotan was the chief god of Germanic paganism. His multiple names, including Wodan and Odin, all stem from the Proto-Germanic theonym Wōðanaz, meaning “lord of frenzy” or “leader of the possessed.”

Wotan was a prominent god in Northern Europe before Christianity took hold. Early historical records contain references to him beginning with the Roman occupation of Germania (2 BCE) and continuing into the Viking Age (8th to 11th centuries CE). In the modern period, the rural folklore of Germanic Europe continued to acknowledge Odin.

The Summit

The summit in front of you is named Wotan’s Throne. It’s a split-off remnant of the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.  It towers 5,200 feet above the Colorado River in the depths of the Canyon. The Throne is located about one mile southwest of the Cape Royal overlook, the best location to view the formation.

It’s named after Wotan. Geologist François E. Matthes followed prolific U.S. Geologic Service field geologist Clarence Dutton's practice of naming Grand Canyon geographical features after mythological deities.

Wednesday

Why is the third day of the week named Wednesday? And why is the D silent? What the heck?!?

Just because you can’t hear the D doesn’t mean it isn’t there. So where did this D come from? And why don’t we pronounce it?

Wednesday has Germanic linguistic origins. It is derived from the Old English word, Wōdnesdæg, which honors the Germanic god Wodan (note the D).

Interestingly, Wōdnesdæg evolved to Wednesdei in the transition from Old English to Middle English. This may have been due to increased French linguistic influence. After roughly two thousand years of a silent D in Wednesday, it probably isn’t going away anytime soon.

The Shot

What a coincidence! On a Wednesday evening, the 26th of July, I was at Cape Royal admiring the sunset over Wotan’s Throne at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.

The conditions quickened my pulse. There was gorgeous sunset light illuminating the sheets of falling rain to the west. In the south, a patch of blue sky was peeking through. And to the east, a captivating bit of refracted sunlight caught my eye. It was a sunset for the ages.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Wotan's Throne https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/10/wotan-deity-summit-or-wednesday Fri, 06 Oct 2023 11:30:00 GMT
Name Those Sculptures https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/9/name-those-sculptures

Name Those Sculptures

The Chicago downtown is home to modern outdoor sculptures by Plensa, Calatrava, Picasso, Miro, Dubuffet, Calder, Chagall, and Kapoor. If you’re a Chicagoan (or a sculpture buff), can you match each artist with the name of their downtown Chicago masterpiece?

You can scroll down and check your answers.

 

Santiago Calatrava—Constellation at River Point office building, 444 W. Lake St.

Jaume Plensa—Crown Fountain at Millennium Park, 201 E. Randolph St., between Michigan Avenue and Columbus Avenue.

Pablo Picasso—The Picasso at the Art Institute of Chicago, 50 W. Washington St.

Joan Miro—“Miss Chicago” at the Brunswick Building Plaza, 69 W. Washington St.

Jean Dubuffet—Monument with Standing Beast at the James R. Thompson Center, 100 W. Randolph St.

Alexander Calder—Flamingo at the Federal Plaza, 50 W. Adams St.

Marc Chagall— The Four Seasons at the Chase Tower Plaza, 10 S. Dearborn St.

Anish Kapoor—Cloud Gate aka “The Bean” at Millennium Park 201 E. Randolph St., between Michigan Ave. & Columbus Ave.

Calatrava’s Constellation

The Spanish-Swiss Calatrava is an architect and an artist. Even Calatrava’s buildings are sculptural. His Milwaukee Art Museum and The Oculus in New York City are both incredible works of art. Constellation is his November 2020 contribution to Chicago.

Milwaukee Art Museum by Calatrava from blogspot.com

The Oculus in NYC by Calatrava from designboom.com

Constellation was commissioned by Ivanhoe, Cambridge, Hines, and Levy Family Partners. Constructed in aluminum in Cleveland, the sculpture stands 29 feet in height and width. It twists in an outward reaching spiral of overlapping leaflike elements that decrease in size as it ascends.

When asked about the sculpture, Calatrava said his intention was to simply have it grow from the ground. And it certainly does. The massive, layered spiral connotes both depth and movement. It fits beautifully in the 1.5-acre River Point Park facing the arching façade of the 52-story, 730-foot River Point Tower.

The Shot

In the spring, I was in Chicago with my drone photographing the Polar Plunge. With one battery remaining, I relocated to Wolf Point, at the intersection of the East, North, and South branches of the Chicago River downtown.

Initially, the elevated trains on the Lake Street bridge seemed to be a good subject. But then I caught sight of the mesmerizing Constellation. My favorite image framed a pedestrian in one of the colorful loops.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Calatrava https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/9/name-those-sculptures Fri, 29 Sep 2023 18:38:12 GMT
Hoodoo. A Rock or a Spell? https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/9/hoodoo-a-rock-or-a-spell Thor's HammerThor's Hammer

Hoodoo. A Rock or a Spell?

Hoodoo has three meanings. As a noun, it’s either a fantastical pillar of rock or a religion characterized by sorcery and spirit possession. As a verb, it means to bewitch or to cast a spell.

It’s fantastical rocks when visiting Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah. But at times, you also feel bewitched amongst the majestic hoodoos.

Utah, and specifically Bryce, has the largest number of hoodoos in the world. There are twelve hoodoo amphitheaters in the park with thousands of hoodoos to admire.

How Did They Form?

Paiutes lived in the park when Euro-Americans arrived in southern Utah. They explained the colorful hoodoos as “Legend People” who were turned to stone by a coyote. We now know that over millions of years, a plateau was transformed into the hoodoos of Bryce Canyon.

It was a combination of water, freezing and thawing, variations in the type of rocks, and slightly acidic rain that created Bryce. The area receives approximately 100 inches of snowfall and undergoes roughly 200 freeze/thaw cycles a year. Snowmelt seeps into joints and cracks in the rocks. When it freezes and expands, it forms an ice wedge that widens the space.

In time, it breaks the rock. Fragments of rock ranging in size from pebbles to Volkswagen-size boulders fall away to the canyon floor, slowly forming hoodoos. The undulating shapes are caused by the different erosion rates of the four types of rock in the spires.

Limestone, siltstone, and dolomite are the hardest rocks. It takes ice wedges to erode them. They form a protective caprock on most spires. Mudstone is the softest. It easily erodes when wet, running down the sides of the spires forming a protective mud stucco coating.

All the rocks contain abundant calcium carbonate. Even slightly acidic rain is enough to dissolve the calcium carbonate that holds these rocks together. Variations in the amount of calcium carbonate control how easily dissolvable (or how resistant) that rock layer is.

From a plateau, eventually the rocks break down into walls, windows, and then as individual hoodoos. Brian Roanhorse/NPS

The Shot

In July, I joined three Naperville Camera Club members on a trip to the Southwest. Among our many stops was Bryce. I had been there about ten years ago but wasn’t satisfied with my images from that trip.

The morning sky wasn’t that interesting, so fellow photographer Steve Horne and I decided to hike the Queen’s Trail down to a distinctive hoodoo named Thor’s Hammer. It’s the one that clears the horizon in the picture.

Checking an iPhone app, we knew that the sun would rise just to the right of Thor’s Hammer. When the sun is peeking past an edge like the horizon, the light passing through the lens aperture blades can create a visually interesting sun star.

We tripped our shutters at just the right moment to capture a sun star. And at the same time, red reflected light made the rocks in front of us a radiant, glowing red.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Hoodoo https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/9/hoodoo-a-rock-or-a-spell Fri, 22 Sep 2023 11:45:00 GMT
Two Million Visitors?!? https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/9/two-million-visitors

Two Million Visitors?!?

You read correctly. Two million visitors a year stop at a South Dakota drug store in a town with a population of only 640. I’m talking about Wall Drug Store, often shortened to Wall Drug, in the sleepy town of Wall, South Dakota.

You might think that nearby Badlands National Park attracts more visitors. But you’re wrong. On average, only one million people visit Badlands National Park every year.

The American Dream

Ted and Dorothy Hustead started with a humble dream in 1931. They purchased a drug store in the tiny town of Wall. It was the Great Depression, and they struggled mightily for the first five years.

©Wall Drug

The town had a mere 300 residents, with few of them able to spend their limited income on pharmaceuticals. The couple and their son Billy slept in a room in the back of the store. It was a constant struggle to entice travelers and earn a living.

The family created new business by advertising free ice water. Their hand-painted signs along Highway US 14 (later Interstate 90) became a fixture in the landscape. Thirsty travelers in the summer heat seeking a cool drink of water created a steady influx of new customers.


From Stop at Wall Drug in South Dakota (yellowstonepark.com)

Over the years, the number of highway signs grew. While there are many unofficial signs scattered around the U.S., there are officially 300 paid signs in Minnesota, South Dakota, North Dakota, Nebraska, Montana, and Wyoming.

Wall Drug grew to become a collection of cowboy-themed stores, including a drug store, gift shop, several restaurants, art gallery, and an 80-foot brontosaurus sculpture. The New York Times has described Wall Drug as "a sprawling tourist attraction of international renown [that] draws some two million annual visitors to a remote town."

From The Quirky History of South Dakotas Wall Drug... | Culture Trip (theculturetrip.com)

The Shot

During my 2020 photography trip to Badlands National Park, pandemic precautions prevented me from visiting Wall Drug again. One of my fondest childhood memories is an early 1960s family road trip where this nine-year-old boy was in “heaven” admiring all the souvenirs for sale in this massive store.

My favorite times for photography are in the pre-dawn and dusk hours. This morning was no exception. After walking about a mile from the road, we came across this fascinating foreground curving past the hills into the pre-dawn light.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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A Blue Moon? https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/9/a-blue-moon

What’s a Blue Moon?

Everybody says it. “Once in a blue moon…” But what does it mean? And is the moon actually blue?

It’s no surprise that the moon comes back every month. After all, that’s why it’s called a “moonth.” But the moon’s reliability belies the distinctive nature of each lunar cycle.

Winter moons are high in the sky illuminating freshly fallen snow. Fall moons create shadows from newly bare trees. And summer moons hang low in the sky appearing hazy from humidity.

There are also supermoons and micromoons. A supermoon is when the moon is at perigee, or its closest approach to the earth. Micromoons occur at perigee, when the moon is the furthest from the earth. 

A blue moon? The moon orbits the earth every 29.5 days. And an average month is 30.4 days. Most of the time, we have just one full moon a month.

But every few years, a lunar cycle completes and restarts within the span of one calendar month, giving us two full moons. That second full moon in a month is called a blue moon.

A Lunar Spectacular

Last week, from August 30 into August 31, we had a full moon. But it wasn’t just any full moon. It was a full, super, blue moon, the only blue moon of 2023. We won’t see this lunar trifecta again until 2037.

The August 30 supermoon was only 222,043 miles from earth at its closest point. The average distance is 239,000 miles away. So, the moon was 14% bigger to the eye and brighter.

Blue moons aren’t blue. Moonlight is reflected sunlight and it appears white.

This moonrise looked orange, because of particles in the air and humidity. More of the moon’s reflected blue light was absorbed leaving the warm hues coloring it. It’s the same phenomenon that gave us red moons and suns when forest fire smoke blanketed the area.

The Shot

I wasn’t surprised to find a half dozen photographers with telephoto lens setups at Navy Pier in Chicago. A moon carries a lot of visual weight in a photograph. Apps like The Photographer’s Ephemeris make it easy to determine how to line up interesting subjects to complement the moon.

One of my favorite subjects is the Chicago Harbor Lighthouse. I just needed to stand in the middle of the East end of the pier. The moon would do the rest by rising to the left of the lighthouse and then tracking up and over it. Perfect!

The wind was blowing hard, causing my camera to shake despite mounting it on a sturdy tripod. Around two thirds of my frames were ruined by motion blur.

But several frames looked sharp. I combined several exposures to capture the wide range between light and dark. In addition, I had to move the moon slightly down in the frame using Photoshop. It was just too high to fit my 5 by 7 crop.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) blue moon https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/9/a-blue-moon Fri, 08 Sep 2023 17:58:07 GMT
Checking the Calendar https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/9/checking-the-calendar

A Calendar in the Sky

Who was the artist? 40,000 years ago, someone painted animals and geometric shapes that appear to be star patterns and the moon in a cave on the island of Borneo in Southeast Asia.

When people began drawing their world, the most common subjects were animals and the night sky. It was first assumed that these drawings were art. Later, others postulated they were painted for good luck hunting. In the 1960s, journalist Alexander Marshack proposed a more practical purpose for these drawings. They were created for telling time.

You can track the seasons by simply paying attention to the environment. For example, animals like deer and cattle are pregnant through the winter’s dark privation. They give birth when trees leaf out and grass grows tall.

But early humans needed a more precise way to time the seasons. It was important to know when to harvest fruit and berries, and when to migrate and hunt animals. The moon’s face and location on the horizon changes nightly. Along with the regularity of the seasons, the moon is a reliable marker of time.

So, the moon was a timepiece long before the first written language, the earliest cities, and organized religions. Early cave drawings likely combined time-reckoning with information related to the cycles of life.

The Shot

Friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen and I recently returned from photographing the night sky. We were in a premiere dark sky location: the Gunflint Trail in Northern Minnesota on the Canadian border.

Our base was Grand Marais on the shore of Lake Superior. During our last night of photography, smoke was blowing in from Canadian wildfires. While the stars would quickly disappear, it had a magical effect on the setting moon.

We set up on a rock on the shore of Lake Superior near the campground outside of town. Because of the smoky horizon, the moon and moonlight reflecting on the lake were a deep orange, beautifully pairing with the deep blue sky of twilight.

We watched and photographed as the moon disappeared into the distant haze. I couldn’t help but wonder how many people over the last 15,000 years watched the moon from this same rocky shore. And were they simply enjoying the view or “checking the calendar?”

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) moonset https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/9/checking-the-calendar Fri, 01 Sep 2023 14:34:42 GMT
Catching the Wave https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/8/catching-the-wave Dreamscapes 1Dreamscapes 1 Catching the Wave

“The sea is a desert of waves,

A wilderness of water.”

     Langston Hughes, Selected Poems.

It wasn’t surprising. The ephemeral nature of waves appealed to me as much as the ever-changing dunes of Death Valley, one of my favorite photographic subjects.

Have you ever noticed that a larger wave occurs every few waves? When waves traveling at different speeds interact, some waves become larger than the others. If the crest of a fast-moving swell arrives at the same time as a locally generated wave, it creates an even bigger wave.

Depending on the season, the big one might arrive every third wave. On another beach it might be every seventh, or somewhere in between.

The Shot

Last April, I was on the Palm Coast of Florida photographing waves. Arriving before dawn, I wanted the rising sun to backlight the wave crests.

I started counting the number of breaking waves between the biggest waves. After a few minutes, I could predict when the largest, most dramatic wave would roll in.

The experience was Zen-like: intentional, full of tranquility, and joyful. Before I knew it, I had taken over a thousand images in pursuit of the “perfect” wave.

This was my favorite shot, not only of the morning, but of the entire trip. I want to thank Mark Metternich for assistance in processing this image.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Waves https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/8/catching-the-wave Fri, 25 Aug 2023 11:30:00 GMT
A Long Day https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/8/a-long-day Milky Way Over Cape RoyalMilky Way Over Cape Royal

End of a L O N G Day

The first day of our recent Grand Canyon North Rim trip was a doozy. In the last Friday Photo, I mentioned that it required almost eleven hours of travel to reach the Lodge. And it wasn’t until ten hours later that we put away our cameras.

Why such a long day? The Milky Way.

On July 25, there was a magic two-hour window from midnight until two in the morning. In those two hours, the sky was as dark as it gets, with the visually interesting Milky Way core sufficiently above the horizon, and no moon to wash out the stars.

The Milky Way

Do you ever wonder where you are when you wake up? Here’s a hint.

You (our solar system) are in the Orion-Cygnus arm of the Milky Way. This top-down image clarifies our home. When we’re stargazing, we see our galaxy in a side view, as illustrated in the lower right corner of the graphic.

Image from where in the milky way are we - Bing images

What I photographed is part of the central bulge (core) above the horizon and part of the disk radiating away from the central bulge.

Think Big

The approximately hundred billion stars in the Milky Way may seem to be a big number. But there are an estimated 200 billion galaxies of various sizes in the universe. That adds up to an estimated 30 billion trillion (30,000,000,000,000,000,000,000) stars!

Visit An Atlas of The Universe if you want to better understand our cosmic neighborhood.

The Shot

As soon as we got out of our vehicle at Cape Royal, the four of us could see it! The core was on the horizon to the south and the disk stretched all the way over our heads disappearing on the north horizon.

The night was pleasantly cool, free of bugs. And a few clouds drifted across the horizon in the distance. Perfect! There were lots of “Oohs and aahs” as the Milky Way started to appear on our camera LCD review screens. The faint green is airglow (visible only to the camera), not the Northern Lights.

We returned the next evening to the same spot. Everyone took a photograph of the canyon about 45 minutes after sunset. That photograph was then blended with the previous night’s Milky Way exposure to create the finished image that captured both the canyon’s depths and the enthralling Milky Way.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) milky way https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/8/a-long-day Fri, 18 Aug 2023 11:30:00 GMT
Bright Angel Point https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/8/bright-angel-point Bright Angel Point SunsetBright Angel Point Sunset

Bright Angel Point, North Rim, Grand Canyon National Park

The drive to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon from Las Vegas seems interminable. But your reward for patience is the breathtaking vistas encompassing both scenery and time.

The scenery is magnificent. From the North Rim, you can clearly see the South Rim ten miles away. And in between, the Grand Canyon seems to cascade endlessly over layers and layers of multicolored rocks to the emerald waters of the Colorado River far below.

An unimaginable display of earth’s timeline is also on display. In the barely visible depths of the canyon, the rocks are 1.7 billion years old. As you gain altitude, the multicolored rock layers become younger and younger.  

These layers record the rise and fall of oceans and continents, and the evolution of plants and animals. There are fossils of trilobites (the first creatures with eyes}, giant dragonflies, and the wanderings of reptiles on ancient sand dunes.

The ten-mile gap between the Rims is the result of erosion from the Colorado River, floods, freezing, thawing, heating, cooling, and gravity. Over the past five million years, nature has carved a one-mile-deep canyon.

Tourism and the Lodge

The name “Bright Angel” originally comes from Major John Wesley Powell. The famous one-armed Civil War veteran explored the canyon by boat in 1869. He bestowed the name upon a sparkling creek that flowed into the Colorado River. Today, it applies to both natural and constructed features on both rims and within the canyon.

Bright Angel Point is a scenic viewpoint about 4,000 feet above Powell’s creek. Primitive tourism began around the Point at the turn of the 20th Century.

A rough road first reached Bright Angel Point in 1917. Originally Forest Service property, it became a national park in 1919. The National Park Service decided to mimic the South Rim model with a chalet, a road along the rim, and connecting trails to other points along the North Rim.

Gilbert Underwood designed the first North Rim lodge in 1928 for then-concessionaire Union Pacific Railroad. It included a massive Spanish-style exterior with a high front topped by an observation tower. It burned down just four years later in 1932.

The “new” 1937 lodge now sits on its footprint.

    The “new” lodge

Camera Club Buddies

I’m a member of Naperville’s Photogenesis camera club. In February, one of the members began organizing a trip to the North Rim. When I was asked to join, I didn’t think twice before joining!

    John Tarsha, Allan Fisher, Steve Horne, and me at Bright Angel Point

The Shot

July 25 was a long day. John and I left for O’Hare around 6:30 am. After arriving in Las Vegas, we met Allan and drove to St. George, Utah to meet Steve. It was about 4 pm when we finally arrived at the North Rim lodge.

Everyone rushed out on the balcony to photograph a monsoon storm over the canyon. That evening, we took the quarter mile hike from the lodge to Bright Angel Point to enjoy the sunset. This is my favorite photo from that evening, taken just after sunset.

After a late dinner, we headed out to photograph the Milky Way until 2:30 am. But that’s another story…

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Bright Angel Point https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/8/bright-angel-point Fri, 11 Aug 2023 11:45:00 GMT
One More from the Beach https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/8/one-more-from-the-beach Cochina RivletsCochina Rivlets

Another One from the Beach

The human eye and the camera may seem similar, but they see the world quite differently. For example, the “shutter speed” of the human eye is estimated to be approximately 1/50th of a second. These brief exposures are blended by our brain into a seamless “video” experience of the world around us.

One of the advantages of a camera is the ability to change shutter speed. I’ve taken images as long as four hours and as short as 1/8000th of a second.

Shutter speed is a creative choice. The decisive instant of catching a football requires a fast shutter speed of 1/1000th of a second or shorter. At the other extreme, a five-minute exposure can transform moving clouds into a pleasing ethereal blur above a static city skyline.

The Florida Coast

On my recent Florida coast trip, I played with shutter speed as a creative tool. Combining images taken at different shutter speeds in Photoshop can create pleasing images that the eye cannot see.

The Shot

This image is a composite of several photographs. The distant sky is a single image taken at a shutter speed of 1/60th of a second. The middle ground water and wave come from a single image taken at a much slower shutter speed of 0.4 second. This allowed for a slight blur that implied motion.

The foreground consists of six images taken at 0.6 second to enhance the blur of the receding surf. Parts of each image were blended in Photoshop to bring out the pleasing swirling shapes of receding surf.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) florida waves https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/8/one-more-from-the-beach Fri, 04 Aug 2023 16:02:30 GMT
Memories on the Beach https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/7/memories-on-the-beach Dreamscapes 2Dreamscapes 2

“If there’s heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached to it.”

Jimmy Buffett

How often does the sight of a beach bring back memories? A beach isn’t merely a place. It’s a feeling.

My first ocean beach encounter was in the summer of 1973. I was attending college at the University of Minnesota. My good friend, John Hiemenz, invited me to visit his home in Daytona Beach, Florida.

The 1,700-mile drive with John over three days provided me ample opportunity to anticipate what I would experience. When I finally saw Daytona Beach, I was enthralled. The sun, sand, surf, and salt water were so unlike Minnesota beaches. And so was my subsequent sunburn!

Since then, I’ve been back to Florida on multiple occasions for vacations and work. But I never had the opportunity to recapture the magic of a Florida beach with my camera.

The Florida Coast

The opportunity finally presented itself in April. I contacted a photography friend to arrange a few days of instruction in Florida. Among his many talents is wave photography.

I anxiously flew to Jacksonville, Florida and drove the short distance to the coast. The next dawn, we were on the beach enjoying and photographing waves. The weather favored us during our four days together.

Unlike Minnesota in February or Death Valley in August, photography was so pleasant. You merely had to roll out of bed in the morning, slip on beach shoes, a swimsuit, a tee shirt, and occasionally a light jacket to be comfortable.

The Shot

Most people instinctively “freeze” wave motion using a very short shutter speed, such as 1/1000 of a second. You can see every drop of water and every bit of spray this way.

This photograph uses the exact opposite approach. A long shutter speed (perhaps a third of a second) along with subtle horizontal camera movement can impart a dreamy look to the image. It’s a look that very much appeals to me.

The downside is the hit or miss nature of the technique. Many of the images miss the peak of the action. Others are too blurry. And yet others are too sharp. Finally, sometimes the camera movement isn’t level.

I’m still culling over 5,000 wave images from that four-day trip. Every so often, the pieces come together. I hope you enjoy this first finished image. It certainly brought back memories of my first ocean beach 50 years ago.

I’ll be in the field frantically foraging for future Friday Foto fodder for a few days. Fear not, the Friday Photo will return in two weeks.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Waves https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/7/memories-on-the-beach Fri, 21 Jul 2023 12:30:00 GMT
Prairie Temples https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/7/prairie-temples

“The land is flat, and the views are awesomely extensive; horses, herds of cattle, a white cluster of grain elevators rising as gracefully as Greek temples are visible long before a traveler reaches them.” Truman Capote (In Cold Blood)

Rural Kansas

What a powerful narrative. The featureless Great Plains offer an unhindered panoramic view of the horizon. Only those “Greek temples” that arise from the plains alert you to the presence of nearby towns.

During a week of storm chasing, you encounter numerous small towns. And every small town has one or more grain elevators, usually along the railroad tracks. Why is that?

In 1870, eighty percent of Americans lived in rural areas. In the pre-automobile age, people didn’t want to walk, ride a horse, or pull a wagon too far for goods and services. Rural areas typically spaced towns about 10 to 15 miles apart for that reason.

Many of those towns were located along railroads. One hundred and fifty years ago, railroads dominated transportation. Railroads delivered everything including the mail, merchandise for stores, and individual customer packages.

You could even deliver a house by railroad. In the early 19th century, Sears sold homes through their catalog. Primarily shipped in railroad boxcars, these kits included most of the materials needed to build a house!

Railroads moved crops from small towns to markets in large cities like Chicago. The town grain elevator held crops safe from moisture and contamination until they were shipped out.

When horses pulled wagons, it took a farmer all day to make a 10-to-15-mile round trip to town and back to deliver his wagon load of grain. Farmers needed to live within a 5-to-7.5-mile radius of town.

The Shot

Capote was describing Holcomb, Kansas in his book. We were storm chasing 45 miles south of Holcomb near Ulysses, Kansas on March 30. The heavy rain, clear air, and perfectly positioned clouds bathed the landscape in glowing, glorious yellow storm light.

Several “Greek temples” rose along the distant tracks above the otherwise featureless landscape. The grain elevators added visual interest. They also provided scale when comparing them to the massive shelf cloud ominously looming above us.

For a change, no rain, lightning, or hail was threatening to force us to relocate. We enjoyed a leisurely and exhilarating half hour photographing nature’s light show.

We started reviewing and sharing our images on our camera LCD screens after we returned to our van. Nobody seemed upset about the five-hour drive back to our hotel in Lubbock, Texas. Everyone was giddy after “getting the goods.”

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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What Is This Place https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/7/what-is-this-place Moonscape OverlookMoonscape Overlook

What Is This Place?

Glancing down, it’s a vertiginous 500-foot sheer drop to the badlands below. Ahead, the lunar-like Blue Valley with gray, black, and brown dunes stretch all the way to the horizon and the Henry Mountains to the South.

You’re at Moonscape Overlook looking East from the edge of Factory Bench Mesa near Hanksville, Utah. It’s a mind-blowing scene. At dawn, pinks, yellows, and oranges paint the landscape.

The website Photographers Trail Notes sums it up well: “Utah is one of the most photographically fertile areas in the American southwest - with ever ending abstracts, buttes, formations, striations, and jaw-dropping vistas. And this location, overlooking the astonishing badlands near Hanksville, Utah is just another example of the amazing natural beauty this area has to offer.”

Multitasking

It was a two-camera morning. I set up my big camera on a tripod in the pre-dawn darkness. After a few test shots, I felt good about my composition.

Getting my drone ready to fly was my next task. Because there were other drone pilots nearby, I moved about a hundred feet away to avoid radio interference.

The plan was to wait for the sky to light up just before sunrise and take several pictures with my camera. Then without any delay, I would run to my drone, launch, and fly over a mile into the photogenic badlands. The drone had to be on station ASAP to take advantage of the beautiful light just after sunrise.

The Shot

Everything went according to plan! Nothing seemed to go wrong with my camera in those few precious pre-dawn moments.

My drone paired with the controller, quickly acquired enough GPS satellites to safely launch, and I started flying to my distant location. After twenty minutes of drone photography, I pressed the “return to home” button due to a low battery warning.

Here’s a quick snap of what the drone saw on the return flight. The small red circle is me and the larger red circle is our cars near the edge of the mesa.

During the 10-minute return flight, I gathered my camera from the edge of the mesa. Scrolling through the images, I was relieved to come across this pleasing image. And while I was reviewing, the “return to home” function effortlessly landed my drone by itself about six inches from where it took off.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Moonscape Overlook https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/7/what-is-this-place Fri, 07 Jul 2023 12:00:00 GMT
Off to the Races! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/7/off-to-the-races

Off to the Races

It’s NASCAR weekend in Chicago. Parts of downtown Grant Park and DuSable Lake Shore Drive are now a temporary 2.2-mile race circuit. The event promised to be an irresistible photo opportunity.

Or at least it was until I saw the prices. Tickets started at $199, with an average price of $971! Where could I find a race in my price range?

Cheap Thrills

Luckily, nearby Joliet, Illinois is the home of the Dirt Oval at Route 66 racetrack.

As luck would have it, last Saturday was a demolition derby. Back in 1971, I went to my first and only demolition derby at the Minnesota State Fair. I was one of the 8,500 fans watching 87 hardy drivers vying for a share of the $2,000 purse. It was time for me to go to another one!

Fellow photographer and friend Jon Christofersen was crazy enough to join me. $30 was all it cost for admission to the pit, where the racers and cars were staged.

The cars are a sight to behold.

To say they are basic is an understatement.

Smaller full-sized cars of the late 1980s and 1990s are popular. These largely front-wheel drive vehicles can sustain considerable rear end damage before being immobilized.

Vehicles are stripped of interior fixtures, trim, plastic, lights, and glass. Sheet metal is removed from the wheel wells and from parts of bumpers. Most of the paint and lettering comes from low cost “rattle cans.”  

The doors are welded shut, and the battery, gas tank, and radiator are relocated, often to the back seat. Roll bars, fire extinguishers, and other safety equipment are likely installed.

Engines are another matter. A racing engine, transferred from car to car, can cost upwards of $10,000.

Drivers and Fans

Jon and I were pleasantly surprised by how friendly the drivers are. Several of them graciously spent time explaining the rules and strategy to us. It must be a labor of love because winning drivers only receive $1,000.

The spectators were enthusiastic with tailgate parties in the parking lot. This trio welcomed having their photo snapped.

The Shot

Teams of four cars each competed against each other. Two cars were chasers trying to take out opponents by crashing into them. The other two cars were lappers trying to be the first to complete five laps around the track with the support of their chasers.

Disabled cars were unceremoniously removed by a forklift after each race. After salvaging the engines, they were mostly headed to the crusher.

By the time I got the hang of where the action was going to be, it was late twilight. The lead photo appealed to me because of the impact, the flames shooting out of the headers, and the attentive crowd.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) demolition derby https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/7/off-to-the-races Sat, 01 Jul 2023 18:02:27 GMT
Gobsmacked https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/6/gobsmacked Rapley Ridge SunriseRapley Ridge Sunrise

Gobsmacked

That’s how I felt when I finally saw it.

My drone was over 5,000 feet away and the entire flight had been over a nondescript desert. I began to doubt whether there was anything worth photographing at my destination.

Then my drone reached the Raplee Ridge in Southeastern Utah. Suddenly and unexpectantly, the land below me exploded into a “Navajo blanket” of multi-colored, zig-zagging triangular shapes. And the San Juan River bisected the scene leading my eye towards the promise of a glorious sunrise.

It was unlike anything I had seen in the last fifteen years of visiting the Southwest.

A Little Geology

How does this happen? Why is this patch of ground so `photogenic?

Raplee Ridge is the result of large-scale tectonic stresses dating back some 40–70 million years. East-west-directed compression and other north-south rock movements folded the underlying, multicolored rock layers into angular shapes below the ground.  

The buried buff, reddish-brown, and grayish-colored rock layers awaited erosion to reveal their hidden patterns.

Rainstorms over millions of years provided that erosion. Water runoff cut valleys into the slopes exposing the underlying, zig-zag folded layers. And between those valleys were erosion-resistant, upward-pointing “flatiron” triangles of rock.

The Shot

Despite being fatigued from six straight days of little sleep, fellow photographer and friend Jon Christofersen and I added a seventh day to our trip. We wanted to revisit locations where we had been rained out and unable to fly our drones. Raplee Ridge was one of those locations.

We launched our drones in the pre-dawn towards an unseen destination on our drone’s map. The twilight flight there seemed long and nerve wracking.

Our drones arrived on location just before dawn. The soft, indirect pre-dawn light allowed the colors to “sing.” And the clouds were lighting up beautifully.

During the day, direct sunlight would have acted like bleach, washing out the colors and the drama from the scene.

We photographed furiously until our drones began sending us low battery warnings. Pressing the return to home button on our controllers, our drones began the long flight back to us. We rejoiced in the wonder of witnessing a landscape we never knew existed in beautiful light.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) painted desert https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/6/gobsmacked Fri, 23 Jun 2023 12:15:00 GMT
Safely Chasing Tornadoes? https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/6/safely-chasing-tornadoes

Safely Chasing Tornadoes?

Chasing and safety seem to be contradictory goals. When the National Weather Service tells us to seek immediate shelter, “chasers” are looking to get closer. And if lightning bolts start hitting the ground, we’re attaching our special lightning triggers so our cameras can photograph the bolts. 

But staying reasonably safe is necessary on every chase. During orientation, the co-owners of the chase company go over the rules.

They explain how they will not drive through the pouring rain of storm cores. Rain-wrapped, invisible tornadoes may lurk there, along with large damaging hail.

Also, there are one or more escape routes. Since supercells and tornadoes usually move northeast, we’re most often south of the storm with several “outs.”

In addition, they won’t drive on dirt roads. Rain quickly transforms them into slippery mud, potentially stranding you in a ditch.

And sometimes you aren’t allowed to cross the road to take pictures. A sudden uninterrupted stream of traffic moving away from the storm may trap you on the wrong side of the road for precious minutes.

Finally, we remain six miles or more away from lightning. And anytime you feel rain, we quickly head into the van because raindrops mean lightning risk.

“Get in the van…”

It’s important to know how fast you need to get back in the van. Sometimes it’s a routine location change. Other times, the situation has become dangerous, and we need to move quickly.

The three variations of “Get in the van…” provide that vital information. The first variation is a simple “Get in the van.” It means it’s time to calmly pack up your gear and to return to the van for a move to the next location.

The second variation is Get in the van now!” This instruction means the situation is becoming dangerous. It’s time to grab your gear and make a bee line for the van.

The third variation is “Get in the f***ing van!!!” It means we’re in danger and need to leave NOW.

I’ve only heard variation #3 a few times. The first time was in 2016 when I saw my first tornado near Perryman, Texas. It was exhilarating. The twister dropped closer than anticipated. As we watched it move away, it just kept getting bigger and more impressive.

Suddenly, I heard “Get in the f***ing van!!!” and we sped away. Inquiring into the reason for variation #3, we were told the tornado was getting bigger because it decided to reverse course towards us. Oops…

The Shot

On May 28th, we were chasing a storm with an impressive shelf cloud near Hugoton, Kansas. We stopped where a piece of farm equipment would provide some context and scale to the scene. The brown cloud above the ground in the middle of the image is a small haboob, an intense sand-and-dust storm blown by the outflow winds of the approaching storm.

After about three minutes, we heard “Get in the van now!” Safely back in the van and on the move again, we asked what was going on. The latest weather service reports and radar had us located two minutes away from 78 mph winds and golf ball sized hail.

It was a good call to leave when we did.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) tornado chasing https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/6/safely-chasing-tornadoes Fri, 16 Jun 2023 16:17:22 GMT
Seven Days, 3,181 Miles https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/6/seven-days-3-181-miles

Seven Days, 3,181 Miles

That’s a lot of driving. Storm chasing consists of seemingly interminable travel that sometimes ends with a storm. But the beauty and excitement of an epic storm over the wide-open Great Plains makes it all worthwhile.

On last week’s storm chasing tour, we visited parts of Colorado, Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, and New Mexico pursuing storms. I don’t want to sit in the back seat of a van for another year!

Meeting The Twisted Sisters

A week’s worth of van riding creates the opportunity to meet new people and to make new friends. There were 35 chasers, drivers, and co-owners riding in five vans during last week’s tour.

Arrival day on the tour is usually quiet with orientation followed by dinner. But storm conditions looked promising on that day. Luckily, friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen and I arrived early enough to participate in the optional chase.

We were instructed to meet another chaser, Jeanette, at the airport and wait for a chase van to pick us up. After we met, we learned that Jeanette is one of three sisters that gather yearly from all over the country to go storm chasing.

Jeanette and her sisters were easy to spot in their red, “Twisted Sisters” custom shirts. It was a pleasure getting to know them during the tour.

 

Jeanette, Me, Amy, and Luann

The Shot

We were near Ulysses, Kansas on the late afternoon of May 30. A thunderstorm featuring a prominent shelf cloud was bearing down on us.  

A shelf cloud is a low, horizontal, wedge-shaped cloud attached to the base of the parent thunderstorm. Rising cloud motion can often be seen in the leading (outer) part of the shelf cloud, while the underside can often appear as turbulent and wind torn.

The light was brilliant. At sunset, light must pass through much more atmosphere than when it’s overhead at noon. That extra atmosphere filters out the blue light, allowing reds, oranges, and yellows to paint the clouds and landscape.

Clouds also play a role in producing a colorful sunset. That's because certain clouds can reflect red and orange hues toward the ground. And rain can clear out larger haze particles that would otherwise dim the reds, oranges, and yellows.

It was one of several occasions on tour where brilliant yellows bathed the landscape. I composed the image to include a distant grain elevator and water tower on the horizon on the right for scale.

All thoughts of miles driven left my mind as we witnessed nature’s beauty on the plains.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) storm chasing https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/6/seven-days-3-181-miles Fri, 09 Jun 2023 12:30:00 GMT
Storm Chasing! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/5/storm-chasing

Storm Chasing

I’m headed to Denver tomorrow with Jon Christofersen to begin six days of storm chasing with Silver Lining Tours (SLT). With luck, the Great Plains will develop sculpted supercell storms and possibly tornadoes next week.

Where are we headed from Denver? Roger Hill, co-owner of SLT, is an accomplished meteorologist. He checks out what the Storm Prediction Center is discussing and then makes our travel plans. We could wind up anywhere from Texas to Saskatchewan.

There’s a lot of time spent driving to the forecast area and then waiting and fine tuning our final location. A typical travel day averages over five hundred miles with several hours of waiting. And that means two fast food meals (if we have time for lunch and dinner) per day because getting into position (or out of a bad position) is the priority. On a hectic chase day, even potty stops can be rare!

I opt for the photography tour option as opposed to the pure chaser tour offering. The photo van group tends to stay a little further away to capture more sweeping vistas. And we oftentimes pull over to enjoy photographically interesting foregrounds.

When you spend that much time together, you make new friends and have a lot of Type I fun! Here’s a group photo from my first tour back in 2016. Caryn Hill, Roger’s co-owner and wife, is on the right. I’m standing next to her, with Jon Christofersen third from the left in the yellow shirt.

The Shot

This abandoned farmhouse was one of those interesting foregrounds that hard-core chasers usually drive past without stopping. All six photographers in our photo tour van started clamoring to stop as soon as we eyed this old property.

We stopped, spread out, and looked for a pleasing composition. The storm clouds and the light seemed to frame the old home perfectly from this vantage point.

I’ll be on the road chasing next Friday, so the next Friday Photo will be June 2. If you don’t hear from me in June, I’ll be in the wind. 😊

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) storm chasing https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/5/storm-chasing Fri, 26 May 2023 12:00:00 GMT
A Glacial Morning https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/5/a-glacial-morning LeConte Glacier Calving IceLeConte Glacier Calving Ice

A Glacial Morning

There are so many unique and stunning places to see in Alaska. The LeConte Glacier is right at the top of the list. And I had a chance to photograph it from a boat and from a helicopter during last summer’s Alaska trip.

The 21-mile long LeConte Glacier is the southernmost tidewater glacier in the Northern Hemisphere. It was named in honor of California geologist Joseph LeConte in 1887 by U.S. Navy Lieutenant-Commander Charles Thomas. The indigenous Tlingit called it “Huti,” which is derived from a mythical bird that produced sounds of thunder when it flapped its wings.

The glacier flows down from the massive 2,500 square mile Stikine Ice Field that straddles the border between Alaska and British Columbia along the Coast Mountains. It covers the crest of these mountains as far south as Ketchikan and as far north as the St. Elias Mountain range. It terminates in LeConte Bay, a sinuous, 15-mile-long fjord.

At the head of LeConte Bay, glacial ice towers 200 feet above the waterline. Another 500 feet is hidden from sight below the water. It flows into the sea at an astonishing 50 to 82 feet per day.

LeConte GlacierLeConte Glacier

LeConte Bay and Glacier from the open door of my helicopter.

The glacier is known for its many "shooter" icebergs. Icebergs calve off underneath the water (LeConte Bay is 810 feet deep) and then shoot up and out of the water due to their buoyancy. Along with the icebergs that break off its face, the bay is frequently clogged, preventing boats from getting all the way to the head of the bay!

Historically, the nearby Petersburg fishing fleet used ice calved from the glacier to pack their catch. Since its discovery, the glacier has retreated nearly 2.5 miles. It appears to have stabilized its position.

The Shot

We stayed at the Tides Inn Hotel in Petersburg located next to and downwind from the fish processing plant. The fresh, bracing sea air felt wonderful as we boarded our boat and departed for the glacier.

Along the way, we noticed some other sightseers.

Lounging in LeConte BayLounging in LeConte Bay

The next few hours were spent holding our heavy telephoto lenses pointed at the glacier. When we noticed some ice starting to move, we quickly pivoted and fired off a burst of photographs. Sometimes, I was too late to catch a decisive moment and at other times I failed to frame the shot correctly.

This calving iceberg image was my favorite.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) LeConte Glacier https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/5/a-glacial-morning Fri, 19 May 2023 11:45:00 GMT
Fog! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/5/fog Fog at Castleton TowerFog at Castleton Tower

Fog!

Fog in the desert is rare. In Utah, it only occurs two days per month on average. And fog is usually patchy and not widespread.

Fog can transform the right scene into a moody, mysterious, and compelling photograph. But what are the odds of being in the right place at the right time?

In March, I participated in a drone photography workshop. I’m new to the genre, so learning from an experienced instructor appealed to me.

The first two days were not promising. It was raining and you can’t wipe off your camera lens when your camera is a mile away in the air! So, we were grounded. Our days were spent scouting promising locations and hoping for a change in the weather.

What we least expected was fog the next morning. Just before dawn, the temperature and dew point were so close that fog was forming in the valley near Castleton Tower outside of Moab, Utah.

Castleton Tower

Castleton Tower (officially Castle Rock) is a 400-foot sandstone tower perched on a 1,000-foot cone above the northeastern border of Castle Valley, Utah. It’s a well-known photography subject and a classic rock-climbing destination.

The most famous Castleton climb is the Kor-Ingalls Route featured in Fifty Classic Climbs of North America by Steve Roper and Allen Steck. Every peak or route in the book had to appear striking from afar, have a noteworthy climbing history, and offer climbing of excellent quality.

The photograph below shows climbers rappelling down the side of the tower towards the cone-shaped base.

From Rappelling down Castleton Tower, UT : r/HumanForScale (reddit.com)

The view from the top looks amazing, but I’ll only see it if I’m helicoptered there!


From Views from the Top of Castleton Tower, Moab, UT — Steemit

The Shot

We started the morning thinking the rain wouldn’t end in time to launch our drones. But when the rain unexpectedly stopped, plans changed, and we diverted to Castleton. Arriving before dawn, we took to the air.

The view from above was stunning. The saturated sandstone was extra colorful from the rain. Beautiful big waves of fog were rolling towards the base of the Tower. I kept moving my drone trying multiple compositions.

We had about a half hour before the rising sun and temperature dissipated the fog. As the fog lifted, I thought “Right time, right place!” Within minutes, the scene lost its photogenic atmosphere.

This image is one of my favorites from that rare morning.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Castleton Tower https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/5/fog Fri, 12 May 2023 12:15:00 GMT
Tattoo Part Deux https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/5/tattoo-part-deux

Tattoo Part Deux

I thought my coverage of the Villain Arts Tattoo Festival deserved more “ink.” So, this is part two of my impressions of the recent event in Rosemont, Illinois.

According to EarthWeb, here are some interesting 2023 tattoo facts:

  • Over half of all Americans under 40 years old have tattoos.
  • Over 145 million Americans have tattoos.
  • Women who have tattoos outnumber men who have tattoos by 18%.
  • Millennials represent 41% of all people with tattoos.
  • 65% of fashion designers prefer employees with tattoos.
  • $1.65 billion is the amount spent on tattoos yearly.
  • 92% of people with tattoos have no regrets.
  • By 2027, the tattoo removal industry will be worth $795 million.
  • 56 hours and 36 minutes is the record for the longest tattoo session.
  • Surprisingly, female tattoo artists make more than male tattoo artists.

There are many more statistics at EarthWeb: Tattoo Statistics 2023: Industry, Regret, Removal & Artist Facts https://earthweb.com/tattoo-statistics/

The Shots

The lead photo is a couple visiting the Festival. This pair graciously posed for several pictures. They were wandering the exhibit looking for inspiration for a new tat.

This gentleman seemed resigned to a very long 2-3 days to complete his new tattoo.

I guess this answers my question.

An artist waiting for his next appointment to arrive at his booth.

Let me know if you want me to go next year! Continued coverage of Tattoo Fest is dependent on popular demand. 😊

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Tattoo https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/5/tattoo-part-deux Fri, 05 May 2023 11:30:00 GMT
Five Minutes in Eight Days https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/4/five-minutes-in-eight-days Flowers Near the Gilkey GlacierFlowers Near the Gilkey Glacier

Five Minutes in Eight Days

Five minutes. That’s the number of minutes of sunshine we had in eight days of wilderness camping during a photography workshop in the mountains near Juneau, Alaska last July. It was also the only time it stopped raining during those eight long days.

My January 27 blog post (https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/1/type-2-fun-in-alaska) described Type II Fun. Type II Fun isn’t fun during the experience. It can become Type II Fun only when you reflect upon the experience weeks, months, or even years later.

Only taking two photographs during eight days when it was cold, dark, and rainy was not fun. But as we dried out and warmed up the next week, it turned into Type II Fun!

Getting dropped off by Wally, our pilot, just as the rain started. Note the doors are off for photography. It’s the third week in July in Alaska! We were surprised by how much snow was still on the ground.

Landscape photography is so exciting when the light and the atmosphere are special. The photograph in the January blog overlooking the Gilkey Glacier is one of those moments. And I had the experience of being in nature in stunning locations when the light wasn’t special. It isn’t just about getting the photo.

Friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen on his way down to the cooking/eating area (blue tarp in the distance). All the food and anything with a fragrance like toothpaste had to be stored here in bear-proof Kevlar bags 300 yards from our sleeping area.

A typical morning at breakfast. The coffee was always warm, even if we weren’t.

Making the Five Minutes Count

On day six of eight living in a tent in the rain, a small clearing was headed our way. We hiked about a mile to a different glacier overlook and hoped for some much-needed light on the landscape. We didn’t know, but it was our last chance for photography until we returned to Juneau and Petersburg two days later.

The Shot

I was a little slow to arrive at the location. Going downhill on boulders and slippery ground proved to be more treacherous than it looked. My days as a gazelle are long over!

The spot of light was already fading by the time I found a composition and adjusted my camera settings. Because I wanted everything in focus from the flowers a foot in front of me to the distant mountains miles away, I took a series of photos focused at different distances.

By the time I finished my first series, the light had vanished. And the rain wasn’t far behind. I packed up my gear and headed back to my dry tent.

I initially overlooked this image. But I revisited my Alaska images recently and thought it might make a pleasing image and memory.

I’ll never forget that five minutes of amazing sunshine in the Alaskan wilderness!

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Gilkey Glacier https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/4/five-minutes-in-eight-days Fri, 28 Apr 2023 12:00:00 GMT
The View from Above https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/4/the-view-from-above Painted Desert 1Painted Desert 1

The View from Above

There were abstract compositions in every direction! I was overwhelmed by the possibilities. After clearing my mind, I decided to photograph everything I could before the light went away.

A month ago, I was in the badlands area of Arizona flying my drone. You might think it’s easy to fly in the desert southwest. But drones are prohibited in National Parks, most State Parks, Indian reservations, and other seemingly inviting locations. There are far fewer drone-legal locations than you might imagine.

A few areas in the 60-mile-wide by 120-mile-long Arizona natural wonder known as The Painted Desert are open to drones. I was in one of those legal locations not far from that famous corner in Winslow, Arizona last month.

The Painted Desert

Years ago, when I first visited the area, the name captured my imagination. Why is it called The Painted Desert? Once I saw it, I knew the answer. But where did the name come from?

The Spanish conquistador and explorer Francisco Vázquez de Coronado led a large expedition from what is now Mexico all the way to present-day Kansas between 1540 and 1542. He had hoped to reach the Cities of Cíbola, the mythical Seven Cities of Gold.

Francisco Vázquez de Coronado from The Search for Cibola, the Seven Cities of Gold | Ancient Origins (ancient-origins.net)

While he never discovered the Cities of Cíbola, his expedition recorded the first European sightings of the Grand Canyon and the Colorado River, among other landmarks. It was Coronado who named that section of present-day Arizona “The Painted Desert.”

Coronado’s Route from Route of the Coronado Expedition (1540-1542): first recorded European contact with the Hopi, Zuni and Apache Nations. (USNPS) [1455 × 703] : r/MapPorn (reddit.com)

The Shot

This photograph was taken a few minutes before the Painted Desert image of two weeks ago. The sun was beginning to peek through the clouds on the horizon bringing pleasing light to the scene.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Painted Desert https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/4/the-view-from-above Fri, 21 Apr 2023 11:30:00 GMT
Via Crucis https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/4/via-crucis

Via Crucis in Pilsen

The living Way of the Cross, or Via Crucis in Spanish, comes to us from events two millennia in the past and from halfway across the world.

For the last 46 years, the parishioners of Providence of God Catholic Church at 18th Street and Union Avenue have reenacted the events that took place before and during the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.

Religious commemorations are some of the oldest festivals that have been observed over the centuries. In my own Christian faith tradition, I think of Easter, dating back to circa 30 BCE.

In the Jewish faith tradition, Passover comes to mind and dates to circa 1,445 BCE. For Muslims, the Hajj dates to 632 CE with Ramadan having a similar origin date. The Hindu Diwali festival is documented in ancient Sanskrit texts from the fourth century CE. The Hindu festival Navaratri may have originated around 6,000 BCE.

A Community Tradition

Organizers say the Via Crucis is a “neighborhood tradition and inspiration to the community” according to CBS News. Run by volunteers and featuring about 40 actors, it takes six weeks to plan.

This year, Ernest Rionaula played Jesus Christ. Eighteen-year-old Priscilla Bonilla portrayed Mary. Although the story was told in Spanish, everyone in attendance understood what was happening.

The day begins in the basement auditorium of the church. Volunteers act out scenes from the Last Supper through Jesus being crowned with thorns. They then form a solemn procession down 18th Street for a mile and a half to Harrison Park for the crucifixion. It ends at St. Pius V Catholic Church on Ashland Avenue with final prayers.

 

The Images

The Last Supper.

Being whipped after condemned to death.

Leading the procession proclaiming “Jesus King of the Jews.”

Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus to carry his cross.

The women of Jerusalem waiting to meet Jesus.

You always know you’re in Pilsen as you walk down 18th Street.

An overhead view from the Pink Line elevated stop.

The crucifixion scene before retreating to St. Pius V Catholic Church for final prayers.

It was a challenge to take good photographs. There were thousands of people in attendance. And every one of them seemed to be in front of me! Finally, the procession was surrounded by a rope line that you couldn’t cross.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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Sunset in the Painted Desert https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/4/sunset-in-the-painted-desert Painted Desert 2Painted Desert 2

The Painted Desert

Not far from Winslow, Arizona lies the Painted Desert. And in case you’re wondering, this corner in Winslow, Arizona became famous because of the Eagles 1972 hit song, Take It Easy. The second verse goes:

“Well, I'm a standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona

And such a fine sight to see.

It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford.

Slowin' down to take a look at me.”

 

Hangin' On a Corner...Hangin' On a Corner...

Standing on the corner last month. Photo courtesy of Jon Christofersen.

That reflection painted on the window behind me is the girl in a flatbed Ford.

Two and a half weeks ago I was in Arizona and Utah on a drone photography workshop. One of our stops was the Painted Desert.

There’s one good restaurant in Winslow. And wouldn’t you know, it was closed for a once-a-year deep cleaning. We had to scramble to find another decent, open restaurant. After finishing an early dinner, our small group of drone photographers headed to a nearby abandoned park at the edge of the Painted Desert.

Badlands

Badlands are defined as extensive tracts of dry, uncultivable land with little vegetation. They are made up of extensively eroded soft sedimentary rocks and clay-rich soils. Ravines, gullies, buttes, hoodoos, and other such geologic forms are common in badlands.

The Painted Desert took millions of years to create. The brilliant colors are the result of mineral contents slowly layered over millennia into the sedimentary rock. Deposits of iron, hematite, and aluminum cast a reddish hue as they mix with oxygen to create oxides ranging from vivid ochre to scarlet to soft rose.

Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, wind erosion, and torrential flooding sculpted the soft stone and clay soil into a stark landscape with unique formations. Catastrophic events like flash floods and landslides stripped the layers in some areas and built-up layers in other areas. This is especially true in the darker purple areas commonly visible in the southern end of the Painted Desert.

Because it rained the first two days of our trip, the saturated soil held deep, saturated colors. And evaporation from the upper layers further varied the colors.

The Shot

On the late afternoon of March 20, I launched my drone towards some promising formations in the distance. It was overcast with the promise of clearing to the west and the setting sun.

My first photos in the flat, overcast light made wonderful abstracts. But when the sun peaked below the clouds just above the horizon, warm light swept across the formations.

This was my favorite photo from that evening.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Tattoo Ancient History https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/3/tattoos

A Visit to the Villain Arts Tattoo Festival

Two weeks ago, friend and former Advocate Good Samaritan Hospital executive team member Laura Neiberg and I visited the Villain Arts Tattoo Festival. It was held at the Donald E. Stephens Convention Center in Rosemont, Illinois. In case you’re wondering, neither of us left with ink.

The event featured hundreds of the best tattoo artists from across the country. Thousands of attendees streamed in to be tattooed or to look for inspiration for their next tat.

Early Tattoo History

For thousands of years, humans have marked their bodies with tattoos. According to Cate Lineberry in the Smithsonian Magazine, “These permanent designs—sometimes plain, sometimes elaborate, always personal—have served as amulets, status symbols, declarations of love, signs of religious beliefs, adornments and even forms of punishment.”

The earliest documented tattoo dates back five millennia.  Ötzi the Iceman, "Europe’s most famous mummy," was murdered in the Alps 5,000 years ago and discovered in a glacier in 1991.

He had tattooed dots and small crosses on his lower spine, right knee, and ankle joints. These locations corresponded to areas of strain-induced degeneration, raising the possibility they may have been applied to alleviate joint pain.

Egyptian female figurines and tomb scenes dated to c. 4000-3500 BCE had body and limb tattoos. Most are dotted patterns of lines and diamond patterns. Several female mummies c. 2000 BCE also had tattoos in the same locations.

These exclusively female tattoos may have played a therapeutic role. It’s possible they functioned as a permanent form of amulet during the very difficult time of pregnancy and birth.

Other ancient cultures used tattooing. Mummified remains of Nubian women south of Egypt were found to have blue tattoos. They sometimes featured the same arrangement of dots across the abdomen as Egyptians.

Ornate tattoos of mythical animals are seen in male and female mummies of the Scythian Pazyryk of the Altai Mountain region in central Asia. The Greek writer Herodotus c. 450 BCE wrote that among the Scythians and Thracians "Tattoos were a mark of nobility, and not to have them was testimony of low birth.”

Accounts of ancient Britons suggested they were also tattooed as a mark of high status.   "Divers (more than one) shapes of beasts" were tattooed on their bodies and the Romans named one northern tribe "Picti," literally "the painted people."

Among the Greeks and Romans, the use of tattoos or "stigmata" seemed to have been used to mark someone as belonging to a religious sect. Tattooing spread across the Roman Empire until the emergence of Christianity. They were banned by the Emperor Constantine (306-373 CE) when tattoos were felt to "disfigure that made in God's image."

The Shot

The Tattoo Festival is the best place for an introverted photographer like me to take portraits. Only one of the approximately 75 people I asked declined my request. And everyone was extremely friendly and gracious.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Borrowing From Our Children https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/3/borrowing-from-our-children Ear of the WindEar of the Wind

“We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.” Diné Saying

It’s the smaller, less visited scenes that really interest me as a photographer. When you’re in Monument Valley, you must photograph the grand landscape featuring the Mittens and Merrick Butte. But everyone has seen and photographed this icon of the West.

That’s why Ear of the Wind arch appealed to me. It’s off the beaten path on the self-guided loop drive through the Valley. Visiting this arch requires a Navajo guide. And Ear of the Wind is just one of several beautiful arches accessible only on a guided tour.

If you are wondering about the name, just look at the image a while longer.

This 121-foot-tall arch was formed by erosion of the brownish red DeChelly sandstone. DeChelly sandstone is a geologic rock layer up to 585 feet thick. It’s composed of multiple cross-bedded wedges with steeply dipping angles greater than 30 degrees. About 230 to 250 million years ago, these wedges were sand dunes.

The Shot

We were blessed with snow the day before. It helped simplify the scene by covering the busy foreground in a smooth blanket of white. And it helped define the branches of the old cedar tree.

The red sandstone contrasted nicely with the dead tree framing the arch. And the clearing storm contributed some needed clouds to add interest to the otherwise blue sky.

As I admired this beautiful scene, I wondered about the ancestral peoples who looked and listened to the sights and sounds of the desert through the Ear of the Wind over the millennia. What stories could they tell us?  

I left hoping that we can all be stewards of the special places like this that we merely “borrow…from our children.”

I’ll be out in the field next week taking photographs, so the next Friday Photo will be in two weeks.  

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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Mush You Dawgs! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/3/mush-you-dawgs

Mush You Dawgs!

What’s a CHIditarod? “It’s a food drive, a race for charity, a beauty pageant, a bar crawl, spontaneous street theater, and not for the faint of heart. It’s fast, furious, cold, creative, exciting, and very, very fun,” according to their website.

The CHIditarod is an annual urban charity shopping cart race that winds its way through Chicago’s West Town and Ukrainian Village neighborhoods. The date coincides with the Alaskan Iditarod® dogsled race.

In this race, shopping carts replace dogsleds. Teams consist of five people; four pull the cart (“dawgs”) and one directs the cart (musher). Each team has a unifying theme for their cart and costumes.

Every team must arrive with at least 69 pounds of donated food. Since its inception in 2006, the CHIditarod has donated over 257,419 pounds of food and more than $653,779 in donations to the Greater Chicago Food Depository. Over one thousand participants and spectators watch the race every year.

Race Day

Many of you ask if my wife accompanies me on my photo outings. She generally doesn’t, but last Saturday was going to be an exception. Friends Deb and Win Wehrli were going to join us and drive together downtown to experience the CHIditarod.

Unfortunately, my wife Christine came down with a nasty upper respiratory infection and had to stay home. Luckily, the Wehrlis were adventuresome enough to join me on this adventure anyway.

Nasty weather doesn’t stop the CHIditarod. Their philosophy is “There is no bad weather, just poor wardrobe choices.” We lucked out as Saturday was warm and sunny. We wandered the one-block fenced-off “yard” on Market Street west of Justine where the participants assemble for the start of the race. It was a great opportunity to meet and chat with the participants.

Deb Wehrli, a CHIditarod dawg, and Win Wehrli

My favorite team was the Dilly Parton cart that was passing out pickle samples to anyone who wandered by.

The Dilly Parton Team

Most of the participants were…interesting.

These three probably sampled adult beverages pre-race at the Cobra Lounge behind them

A few other teams caught my eye as well.

The Pleasure Paradise Team

Team 67

N'awlins Bourbon Street-style jazz music was provided by the CHIditarod Band.

The Trombone Player

Even spectators came dressed for the occasion.

You’re never too young to see your first CHIditarod!

Two of the more interesting spectators wandering the yard

The Shot

It was difficult to pick one photo for the Friday Photo. I finally settled on this picture of the start of the race. It seemed to capture the manic wackiness of the event.

Please let me know if you plan to enter next year’s CHIditarod. Fame and fortune surely await you as a 2024 Friday Photo feature.

And if you can’t put off being famous until next year, meet me at the Villain Arts Tattoo Festival on the 17th of March at the Stephens Convention Center in Rosemont, Illinois. You’re only a tat away from becoming a Friday Photo headliner! 😊

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) CHIditarod https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/3/mush-you-dawgs Fri, 10 Mar 2023 13:30:00 GMT
Tornadoes in the Snow!?! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/3/tornadoes-in-the-snow The Bear's Cage Approaches

Tornadoes in the Snow!?!

On Tuesday, February 21, Roger Hill from Tornado & Storm Chasing Tours - Silver Lining Tours sent an email to his on-call storm chaser list. He had his eye on a potential storm kicking out of the southwest into western Kansas and western Oklahoma on Sunday, February 26.

With a deep snowpack over portions of Western Kansas, it could be a once in a lifetime opportunity to capture a supercell, possibly producing a tornado over a snow field. A snow field!!!

I was interested! I let Roger know and waited for an update.

On Thursday, February 23, Roger let us know that it looked very promising. He was 85 percent sure that it was a go. But before committing to a 1,300-mile round trip from Denver to possibly Texas and back, he wanted to see Friday’s forecast.

On Friday, February 24 he emailed us that it was a go. Seven chasers, along with Roger and our driver Connor McCarty, said “Yes!”

I quickly booked a one-way ticket using frequent flyer miles to Denver Saturday afternoon, February 25. By then the National Weather Service Storm Prediction Center had upgraded the chance of severe thunderstorms from Moderate to Enhanced.

On Sunday morning, we left the hotel at 6 am and made a quick stop at Dunkin’ for coffee and donuts to go (the hotel breakfast wasn’t open yet). Here I am with Connor, our driver and soon-to-be-graduating meteorologist at Dunkin’.

We jumped on the Interstate and started our 8-hour, 500-mile trip to Wheeler, Texas. Roger is already checking the weather radars from the passenger seat.

I was ecstatic! I scored a seat in the second row and not the back row over the rear axle. We settled in for the long ride, punctuated by only two bathroom breaks and a brief stop at a Subway for lunch.

We drove past Amarillo, Texas on I-40 (the old historic Route 66) to a rest stop. We waited there for about an hour and a half as Roger constantly checked the weather radars and looked at the sky.  

The storms were forming to our south and west and heading northeast at 75 mph. There was no way that we could follow a promising storm moving that fast. We had to set up in a few fixed locations that appeared favorable and hope that something happened as the storms raced past.

If the spot was too early in the storm’s maturation, it wouldn’t be organized enough to drop a tornado. And since there were multiple storms forming, we had to pick a location where we could move a short distance north and south to observe several storms safely.

In late February, sunset is still relatively early at 6:33 pm. You don’t want to be chasing in the dark. We didn’t have much time.

Our first location was near Shamrock, Texas at 5:50 pm. The small blue circle is our location, and the red outlines are two tornado-warned areas. It was a location with great potential.

However the first storm cell “shredded” itself and became disorganized, failing to rotate and drop a tornado. The second cell should have lowered its base and potentially dropped a tornado due to encountering colder, moister air at our location, but it apparently failed to read the weather textbook. There was rotation near Lefors, but any tornado would have been wrapped in rain and invisible.

We had one more chance before the sun set and it was too dark to take pictures. Roger relocated us to Wheeler at 6:15 pm where it looked promising.

Unfortunately, the cloud base didn’t drop and produce a tornado. We hurriedly drove to the east about 6:40 pm to avoid a line of storms producing 1-inch hail and 75 mph winds. The “paved” road turned into dirt after a few miles and we had to turn around into the teeth of the storm. Fortunately, we “threaded the needle” between the storms and didn’t get hammered by hailstones.

The Shot

The only pictures I took were of the approaching Wheeler storm near sunset. We weren’t there long before the rotating base got too close for comfort and we had to bug out. I turned them into a short timelapse.

We decided to return to Amarillo and spend Sunday night instead of trying to drive back to Denver. Luckily, I was able to catch a flight from Amarillo to Chicago Monday afternoon instead of driving to Denver and then flying to Chicago.

So, would I go again? In a heartbeat! It was an exciting chase with a chance to learn from Roger, one of the best chasers in the business. And if the atmospheric conditions were more favorable and in a different location, a photograph of a tornado in a snow-covered field would have been worthy of National Geographic!

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Helen https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/2/helen Helen 1Helen 1

“When you were born, you cried, and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.” Old Native American saying

Meet Helen of the Diné. I had the privilege of photographing her in Monument Valley last December. Helen is 93 years old and has lived in the Valley her entire life. She only speaks Navajo, so smiles and hand gestures conveyed our appreciation at being invited into her life.

She was sitting in a family hogan on the reservation. A hogan is the primary, traditional dwelling of the Diné (Navajo) people. Hogans can be round, cone-shaped, multi-sided, or square. There may be timber post or stone walls packed with earth in varying amounts. The door faces east to welcome the rising sun for wealth and good fortune.

Traditional Navajo Hogan from Britanica.com

Life in the Valley is not easy. There are no utilities, running water, electricity, or natural gas. Everything from water to fuel must be brought into the Valley. Some homes have solar panels to generate electricity.

The Shot

The morning sun was streaming in from the east entry. Communicating with hand gestures, I tried having her look in different directions and shift her position on the chair.

After a few images with just Helen, I decided to include more of the hogan.

Helen 2Helen 2

I marveled at her quiet dignity and perseverance. Leaving the hogan, I had the feeling that when she passed, the world would cry and that she would rejoice.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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The Diné https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/2/the-din Candice 2Candice 2

The Diné People

Before Christopher Columbus landed in the Americas in 1492, the Diné (Navajo) were already established in the Four Corners (the intersection of Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona) area of the Colorado Plateau. However, they weren’t the first inhabitants of this land.

According to anthropologists, ice-age Paleo-Indian Hunters roamed the area from 12,000 to 6,000 B.C.E. They were followed by Archaic Hunter-Gatherers from 6,000 B.C.E. to 1 C.E. The Ancestral Puebloans followed in turn until they left around 1300 C.E.

Sometime between 1100 and 1500 C.E., the Diné migrated to the area from Canada. It wasn’t until 1581 that the Spaniards first made contact with them.

Today’s 300,000 Diné are the second most populous Native American tribe in the United States. Dine Bikéyah, or Navajoland, covers over 27,000 square miles of beautiful desert extending into parts of Utah, Arizona, and New Mexico. It's larger than 10 of our 50 states. 

The Shot

During my December five-day trip to Monument Valley in the heart of Navajoland, we had a rare opportunity to photograph tribal members. These were environmental portraits, or photos taken of a person in a place that says something about who they are.

If you’re a Friday Photo regular, you know that I’m not a portrait photographer. But the combination of beautiful backgrounds and traditional Diné clothing made for a compelling experience.

Candace and her horse were our patient subjects on this chilly morning of December 10. The sun was still low, creating warm light and distinct shadows. And the West Mitten in the background spoke volumes about Candace and her people.

It was a scene that might have been photographed over a hundred years ago.

Candice 1Candice 1

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Petrified by Lightning https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/2/petrified-by-lightning

Petrified by Lightning!

The lightning made me a bit nervous. I was closer than I preferred to be. But the fossilized tree trunk in front of me was nonplussed.

Our group was supposed to be chasing supercells and tornadoes in the Great Plains the last week of June 2022. The day I arrived, a cold air mass moved into the Midwest producing a storm photographer’s worst nightmare: severely clear skies for the next two weeks.

So, our small group of storm chasers drove from Denver, Colorado to the desert Southwest where the weather forecast was calling for isolated monsoon storms. It proved to be a wonderful consolation prize.

Petrified Forest National Park

One of the many beautiful places where we chased monsoon storms was northeastern Arizona’s Petrified Forest National Park.

The Petrified Forest is known for its tree fossils from the Late Triassic Epoch, about 207 to 225 million years ago. At that time, the park was a humid, sub-tropical forested plain near the equator.

Most organic matter either rapidly decays or is eaten by other organisms. But if it’s quickly buried in mineral rich sediments, such as volcanic runoff, the organic matter may become fossilized. The sediment that fossilized the Park’s logs into rainbow colors is part of the 800-foot thick Chinle Formation.

About 60 million years ago, the Colorado Plateau (which contains the park) was pushed upward by tectonic forces and exposed to increased erosion. All the park's rock layers above the Chinle were slowly removed by wind and water, revealing the logs.

The Shot

Photographing lightning always makes me jittery. That day was no exception. To be safe, we try to stay six or more miles away and retreat to our van whenever we feel rain.

After reaching the Park’s entrance, the gap to the storm slowly closed as we drove. Our van stopped at a small parking lot with a promising view. We hiked to a small rise, and I began looking for a foreground.

I paused in front of this log and set up the camera facing the receding storm. I first took a series of shots to blend in Photoshop to ensure sharpness from the nearest grains of sand to the distant horizon. Next, I focused on infinity and turned on my lightning trigger (it senses a bolt and triggers the shutter in milliseconds). I just had to wait and hope for a strike.

As I waited, I tried to imagine being there almost a quarter billion years ago surrounded by a jungle and admiring what must have been a splendid conifer tree.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Petrified Forest https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/2/petrified-by-lightning Fri, 10 Feb 2023 13:15:00 GMT
No Words Necessary https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/2/no-words-necessary Sunrise at Ansel Adams RocksSunrise at Ansel Adams Rocks

"The whole point of taking pictures is so that you don’t have to explain things with words."     Elliott Erwitt, French-born American advertising, and documentary photographer

More of Monument Valley

I’ve written several recent Friday Photo blogs about Monument Valley on the Arizona-Utah border. This time, I’ll let my picture do most of the talking.

The Shot

During my five-day trip to Monument Valley in December, we had good light. The morning of Saturday, December 17 was a light show that photographers dream about.

The rising sun illuminated the high clouds in brilliant reds against a blue sky. Shafts of warm light broke through the distant peaks and painted parts of the valley floor. And the distant atmosphere created a glow around the rising sun just out of the frame.

The foreground takes advantage of the two big “Ansel Adams” rocks. Ansel Adams’s 1958 photograph, Monument Valley, Arizona, made the rocks famous with photographers.

Those two rocks anchor an inverted “V” double leading line to the West Mitten and Merrick’s Butte, and beyond to end at the East Mitten. The dirt road adds yet another leading line.

We all high fived as even the Navajo tribal members flocked out of The View Hotel to take cell phone pictures of this rare display of light over the valley.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Monument Valley https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/2/no-words-necessary Fri, 03 Feb 2023 13:30:00 GMT
Type 2 Fun in Alaska! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/1/type-2-fun-in-alaska Gilkey GlacierGilkey Glacier

North to Alaska and Type 2 Fun!

Thirteen days in Alaska! It promised to be the landscape photography trip of a lifetime. Mountains, glaciers, endless twilight, and enchanting light from clearing storms awaited us.

The first eight days were scheduled in the remote wilderness, camping in mountains accessible only by helicopter. The next five days were in Juneau and Petersburg, with boat trips to the glaciers and doors-off helicopter flights into the mountains. Our small group was thrilled with the possibilities.

We went there during the last two weeks of July. After departing Juneau on a gorgeous partly cloudy, 60-degree morning, our helicopter dropped us off in a high alpine valley.

The temperature was 42 degrees and it started to rain. And it didn’t stop raining for the next ten days. The good news was that even the mosquitos refused to come out.

Within hours, all of us were cold and soaked. We wanted to change locations, but the helicopter was grounded for the next three days due to fog.

And when we finally changed locations, it continued to rain. It was so rainy for two days that we only left our one-man tents to go sit on a wet rock and eat our meals.

Type 2 Fun

It was day six when Scott, a member of our group, proclaimed over breakfast, “This is Type 2 fun!” We all gave him a puzzled look, so he elaborated. “Type 2 fun isn’t fun at the time, but after weeks, months, or even years, it becomes fun in retrospect.” Yes…Type 2 fun!!!

For the next four days, when we asked the leader for the weather report, he said “Type 2 fun without a chance of clearing.” We all laughed hysterically in the rain.

Scott later explained that that Type 1 Fun is fun at the time of your experience. Type 3 Fun? That’s never fun, but the experience might make a great story if you wait long enough. My long-ago internal medicine internship was definitely Type 3 fun.

Lots of Type 2 Fun Time in the Tent

Our second campsite had the advantage of a great view over the Gilkey Glacier.

 

This was the only photo trip where I was well rested. My day consisted of naps followed by more naps. There was time to read five novels. In case you’re wondering what a day in a rainy tent looks like, see below.

 

The Shot

When you chase the light, sometimes you’re lucky, and sometimes it eludes you.

Our luck was bad. The weather didn’t cooperate for ten straight days. So, we enjoyed being there and tried our best to find images in the gloom. And we stocked up on potential Type 2 fun stories.

It wasn’t far from my tent to a stunning overlook above the Gilkey Glacier at camp two. Placing a person in the shot helped to provide a sense of scale to the massive glacier extending miles and miles into the mountains above us.

On the morning of our ninth day, we helicoptered back to Juneau. A hot shower, our first change of clothes in eight days, a cheeseburger, and a soft bed seemed heavenly!

Do you have a favorite Type 2 fun story to share?

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Type 2 Fun https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/1/type-2-fun-in-alaska Fri, 27 Jan 2023 13:30:00 GMT
Great Climbing; Terrible Plot https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/1/great-climbing-terrible-plot Totem Rock DawnTotem Rock Dawn

Great Climbing; Terrible Plot

Clint Eastwood has starred in many great movies. The Eiger Sanction isn’t one of them.

Roger Ebert’s review read: “It has a plot…that we can’t believe…for much more than 15 seconds at a time, but its action sequences are so absorbing and its mountaintop photography so compelling that we don’t care…”

Eastwood learned to climb for the movie. He did all his climbing, even under dangerous conditions. Special equipment and handheld cameras were used to film the climbing sequences. Those sequences make the movie.

Like most 70s movies, don’t expect enlightened attitudes regarding race and gender.

The (Thin) Plot

Dr Jonathan Hemlock (Clint Eastwood) is an art professor and former government assassin. He is blackmailed out of retirement for one more “sanction” (assassination).

The target is someone on a team climbing the murderous north face of the Eiger Mountain in the Swiss Alps. It’s 5,900 vertical feet of the most challenging and deadly rock and ice in all the Alps. At least 64 climbers have died attempting the north face.

Hemlock’s only clue is that the man walks with a limp. He must determine his target and assassinate him during the climb.

He prepares by going to Arizona’s Monument Valley for training with his old climbing buddy Ben Bowman (George Kennedy). “Graduation” from training consists of Hemlock and Bowman climbing the incredibly difficult 18-foot diameter, 640-foot-high Totem rock spire in the Valley.

Who Brought the Beer?

The scene when they reach the top is a classic. They are sitting on top of the Totem, miles from anywhere.

Bowman: “Wanna beer?”

Hemlock: (Hemlock looks at Bowman as if he’s nuts) “You gonna call room service?”

Bowman: “We got beer.”

Hemlock: “You haul beer up this rock, you’re insane.”

Bowman: (Reaches into Hemlock’s backpack and pulls out some beers) “I may be insane but I’m not stupid. I didn’t carry it, you did, in your pack!”

Hemlock: (Takes a beer) “Christ, I oughta throw you off this pillar – besides, it’s warm.”

Bowman: “I’m sorry, I thought you’d draw the line at haulin’ ice.”

The Totem

The Totem has religious significance to the Navajo.  The crew was allowed to film only if they removed pitons and other climbing hardware embedded in the structure by previous climbers. Eastwood’s crew restored the monolith to pristine condition, and no one has climbed it since.

The Shot

I saw the Totem for the first time in December on my Monument Valley trip. We arrived for a dawn shoot. Instead of a closeup, we framed the distant Totem between a tree and the rising sun.

I knew I had to have a beer that evening with dinner. A cold one.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) The Totem https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/1/great-climbing-terrible-plot Fri, 20 Jan 2023 13:30:00 GMT
Ice Caves https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/1/ice-caves

Ice Caves

Over millions of years, rivers deposited layers of sand that fused into sandstone. Glaciers, water, and wind then transformed that sandstone into miles of dramatic cliffs and caves along Lake Superior’s shore near Munising in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.

Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore preserves much of this beautiful stretch of shoreline for us as a national park. Wind, waves, and water continue to sculpt the area. During the summer, countless tourists view these dazzling formations by boat and by kayak.

But it’s winter that brings a stunning addition to the already beautiful lakeshore: ice.

Ice formations drape the red sandstone cliffs, waterfalls are frozen in place, and icicles glisten. Mineral deposits in the water and the warm tones of sunrise tint the ice with pleasing pastels.

When weather conditions are just right, the ice is thick enough for visitors to snowmobile safely across the bay from Munising to the shoreline and caves of Grand Island.

The winter of 2021-2022 was one of those winters.  After four years of waiting, I was finally able to connect with a group of photographers making the crossing to Grand Island.

As we snowmobiled there in the pre-dawn in early March, we didn’t know what to expect. It wasn’t very cold; it was ten degrees above zero.

The Shot

As we neared the island, we know we were in for a treat. The ice was plentiful. High clouds to the east looked promising for a colorful sunrise. And we were the only group out that early morning.

Our first stop was a familiar looking cave. After a few moments, I realized I had been there before in the fall. Several compositions came to mind. After choosing one and setting up my camera, the sky lit up in warm, inviting colors. What a treat!

After a few hours, we packed up to head back to the Falling Rock Café and Book Store for hot coffee and breakfast.

If you want to visit the ice caves of Grand Island, check out Home | Ice Cave Tours (lakesuperioricecavetours.com). Remember, accessibility is very weather dependent. Let me know if you go!

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Ice Cave https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/1/ice-caves Fri, 13 Jan 2023 13:30:00 GMT
Run Forrest, Run! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/1/run-forrest-run Run, Forrest, Run!Run, Forrest, Run! Run Forrest, Run!

It’s a line that’s immediately recognizable. Forrest Gump is a lovable, familiar movie character ranking up there with the likes of Rocky and Maria in The Sound of Music.

Winston Groom published the book in 1986. A Mobile, Alabama man with a low IQ leads an extraordinary life of being in an interesting place at an interesting time. Told by his mother "You have to do the best with what God gave you,” he never thinks of himself as disadvantaged.

Forrest Gump falls in love with his first-grade crush – Jenny -- for a lifetime, becomes a college football star, fights in the Vietnam War, plays professional ping-pong in China, and becomes a shrimper.

The book didn’t sell. But the 1994 film based on the novel won six Oscars, including Best Picture, Best Director and for Tom Hanks, Best Actor.

Many of Gump’s best lines are etched in our memories. “My mama always said, ‘Life was like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.’ ” And “What’s normal anyways?” But the movie’s signature line wasn’t uttered by Gump. It was Jenny who shouted “Run, Forrest, run!”

Midway through the movie, Gump is sitting outside his Alabama home feeling sad because Jenny has left. Overwhelmed, Gump rises and “for no particular reason” decides to “go for a little run.”

"My Mama always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on." After running for “…three years, two months, 14 days, and 16 hours” he finally made sense of all he experienced. It took him across America almost five times.

The iconic cross-country running scene wasn’t in the book, and it almost didn’t make the film. It only exists because Hanks and director Robert Zemeckis agreed with Paramount to personally foot the bill for the filming.

The reward for their perseverance is seven minutes of Gump running through some of the most beautiful locations in America.

The End of the Run

“I’m pretty tired…I think I’ll go home now.” Gump finally stops running at one of the most beautiful stretches of road in America. Utah Route 163 leads to incredible beauty of Monument Valley on the Navajo reservation.

The Shot

I dare you to visit Monument Valley without stopping to photograph this iconic vista.  I certainly couldn’t resist. The recently completed Forrest Gump Scenic Overlook always has a few people there taking selfies.

A month ago, our small photography group had the location mostly to ourselves. With a lookout warning us about traffic approaching us from behind, we took turns going to the center line and photographing. When the sky looked its glorious best, I took my turn.

“That’s all I have to say about that.”

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Forrest Gump https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2023/1/run-forrest-run Fri, 06 Jan 2023 14:30:00 GMT
Beautiful Debris https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/12/beautiful-debris Geminids Over Monument ValleyGeminids Over Monument Valley

Beautiful Debris

Most people don’t like dust. But to an observer of the night sky, dust can be transformed into a thing of beauty. We’re talking about meteors.

Meteors are high speed fragments and particles that burn up upon entry to the Earth’s atmosphere.

Comets and some asteroids leave a dusty trail behind as they orbit the Sun. Every year the Earth passes through these debris trails. When the debris enters our atmosphere, it burns up creating fiery, colorful streaks in the night sky.

Meteor or meteorite? If a meteor survives its trip through the atmosphere and reaches the ground, it becomes a meteorite. About 33,000 to 110,000 tons of meteorites reach the earth every year!

A Newcomer

December brings the Geminids meteor shower. It’s considered to be one of the best and most reliable annual meteor showers.

The Geminids first began appearing in the mid-1800s. The first showers weren’t noteworthy with only 10 to 20 visible meteors per hour. But since that time, the Geminids have grown to become one of the major showers of the year.

Most meteor showers originate from comets. The Geminids are unusual and originate from an asteroid, 3200 Phaethon. Due to its close approach to the Sun, Phaethon is named after the mythical Greek character who drove the Sun-God Helios's chariot.

It may be a "dead comet" that has lost all its volatile materials leaving only rock behind. During its very close approach to the sun, bits and pieces break off from the 3.7-mile in diameter asteroid adding to its dust trail.

During the December 13-14 peak, 120 Geminid meteors per hour can be seen under perfect conditions. The Geminids are bright, fast meteors that tend to be yellow in color.

Geminids travel 78,000 miles per hour, over 40 times faster than a speeding bullet. But don’t worry about being hit. Geminids burn up 45 to 55 miles above the Earth.

Why Geminids?

The shower owes its name to the constellation Gemini because the meteors appear to emerge from the constellation Gemini (twins). Our ancestors had great imaginations!

The two bright stars Castor and Pollux each mark a starry eye of a Gemini Twin. Image via AugPi/ Wikimedia Commons.

This depiction of the Gemini twins is from Urania’s Mirror, a set of cards containing astronomical star charts, first published in 1824. Image via Wikipedia.

The Shot

I was very fortunate to be in Monument Valley on the Navajo reservation December 9th through the morning of the 13th for a photography workshop. With the Geminids peak activity occurring that evening, I elected to stay an extra day.

It was the easiest night photography ever! My room at The View Hotel featured the view of the iconic West Mitten, East Mitten, and Merrick’s Butte from my patio. I framed the scene, set the camera to take continuous photographs, and stepped back into my cozy, warm room and enjoyed an adult beverage.

I captured 1,506 images at ISO 5,000, f1.6, and 8 seconds at a 35mm focal length between the beginning of astronomical twilight and the moonrise. After the moonrise, the meteors were washed out by the bright light of the moon.

Twenty-two images captured meteors! In Photoshop, I selected a base image of Monument Valley and the night sky. The Geminid radiant (the apparent point of origin with the radiating arrows) moved up and to my right (the curved line) as the evening progressed. So, I had to rotate and move each of the 22 meteor images to line up with my base image radiant. Only the meteors were then selected and pasted into the base image.

 

Several hours and about 40 Photoshop layers later, I had this composite of the evening’s meteor shower.

I was honored to be selected as the December 25, 2022, Astronomy Picture Of the Day (APOD). APOD is supported by NASA, the National Science Foundation, and Michigan Technological University. There are over a million views a day of astrophotography submitted from around the world.

I never thought I’d have one of my pictures accepted. Look for it in the archive dated 12/25/2022 (Astronomy Picture of the Day Archive (nasa.gov)).

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Geminids https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/12/beautiful-debris Sat, 24 Dec 2022 18:18:10 GMT
Fishy Business https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/12/fishy-business

Fishy Business

I’m from Minnesota. While my parents weren’t Scandinavian, many of my classmates were. In my high school class of 400, there were 29 Andersons, Johnsons (pronounced “yawn-son”) and Petersons. And the best man in my wedding was a Hendrickson from my class.

I was reminded of all those Swedes and Norwegians during a photographic trip last year. I was in Grand Marias, Minnesota, on the far North Shore of Lake Superior.

Nordic immigrants settled in Minnesota during the late 19th century. Some knew the land and came to farm. Others brought their fishing skills and settled along the lake.

  

Norwegian immigrants pose for a picture on the passenger and freight steamer America sometime between 1900 and 1910. They are on Lake Superior with Duluth is in the background. Photo courtesy of the Northeast Minnesota Historical Center, Duluth,

The first commercial fishing on Lake Superior began in the 1880s. By the 1920s, there was a thriving fishing community. More than 270 commercial fishermen and their families lived along the North Shore. Eighty to 90 percent of this group were Norwegian Americans. They sold their fish to the A. Booth Packing Company, headquartered in Chicago at the intersection of Lake and State streets.

Commercial fishermen along Lake Superior’s North Shore. https://northernwilds.com/lake-superiors-historic-maritime-locations/    

Lake Superior proved to be challenging, even for those used to fishing the Norwegian coast. Storms appeared with very little warning and there were very few safe harbors.

The fishermen worked out of small fish houses, where they kept their nets and other equipment. Old nets were dried on net reels and new nets were seamed during slow periods. Corks were oiled and dried. And in good weather, rope and cord were laid out to dry.

Fishing proved to be difficult and not very lucrative. Catering to tourists became a way to supplement their income. Many of the North Shore’s original resorts were mom-and-pop operations operated by commercial fishing families.

As time went on, commercial fishing dwindled, but tourism thrived. Some of the original fish houses where the old timers worked either survived or have been recreated for historical displays in the area.

The Shot

Our group was north of Grand Marais at the ghost town of Hovland. We walked out on the old Hovland dock. It’s the last remaining vintage commercial dock on the Lake. Looking back towards shore, we saw a 21st century version of a Norwegian fantasy.

It was a 28-year-old, 618 square foot home that looked like an old Norwegian fish house. I could only imagine drinking coffee in the morning overlooking the lake through the picture window. And with a price of over $300,000, I was limited to imagining.

Despite being there in July, it was in the 50s that evening. The mosquitos were hunkered down, so we could take our time. A touch of low-level illumination helped bring out the home and its color.

The wispy, far edges of the Milky Way cut diagonally from top center towards the bottom left. And to the right of the Milky Way, we could see the Andromeda galaxy. At 2.5 million light years away, it’s the furthest visible object we can see.

You betcha, it was a wonderful night.

I’m taking the 16th and 23rd off for the holidays. The next Friday Photo will be December 30th.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Hovland https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/12/fishy-business Fri, 09 Dec 2022 16:16:50 GMT
Desert Sunrise https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/12/desert-sunrise Big Dick CanyonBig Dick Canyon

Desert Sunrise

I always enjoy dawn in the desert southwest. In March, I witnessed a beautiful dawn in the Kofa National Wildlife Refuge with fellow photographers Mike Loebach and Jon Christofersen.

Kofa is in the southwest corner of Arizona. Its 665,400 acres of remote and rugged desert attracts wildlife enthusiasts, hikers, photographers, rockhounds, and stargazers.

A Little History

Very few people ventured into this remote corner of Arizona before 1896. That’s when Charles Eichelberger discovered gold in what would later become the Kofa National Wildlife Refuge.

His King of Arizona mine produced enough gold and silver to support a nearby town of 300. Because his mine workers stamped mine property with the initials “K of A,” the town adopted the name Kofa.

The mines petered out and the King of Arizona mine ceased operations in 1939. Around the same time, the desert bighorn sheep population began to dwindle. Local conservationists took note.

The honorary President of the Arizona Boy Scouts, Major Frederick R. Burnham led a campaign to save the bighorns. The campaign was successful, and land was set aside for a wildlife refuge in 1939.

Those plans were put on hold by World War II. Tanks and infantry under the command of General George S. Patton, Jr. trained for battle in the area. To this day, you can still find unexploded ordnance in Kofa. There are also several dangerous mineshafts and other mine-related hazards there.

The Shot

We drove into Kofa and made our way to Big Dick Canyon in the dark. Go ahead and snicker; that’s the name of the canyon. And I don’t know the story behind the name.

We set up looking south to the mountains that are about 17 miles away. I used a long telephoto lens that compressed the perspective, making objects appear to be very close together.

Moving around, I tried to arrange layers of desert flora in front of the mountains. Once the rising sun painted the distant mountains with warm light, I took the photograph.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Kofa https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/12/desert-sunrise Mon, 05 Dec 2022 18:55:49 GMT
Another Chicago Suprise https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/11/another-chicago-suprise

Another Chicago Surprise

You never know what you’ll find wandering around Chicago. This time, I found an Egyptian-appearing building on North Clark Street. So, what’s the story?

In 1880, William C. Reebie founded a moving company with an assistant and a two-wheeled cart. Reebie Storage and Moving quickly went on to become a well-known and respected mover in Chicago.

Reebie designed and built Chicago’s first motorized moving van to replace his horse drawn carts. Reebie and his van, “The Moving King,” become the city’s most reliable moving company.

In 1922, architect George Kingsley designed a new Reebie storage warehouse located on North Clark Street. It is one of the country’s finest examples of academic-style Egyptian Revival architecture. William Reebie and his brother John are represented by the twin statues of Pharaoh Ramses II keeping guard at the entrance.

Accurate hieroglyphics and ancient Egyptian imagery add to the building’s appeal. The terra cotta ornaments were crafted by sculptor Fritz Albert.

 

In 1928, Reebie Storage and Moving became one of the five original Allied Van Lines’ charter agents. It still ranks as Allied’s single largest consumer sales agency. And it ranks in Allied’s top 10 booking agencies for household goods revenue.

In 2001, Reebie Storage and Moving opened corporate headquarters in suburban Franklin Park. It now owns and operates four Chicagoland facilities and offers more than 400,000 square feet of storage space. And the Reebie fleet has grown to include over 100 local moving units and 30 interstate tractor-trailers.

The North Clark Street storage warehouse was named to the National Register of Historic Places on March 21, 1979. In addition, Mayor Richard M. Daley named it an official Chicago landmark in 1999.

The Shot

The Chicago Streets and Beyond (CS&B) Meetup Group recently held a photo walk with a dozen photographers on North Clark Street. Meetup is a social media platform designed to help you meet new people who share your interests through online and in-person events. CS&B is run by friend and fellow photographer Rich Kolar.

Our starting location was the Reebie Storage and Moving Company building. I didn’t find anything that interested me as much as Reebie did for the rest of the walk.

I was fascinated by the building. I hope you enjoy the architecture as well.

Happy Thanksgiving,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Reebie https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/11/another-chicago-suprise Fri, 25 Nov 2022 13:00:00 GMT
Welcome to Chicago! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/11/welcome-to-chicago

Welcome to Chicago!

But how do you and your goods get there safely? In the early years following Chicago’s incorporation in 1837, it was likely by boat. And boats need lighthouses to safely navigate.

The first lighthouse in Chicago commenced operation on land near the mouth of the Chicago River in 1833. That’s Fort Dearborn in the center of the engraving.

First Chicago Lighthouse Constructed 1832

Northeasterly gales caused sand bars to form. The city constructed piers out into the harbor to control them. By 1847, the piers jutted out 3,900 feet into Lake Michigan to form a harbor. To help mariners navigate into and out of the harbor, several wooden pier lights were constructed.

A new tower was placed into service in 1859 near the mouth of the Chicago River. It was of the constructed from prefabricated cast iron pieces designed to hold up the lantern room.

The 1859 Pier Light

Growth of the city brought more and more factories. And the smoke from the factories started obscuring the tower light.

In 1893, a new lighthouse to mark the Chicago Harbor was constructed near the mouth of the Chicago River. Coincidentally, an award winning, red and white paneled third order Fresnel lens was on exhibition at the 1893 Chicago World's Fair. The Lighthouse Board kept the lens in Chicago after the Fair and installed it in the lantern room of the new lighthouse.

1914 View of the 1893 Lighthouse

Larger and larger ships made navigating the Chicago River increasingly difficult. This led to the development of the outer harbor. An area of Lake Michigan was enclosed with a protective break wall near the mouth of the Chicago River.

Boat Traffic Near Rush Street on the Chicago River Circa 1900

A municipal pier, known today as Navy Pier, was completed in 1916 to handle the loading and unloading of these larger ships. To finish the new outer harbor, the 1893 Chicago Lighthouse was moved to a concrete foundation at the end of the north pier to become the Chicago Harbor Lighthouse. A new attached fog signal room and boathouse were also built.

The lighthouse was listed on the National Register of Historic Places on July 19, 1984. In 2005, the light was declared excess by the Coast Guard. United States Secretary of the Interior Kenneth Salazar transferred the lighthouse to the City of Chicago on February 24, 2009.

The Shot

Fellow photographer Jon Christofersen and I drove downtown several weeks ago hoping to find a good drone shot. I flew my drone beyond the Chicago Harbor Lighthouse and turned 180 degrees to catch the setting sun glowing behind the skyline.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Chicago harbor https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/11/welcome-to-chicago Fri, 18 Nov 2022 13:30:00 GMT
What The Heck Is That!?! https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/11/what-the-heck-is-that Stikine River AbstractStikine River Abstract

What The Heck Is That!?!

What do you think it is? It’s certainly not my usual literal image of a landscape or cityscape. This image is an abstract.

According to the dictionary, one definition of abstract is “Having an intellectual and affective artistic content that depends solely on intrinsic form rather than on narrative content or pictorial representation: abstract painting and sculpture.”

Abstract images don’t create an immediate association with our physical world. They transform the world we see into an unexpected, often unrecognizable, image.  

I fail more often than I succeed at capturing grand landscapes under colorful skies. There just aren’t that many moments when all the required elements come together.

On the other hand, we’re always surrounded by possible abstract images. But you need to train your eye to disregard the literal and pre-visualize the potential of intrinsic forms and shapes.

Creating abstract photographic images requires using perspective, close-ups, aerial shots, camera movement, and post-processing techniques to create interesting patterns, colors, light, and textures.

The Shot

So again, what is it?

I’ll start with a hint. It’s an aerial photograph taken from a doors-off helicopter in Alaska. Here’s a photograph of fellow photographer Chris VenHaus and me getting ready for the flight at the end of July near Petersburg, Alaska.

Heading UpHeading Up

Yes, it’s July and we’re bundled up! It’s cold with the doors open.

Here’s hint number two. It’s low tide and we’re above the Stikine River. The skies were overcast with the normally majestic mountains obscured by low clouds.

Here’s the answer. Today’s Friday Photo was taken at the western end of the Stikine River where it empties into the sea. The estuary contains interesting ribbons of water and land. With a little creative post-processing in Photoshop, I think it makes an interesting abstract.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Stikine River https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/11/what-the-heck-is-that Fri, 11 Nov 2022 13:58:03 GMT
Cloud 9 https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/11/cloud-9

“I’m on cloud nine!”

What is cloud nine? Have you ever wondered where that expression came from?

Before 1800, observers spoke of clouds as “essences” floating in the sky. Clouds had no names and were not well understood

In the early 1800s, clouds became a hot topic. Scientists and seafarers began to organize clouds into types.

Luke Howard (1773-1864) was an English pharmacist with an interest in clouds. As a hobby, he joined a group of scientists called the Askesians (searchers after knowledge). Members read their scientific papers to the other members.

Luke Howard’s turn to present came one night during the winter of 1802-03. His paper, “On the Modification of Clouds” was so well received that it was published. Today’s meaning of modification is classification.

We still use his basic scheme and the Latin names that Howard presented that night. They are cumulus, stratus, stratocumulus, nimbostratus, cumulonimbus, altostratus, altocumulus, cirrus, cirrostratus, and cirrocumulus.

0-9

The 1896 International Cloud Atlas (Hildebrandsson, Riggenbach and Teisserenc de Bort) introduced a universal language of cloud identification. In the Atlas, cumulonimbus, the greatest cloud in the world, was listed as Cloud 9. Zero represented the lowest clouds (stratus), and nine, the tallest clouds (cumulonimbus, or thunderstorm clouds).

Cumulonimbus (Cloud 9) from the 1896 International Cloud Atlas

The Shot

I always enjoy photographing storms at sunset. The low angle of the light and the warmth of the setting sun creates visual interest.

On this summer’s storm chase, we were following a small monsoon storm. When we ran out of passable road, we stopped the van and set up quickly for a few photographs of a Cloud 9 before the sun set and the light vanished.

The cloud type also mirrored our feelings as we watched this beautiful storm “spark” in the distance.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Cloud 9 https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/11/cloud-9 Fri, 04 Nov 2022 15:55:25 GMT
Forest Light https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/10/forest-light

Ode To Enchanted Light

Under the trees light

has dropped from the top of the sky,

light

like a green

latticework of branches,

shining

on every leaf,

drifting down like clean

white sand.

A cicada sends

its sawing song

high into the empty air.

The world is

a glass overflowing

with water.

Pablo Neruda

The Shot

It’s fairly easy to capture the beauty of a forest in a video. The three-dimensional nature of your surroundings is readily apparent. Captivating shapes, lighting, and colors appear and disappear as you walk through the scene.

Photographing the forest is much more difficult. Without movement, you’re in a much less interesting two-dimensional world.

And the forest is filled with visual clutter. What are you supposed to look at? How do you find your way through the image?

The best advice I received regarding forest photography is to find the darkest part of the forest and to shoot into the light.

If you combine dark to light, big to small, and cool (blue tint) to warm (red tint) transitions, a forest can come alive in a photograph. But it’s difficult.

I spent over an hour wandering a random patch of woods near Munising, Michigan hoping to find that combination. This is as close as I could come.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) forest light https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/10/forest-light Fri, 21 Oct 2022 15:08:25 GMT
Edges of the Day https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/10/edges-of-the-day

Edges of the Day

What are the best times for photography? Often, it’s the “edges of the day.”

The morning edge is the 45 minutes before and the 45 minutes after sunrise. The evening edge is the 45 minutes before and the 45 minutes after sunset.

When the sun is at a low angle, sunlight travels through a lot more atmosphere. This softens and reduces the intensity of the light. The absence of harsh shadow flatters most subjects.

And when light travels longer distances through the atmosphere, the blues are filtered out, resulting in warm, golden colors. Those inviting reds and yellows command your eyes’ attention.

Finally, the low angle of the light makes for long shadows that add depth and dimension.

When the sun is just below the horizon, it bathes the landscape with gorgeous soft, diffused blues and lavenders.

Mirrored Times?

You’d think that sunrise and sunset are mirror images of each other for photographers. But are they?

One obvious difference is that mornings start in darkness. You need a flashlight to find your way to your location.

Unless you’ve thoroughly scouted the day before, locating a promising composition in the dark is difficult. Almost always, you need to scout the day before and memorize or GPS tag your pre-dawn location.

And then there’s getting up in the morning. I’m still suffering from years of 6:30 am physician meetings. And don’t get me started on the orthopedic docs who wanted to meet at 6 am.

Setting up for sunset is easier. You’re awake and compositions are easier to locate.

But sunset shooting is often more crowded due to the added difficulties of sunrise photography.

Despite the difficulties, sunrise shooting increases the chances of enjoying the scene without crowds. And sunrise also offers the possibility of unique atmospheric conditions like fog or frost.

The Shot

Two years ago, I was with friend and fellow photographer Sherry Snyder at the Morton Arboretum. We were the first in line to enter when it opened at sunrise on a crisp, fall morning.

We hurried to the water as fog was drifting through the trees. I captured this image before the sun rose high enough to burn off the enchanting fog.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Morton Arboretum https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/10/edges-of-the-day Fri, 14 Oct 2022 12:30:00 GMT
"Life, uh, finds a way." https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/10/-life-uh-finds-a-way

"Life, uh, finds a way.”

Dr. Ian Malcolm (actor Jeff Goldblum) in the 1993 science fiction film Jurassic Park.

Freshwater crabs in the desert? That’s about as likely as seeing a cactus grove at the Morton Arboretum in Lisle, Illinois.

Or is it?

The American southwest is full of surprises. In this case, the surprise was in the 280,000-acre Vermillion Cliffs National Monument.

The Monument bumps up against the Utah/Arizona border. Kaibab National Forest lies to the west and Glen Canyon National Recreation Area is to the east.

It’s remote and unspoiled, containing some of the most spectacular desert trails and views in the world. The area is hot with temperatures up to 140 degrees, and dry with only 4.7 inches of rain a year.

My favorite patch of Monument sandstone is the 100 by 800-yard psychedelic display at White Pocket. People come from all over the world to see and photograph the colorful swirls of cross-bedded sandstone.

Like most of the Monument, it’s not overrun by visitors. The sandy roads to reach it are treacherous, requiring high clearance 4WD vehicles.

Crabs in the desert?!?

After heavy rains, tiny creatures that look like small mini-horseshoe crabs with three eyes can appear in pools of water. They are a couple of inches long.

Photo by Jon Christofersen

The ancestors of these armored, tiny crustaceans evolved 419 million to 359 million years ago. They’re widely considered to be among the most ancient species on the planet.

Crabs need water, so how can they live in a desert?

Eons ago, the area was filled with lakes and waterways supporting aquatic life. Nearly all that life died off when the area transformed into a desert.

But it turns these crab eggs are incredibly tough, tolerating decades of dry, hot weather. Tim Graham, a biologist with the U.S. Geological Survey, stated: “Eggs of tadpole shrimp or fairy shrimp have been kept for 50 years in the lab, and were still viable.”

Heavy monsoon rains fill sandstone depressions with water. With enough rain, the temporary pools can last weeks before evaporating.

Young shrimp hatch in those watery potholes and “go to work.” In just a few weeks, they gorge, mature, mate, and lay another lot of eggs before their temporary homes dry up. Life finds a way.

The Shot

Jon Christofersen and I were in White Pocket in August of 2021. Our objective was night Milky Way photography, but the place is too beautiful not to shoot during sunset.

We hiked in from the parking area in the 100-plus degree temperature and scouted. I found this finger of rock that seemed to lead my eye to the formations in the distance. The green was an eye-catcher, as was the pool of water holding frolicking crabs.

Settling in to enjoy the scene, I waited until just before the sun set to take this image.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Stairway to Heaven https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/9/stairway-to-heaven

"There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

When she gets there, she knows, if the stores are all closed

With a word she can get what she came for."

Stairway to Heaven lyric from Led Zeppelin IV

I was standing under the stars along the shore of Lake Superior near Grand Marais, Minnesota.

It was a perfect summer night in a park along the lake. And no mosquitos!

The stairs seemed to beckon me towards the heavens. Seeing them, Stairway to Heaven started playing in my head. It’s a song with three distinct sections.

The slow tempo of the song’s first section featuring acoustic guitar and recorder matched the quiet wonder I felt initially.

As my eyes adjusted to the dark, photographic possibilities quickened my pulse. And the song’s second section with electronic instruments seemed to fit my new mood perfectly.

After taking and reviewing several images, the third section started playing in my head. My excitement echoed the final section’s up-tempo hard rock arrangement and Jimmy Page's epic guitar solo.

I walked away from my camera to just be there in the moment. Robert Plant's plaintive a cappella ending line, "And she's buying a stairway to heaven," started playing in my head. I had the chills.

You can hear Jimmy Page describe how Stairway to Heaven was created in this BBC interview at https://youtu.be/DDo4CA13LbY. It’s well worth experiencing.

The Shot

This image was taken in July of 2021. A single camera image couldn’t possibly capture what I could easily see with my eyes. Three images, without moving my tripod, were needed for this scene.

The first shot is a 15mm single 20 second exposure of the night sky at ISO 6400 and f2.8. While that photograph worked nicely for the stars and Milky Way, the foreground was mostly black.

The only light illuminating the foreground was from the stars and the Milky Way! It required six-minutes at ISO 6400 and f4 to capture enough light on the foreground. I took two shots to reduce the noise (grainy appearance) during post processing.

The two foreground shots were blended and darkened to match what I remembered seeing. The sky was replaced with the single night sky exposure.

The resulting image is above. It’s very close to what I remember from that special night.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Imperfect Beauty https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/9/imperfect-beauty FramedFramed

“In nature, nothing is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways and they're still beautiful.” 
Alice Walker

It was a frantic pre-dawn race. We were darting from location to location desperately seeking a suitable spot to capture sunrise illuminating the Sierra Nevada mountains in the Owens Valley in California.

There was no way to predict where the light would be favorable. The clouds were dissipating, sometimes just before drifting into the scene. Then the clouds would reform elsewhere leading us to yet another location.

And to make it more maddening, the sun on the Sierra Nevada mountains was being intermittently blocked by yet other fickle clouds.

At one of our hurried stops, the light on the mountains finally appeared. But finding a foreground was now the issue. This pair of trees framed the distant peak nicely.

Their contorted shapes didn’t initially appeal to me. They seemed so imperfect that I only took two images before running back in the car and racing to yet another area.

But friends Jon Christofersen, Mike Loebach, and I never found a better view. My only photograph with potential from that morning included those trees.  

Alice Walker

Alice Walker is an American novelist, short story writer, poet, and social activist. Walker has published seventeen novels and short story collections, twelve non-fiction works, and collections of essays and poetry.

She is perhaps best known for her novel The Color Purple.  The book led to her 1982 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, the first for an African American woman.

While reviewing my two images from the morning, I began to understand and appreciate Walker’s view of nature. These trees did seem to possess a certain beauty in their imperfection.

The Shot

Once I reframed my thinking about the trees, the processing was relatively simple. But there were only a few small clouds in the original capture.

This is my first and only sky replacement using Photoshop. Normally, I only use the sky that nature provides. This is an exception, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever replace a sky again.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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My Vote Goes to the Dogs https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/9/my-vote-goes-to-the-dogs

My Vote Goes to the Dogs

Who were the best athletes on the field in Chicagoland over the Labor Day weekend? My vote goes to the dogs.

Yes, the dogs. Specifically, the dogs at the Ashley Whippet Invitational K-9 Frisbee™ World Championship Series in Naperville, Illinois.

I wrote about Frisbees™ and the canine world championships last year on my blog at
https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2021/9/disc-dog. You might want to revisit the blog to refresh your memory about the event.

I Need Your Help

One or more of these photos may wind up in a local photo contest. And a catchy title just might help my chances. So, please put on those thinking caps and help me out with suggested captions!

The Shots

New cameras are technological marvels. My Canon R5 tracks and focuses on animal eyes even as they run and jump around a large field. I picked these three as my favorites out of the hundreds of photographs I took that morning.

Photo #1 (the attached lead photo) called out to me because of the look on the dog’s face. And the color-coordinated turquoise Frisbee™, front leg wraps, and dyed tail brought a smile to my face. Finally, I could only imagine what was going through the dog’s head as it spun through the air.

Shot #2 caught my attention because of the body symmetry between dog and owner. If only the owner had a Frisbee™ in his mouth. That’s a lot of body English!

Shot #3 intrigued me with the ferocious concentration in the dog’s eyes along with the jaws ready to snap shut.

If you have a moment, please send me a suggested caption for any or all of the three pictures.

Thanks for looking (and captioning),

Chuck Derus

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Looking Back https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/9/looking-back

Looking Back

Selecting “keepers” is a quick process. Identifying the few images with potential usually occurs within days of taking them.

But when I have time, I like to browse through old images looking for new discoveries.  Sometimes I find an overlooked keeper.

I recently looked back at my 2019 Yukon trip. You may recall that photographing the Aurora Borealis was my main reason for going to Tombstone Territorial Park, a protected wilderness area in Canada’s Yukon Territory.

The Tombstone Range is a small, remote, spiky mountain range that makes for dramatic backgrounds. And the treeless, windswept arctic tundra usually has clear skies.

Clear skies were paramount. After 29 consecutive cloudy nights (5 in Alaska and 22 in Iceland), I desperately wanted to see and photograph the Aurora Borealis.

Remote

Tombstone Territorial Park is located on mile 45 of the Dempster Highway, a rugged and neglected gravel road. It took less than an hour to realize the wisdom of purchasing windshield insurance for the rental car.

The traditional way into the park is hiking the one-way, seven mile long Grizzly Lake Trail. While seven miles sounds doable, the trail is more climbing than hiking. The elevation gain is nearly one mile. It’s like climbing the Willis Tower four times in four miles while carrying a 50-pound backpack.

Our photo group opted to be helicoptered into the park close to our first primitive campsite. 

Looking clean and happy going IN before a week without a shower.

For the rest of the trip, we hiked about 13 miles with several thousand feet of elevation gain before returning to the extraction site. Our 50-pound backpacks seemed to get heavier with every step.

You couldn’t have asked for a more immersive wilderness experience. The campsites were truly primitive.

The #$%&@ 85-liter, 50-pound backpack that only seemed to get heavier with time!

The Shot

My initial image review in 2019 identified mainly Aurora Borealis and grand landscape shots. It was the quiet beauty of the Tombstones reflecting in a pool that caught my attention this time around.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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"…oh my God! -- it's full of stars." https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/9/-oh-my-god----its-full-of-stars

"…oh my God! -- it's full of stars."

The 1968 Stanley Kubrick film 2001: A Space Odyssey contains numerous memorable lines. “Open the pod bay doors, Hal” is usually the first that comes to mind.

But my favorite line is by astronaut David Bowman. Just before traveling through the star gate created by the monolith orbiting Jupiter and vanishing, he tells Mission Control: "The thing's hollow -- it goes on forever -- and -- oh my God! -- it's full of stars!"

 

Astronaut David Bowman before vanishing into the monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey

Or your typical first timer witnessing a truly dark sky.

Chicago Skies

In Chicago’s night sky, you can only see a paltry 35 stars. Just 35. In a non-light polluted night sky, approximately 4,500 stars are visible. It’s no wonder that folks who venture out of the city and experience a true night sky for the first time are often overheard saying “My God, it’s full of stars.”

If you’ve never experienced the breathtaking beauty of a truly dark sky, head to https://www.darkskymap.com/nightSkyBrightnessThe map will lay out our country’s remaining dark sky areas. If you’ve never experienced a sky with thousands of stars and the Milky Way, you’re missing out on one of the greatest sights in the world.

The Shot

I have a “thing” for landscape astrophotography. It’s a combination of a night sky and a landscape. Bringing heaven and earth together is another way to describe landscape astrophotography.

Last year I was fortunate to enjoy several evenings of clear dark skies near Grand Marais, Minnesota. It’s quite dark outside of town with a multitude of water features to tie the land to the sky.

The waters of Crescent Lake were calm, and the brighter stars were reflecting beautifully in the lake. Both the lake and the sky seemed “full of stars.”

The green glow in the background wasn’t the Aurora Borealis, it was airglow.

About 60 miles above the earth, air molecules and atoms release energy absorbed from incoming solar radiation. This results in a faint green and sometimes red luminescence of Earth’s upper atmosphere. It’s so faint that only a camera exposing for many seconds can capture the glow.

Even after many beautiful nights under dark skies, I still felt goosebumps as I stared at a sky filled with stars.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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Adapting https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/8/adapting Grand Canyon Village Clearing StormGrand Canyon Village Clearing Storm

“Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms, you would never see the beauty of their carvings.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

You need to adapt. An unexpected, challenging situation may result in something beautiful, despite your difficulties in appreciating it at the time.

Such was the case with this year’s tornado chase. A severely clear, cold air mass blanketed the Great Plains, eliminating any chance of supercells and tornadoes.

Heading north from Denver to the Dakotas for non-existent tornadoes was not an option.

But our disappointment created the possibility to photograph other types of weather. In my years of visiting the Southwest, I’ve never been able to photograph the beauty of rain and lightning over the Grand Canyon.

So, our tour group headed south to Arizona, reframing our attitude from one of disappointment to the possibilities of photography in the Southwest.

Southwest Monsoon Storms

The Southwest Monsoon is a pattern of thunderstorm and rainfall over large areas of the southwestern United States and northwestern Mexico. The monsoon typically occurs between June and mid-September.

A cycle starting with daytime heating builds thunderstorms during the late afternoon and early evening. Typically, monsoon storms dissipate by late night with the cycle beginning anew the next morning.

But monsoon storms are spotty and can dissipate rapidly. You need to be in the right place at the right time. And the Grand Canyon is deceptively large, meaning you need to choose your shot location carefully.

The Shot

Photographing lightning is easy. Photographing lightning with an interesting foreground is quite a bit more challenging. So, when the forecast on June 29 called for the possibility of monsoon storms over the Grand Canyon, our group of storm chasers (formerly tornado chasers) was overjoyed.

We arrived in time to witness several storms during the afternoon featuring lightning and a rare hailstorm. A quick check of my camera LCD screen indicated that I had captured several lightning bolts over the canyon.

About an hour before sunset, it looked like the show was over. We started our long drive out of the park when the weather radar and a look out the window told us to head back to the Grand Canyon Village viewpoint.

What a fortuitous decision.

At sunset, the sky lit up with beautiful yellow storm light. The waning thunderstorm cell had one last lightning bolt left in it. Luckily, we all took the time to put down our cameras to just bask in the “beauty of their carvings.”

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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Escape to the Stars https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/8/escape-to-the-stars

Escape to the Stars

These are heady times for astronomy and astrophysics.

The new James Webb telescope is rewriting galactic history by photographing a 13.5-billion-year-old galaxy. And it imaged a single star over 28 billion light-years away!

So, when I set about planning an August full moon picture, I wanted to include Chicago’s contribution to astronomy and astrophysics, the Adler Planetarium.

The Belt of Venus

The best time to photograph a rising full moon is the day before the full moon. The day before offers a pleasing balance between fading twilight and the light of a full moon. You can see and photograph the foreground and the moon isn’t a pure white orb.

And the other benefit of photographing the day before is including the Belt of Venus.

You may have noticed that the eastern horizon after sunset is awash with a band of pastel pinks and blues. On a clear evening, the horizon can look like a watercolor painting.

This delightful, subtle atmospheric phenomenon is the Belt of Venus.

The name has nothing to do with the planet Venus. Instead, it associated with the girdle or belt worn by the Greek goddess Aphrodite, the Roman counterpart of Venus.

The pink band is caused by the same scattering of light that warms the light of the setting sun. And the blue band is the shadow of the earth.

From the BBC Sky at Night Magazine

Sometimes the Belt can be quite striking, as this shot at twilight over Canyonlands National Park in Utah demonstrates.

The Shot

Fortunately, a position on the Chicago lakefront south of Balbo Drive afforded the opportunity to image the rising moon over the Adler Planetarium. A 200mm telephoto lens framed the scene well.

Friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen and I were fortunate to catch the show. Five years ago, when I first attempted this shot, there were only a few photographers around. This time there must have been 50!

After photographing and appreciating the sight, we moved north to photograph the fireworks with our drones.

Thanks for looking and let me know if you spot “Aphrodite’s girdle”,

Chuck Derus

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Adler Planetarium https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/8/escape-to-the-stars Fri, 19 Aug 2022 12:30:00 GMT
Staying Local https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/8/staying-local

Going Local

Sometimes I forget that I’m living near one of the greatest cities in the country. Chicago offers endless possibilities for the photographically curious.

Starting on Memorial Day, Navy Pier presents fireworks displays at 9 p.m. every Wednesday and 10 p.m. every Saturday, through Labor Day. The shows are synchronized to dramatic and popular music. It’s a delight for tourists and natives alike.

And in case you want to make it an extra special evening, consider renting a boat to get you closer to the action. Options range from a $65 kayak rental to a 68-foot private yacht that requires you to contact their event coordinator to obtain a price.

Please let me know if you need a seat filled if you rent the yacht!

The Shot

I hadn’t photographed the 4th of July or any other fireworks this year. So, I took a trip to the Pier this week with friend and fellow photographer Jon Christofersen to catch the show.

We started out by shooting the moonrise over the Adler Planetarium. But the real reason we went downtown was to photograph the fireworks with our drones.

We launched near Jackson and the Lakefront on a perfect summer evening. I chose this angle and shot dozens of pictures. Out of 50 shots, this was my favorite of the evening.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Fireworks https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/8/staying-local Fri, 12 Aug 2022 12:00:00 GMT
Best Laid Plans, Part 2... https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/8/best-laid-plans-part-2

Best Laid Plans, Part 2…

I was supposed to be chasing tornadoes in the upper Great Plains the last week of June.

My son-in-law, Blake Weis, joined me on the chase. For years he had yearned to chase tornadoes, but a wedding, a new job, and a baby took priority. After enduring a long wait, this was finally the summer to realize his dream.

But a cold front parked over the Plains eliminated any chance of severe weather for almost two weeks. No tornadoes in sight!

Enjoying landscape photography (and travel) means abandoning your expectations, looking for other opportunities, and enjoying just being there. So, our tour group headed to New Mexico and Arizona to photograph monsoon storms in some of the most scenic areas of the Southwest.

Making the Best of It

Blake and I were able to visit some beautiful locations including Canyon Du Chelly and the Grand Canyon. Please note his allegiance to the St. Louis Cardinals in all four pictures!

 Spider Rock, Canyon Du Chelly

 

Grand Canyon

And we were able to see some famous locations (Blake’s Lottaburger from TV’s Breaking Bad and that famous corner in Winslow, Arizona).

 

 

The Shot

Sometimes you find a photogenic subject when you least expect it. After a somewhat disappointing day for storms, we noticed a rainbow on our way to Shiprock, New Mexico.

I had hoped for a better foreground, but there just wasn’t one and the rainbow was quickly fading. I set up my camera with a lightning trigger attached and crossed my fingers.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Rainbow https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/8/best-laid-plans-part-2 Fri, 05 Aug 2022 12:00:00 GMT
Best Laid Plans... https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/7/best-laid-plans Summertime BluesSummertime Blues

Best Laid Plans…

I was supposed to be chasing tornados in the upper Great Plains last week. But landscape photography doesn’t always go according to plan.

When I woke up in Denver on June 26th, it was only 47 degrees! A cold front was parked over the Plains that would eliminate any chance of severe weather for almost two weeks. So, what to do?

Luckily, warm, moist air from the southeast was flowing into Arizona and New Mexico. That meant short-lived, isolated monsoon storms were possible. And they might form over some of the more scenic areas in the region, including the Grand Canyon.

We piled into our van and headed 500 miles south to Monument Valley. The weather models looked promising for storms at one of the most photogenic sites on the planet.

Monument Valley

Why is it photogenic? Monument Valley (Tsé Biiʼ Ndzisgaii, meaning valley of the rocks) is on the Navajo reservation on the Utah/Nevada border. The location was burned into several generations of moviegoers beginning with Director John Ford’s 1939 masterpiece, Stagecoach.

Stagecoach brought together 47-year-old Ford and a 32-year-old B-movie actor by the name of John Wayne in his first lead role. Stagecoach was the beginning of a collaboration that would pair each other’s talents for two decades.

Stagecoach may seem formulaic to today’s moviegoers. But it was the first “Ark Movie” where a mixed bag of characters are thrown together by chance and forced to survive an ordeal. The movie is so well made that Orson Welles watched Stagecoach 40 times before he made Citizen Kane.

Top billing went to Claire Trevor, as Dallas, a lady of pleasure. John Wayne, the other lead, plays The Ringo Kid, a wanted murderer being taken to prison by a U.S. Marshall (George Bancroft).

Andy Devine is the driver, John Carradine is the elegant gambler, Thomas Mitchell is the alcoholic Doc Boone, Louise Platt is the pregnant soldier's wife, and Donald Meek is the effeminate traveling salesman.

Confined inside the stagecoach for most of the film, these gifted actors create a fascinating community. Gradually, their hidden reasons for traveling in great discomfort through hazardous Indian territory become clear.

 

The backdrop to the story is the impressive scenery of Monument Valley. Ford filmed much of the movie on location. It became a favorite of his and he returned again and again to film there.

The film’s attitude towards Native Americans is unenlightened. Only in Ford’s final 1964 film, Cheyenne Autumn, did he come around to a more humane point of view.

The Shot

Despite a great forecast by our tour leader, a storm never quite formed over Monument Valley. I had to be content lining up the major features (East Mitten Butte, West Mitten Butte, and Merrick’s Butte) under a partly cloudy sky and create a memory.

Perhaps I’ll make it back there some day for that photogenic storm over the Valley.

I’ll be back out in the field over the next two weeks, so no Friday Photo until July 29th.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) monument valley https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/7/best-laid-plans Fri, 08 Jul 2022 14:24:07 GMT
High Flying Entertainment https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/6/high-flying-entertainment Angel's LandingAngel's Landing

High Flying Entertainment

Why is there a plane wreck at the entrance to a Nevada brothel?

According to the Atlas Obscura, “In Beatty, Nevada there is only so much to do to keep yourself entertained…one of those things is enjoying the company of a lady of the evening for an hour or two.” Brothels have been legal in 10 of Nevada’s 16 counties since the middle of the 20th century.
You can’t miss the entrance to the former Angel’s Ladies brothel in Beatty. It’s the only one in the state with a plane wreck on the property.

Crash and Burn

Back in 1978, when it was Fran’s Star Ranch, the owners thought it would be a good idea to run a promotion to generate business. They settled on an interesting challenge with a very naughty prize.

If you could parachute (airplane provided) and land on a mattress sitting atop a large painted star on the property, you could spend one full evening with a lady of your choice, on the house!

As you might expect, things went horribly wrong. Scantily clad women combined with an inexperienced, distracted pilot dealing with heavy cross winds sent the plane crashing onto the property. Luckily no one was injured in the accident. The plane wreck stayed as a roadside spectacle to attract visitors.

New Owners

In 1997, Mack Moore, a former funeral home director, was looking for a ranch. He wasn’t looking for a brothel, but Fran’s Star Ranch had a 77-acre garden and mountain spring fed pool that he couldn’t resist.

He bought the ranch and the business. Interestingly, he renamed it Angel’s Ladies after his wife of 25 years, Angel Moore. At age 84 in 2014, he let the license lapse and closed the brothel.

The Shot

On our recent March photo trip, we found ourselves staying in Beatty rather than Death Valley National Park. Terrible rooms in Death Valley were running over $300 a night. Beatty was 60 miles away, but the room costs were substantially cheaper.

It was the middle of the day in Beatty, and we had three hours before we could check into our hotel rooms. Fellow married photographer Mike Loebach and I discussed and agreed that visiting a closed brothel was probably safe.

So, we piled into the car along with Jon Christofersen for the short ride to the entrance. The ranch is private property, but you can get out and walk around the plane and sign without trespassing.

After about an hour in the baking sun, we had our shots and gladly returned to check into our air-conditioned hotel to rehydrate and rest.

I’ll be storm chasing next week, so no Friday Photo until July 8th.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Angel's Ladies https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/6/high-flying-entertainment Fri, 24 Jun 2022 12:45:00 GMT
Vacation Photography https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/6/vacation-photography Vacation Photography

We hit the Oregon Trail last weekend. My wife Christine and I went to Sisters, Oregon for our nephew’s wedding. Since it was a long journey to get there, we decided to stay a few extra days and see some of the sights.

While on vacation, photography is not my priority. Many of you have asked “Does your wife go with you on your photography trips?” and the answer is “No.” Getting to Smith Rock, an iconic photo location, from our hotel in Bend would have meant getting up at 3:45 AM for a dawn shoot.

There are limits to spousal tolerance!

Instead, we marveled at Smith Rock like typical tourists in the middle of the day and had another tourist take a selfie.

John Day Fossil Beds

After Smith Rock, we headed to the Painted Hills portion of the John Day Fossil Beds. This section was called “The evil ice cream cone” by an Oregon native that we met at the wedding.

The area is a badlands featuring a “layer cake” of beautiful red, tan, orange, and black stripes.

Where did those stripes come from? From 44 million to 7 million years ago, volcanos deposited lava, ash, and dust accompanied by debris flows. The different layers had a variety of colors, resulting in the stripes. And the debris flows entombed plants and animals caught in their paths. Their fossilized remains are still there.

The Shot

The best time to shoot the Painted Hills is in the late afternoon when the sun paints the hills in warm colors. But I was determined to make the most of this opportunity during our mid-afternoon visit.

There were compositions everywhere, but the layers and overcast sky in this view caught my eye.

After that, we packed up and headed back to our hotel in Bend for a delicious dinner.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) painted hills https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/6/vacation-photography Fri, 17 Jun 2022 12:15:00 GMT
The Man Who Changed the Universe https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/6/the-man-who-changed-the-universe Aguereberry Point Dawn 1Aguereberry Point Dawn 1

The Man Who Changed the Universe

The Hubble space telescope has brought us mesmerizing images of our universe. The most famous and awe-inspiring image is called Pillars of Creation.

Credits: NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA)

These five light-year long towering tendrils of cosmic dust and gas sit at the heart of the Eagle Nebula. They are part of an active star-forming region within the nebula and hide newborn stars in their wispy columns.

So, why is the telescope named Hubble?

Less than a century ago, many scientists believed there was just one galaxy, the Milky Way. All that changed on December 30th, 1924, when American astronomer Edwin Hubble announced he had evidence that the Milky Way galaxy was just one of many galaxies in an ever-expanding universe.

Today we estimate that there are over two trillion galaxies in the observable universe.

NASA felt that naming their Large Space Telescope project for Hubble was a fitting tribute to a man who forever changed our universe.

The Shot

This photograph was taken March 14th in Death Valley, California. I’ve described Aguereberry Point and the horrible “road” to get there in two previous Friday Photos. At an elevation of 6,433 feet, it is the best location to view sunrise in the park.

That is, if you don’t mind violating nearly every rule of your rental car agreement.

Jon Christofersen, Mike Loebach, and I arrived in the dark around 5 AM. We photographed the sky as the Milky Way was just beginning to fade in the pre-dawn light. Venus (between the left edge and the Milky Way) was so bright it looked like the moon to the camera. Mars was just below and to the right.

The sun to our east (and light pollution from Las Vegas 150 miles away) was starting to light up the eastern sky and a few clouds. We moved slightly to our right for a better foreground and waited for enough light to take a quality foreground image.

Between photographs, I was spellbound trying to wrap my head around the universe that Hubble described with over two trillion galaxies besides our own Milky Way.

Later, in Photoshop, I combined the sky from the first image and the foreground in the second image. It looked just like what I saw and celebrated that beautiful morning overlooking the majesty of Death Valley.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Aguereberry Point https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/6/the-man-who-changed-the-universe Fri, 10 Jun 2022 12:30:00 GMT
The Polish Side https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/6/the-polish-side

The Polish Side

My grandparents on my mom’s side of the family emigrated from Poland to Minneapolis, Minnesota for a better life. I have many fond memories of Polish food, Polish relative gatherings, and events at the Polish White Eagle club while growing up.

My mom (left side) circa 1928 with four of her five siblings

The only downside was trying to remember how to spell my mom’s last name (Majkrzak) on all those forms that asked for “Mother’s Maiden Name.” And by the way, you’ll never pronounce it correctly without help, unless YOU’RE Polish, too!

Little did I know that when I moved to Chicago in 1978, it had the second largest population of Poles after Warsaw!

Solidarity Drive

Chicago’s Solidarity Drive pays homage to Poland’s Lech Walesa, whose Solidarity movement freed Poland from Communist rule in 1989.

Solidarity Drive connects Lake Shore Drive to the Adler Planetarium. As you walk along the north side of Solidarity Drive, the views of the city skyline to the north and to the west are simply spectacular. There’s a stepped walkway around the planetarium that allows you to dip your toes in Lake Michigan. 

 

There’s also a statue of Thaddeus Kosciuszko, Polish hero of the American Revolution on the Drive. After arriving in America in 1776, Kosciuszko joined the Continental Army. A skilled engineer, he made significant contributions to the war by designing fortifications for several strategic locations including Philadelphia, West Point, and Saratoga. Kosciuszko later returned to Poland to lead his native military in a 1794 uprising.

The Shot

My hard-earned rule is to practice, practice, and practice some more before using a new piece of photo gear. Well, I violated my rule by not reviewing the camera settings for my new drone before heading downtown recently.

Accompanied by friends Jon Christofersen and Scott Fuller, we arrived about an hour before sunset to scout out locations near the Adler Planetarium. Jon and I were flying drones, and a composition looking down Solidarity Drive towards the city looked promising. And I liked the Polish connection.

The sky really cooperated, and I thought I had taken several nice photographs.

In reality, I mistakenly captured just two seconds of video footage.

This is a single low resolution video frame from that footage. While I can’t enlarge it and make a big print, it is large enough for social media and small screens.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Solidarity Drive https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/6/the-polish-side Fri, 03 Jun 2022 12:30:00 GMT
The Buttermilk Hills https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/5/the-buttermilk-hills Sunset in the Buttermilk HillsSunset in the Buttermilk Hills

Bishop, California

I recently returned from several days exploring California’s Owens Valley.

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This week, I’m talking about the Bishop, California area. Bishop is the largest town in the Valley.

In 1861, Samuel Addison Bishop arrived with his wife, several hired hands, a herd of 600 cattle, and 50 horses to settle in the Owens Valley. He established the San Francis Ranch, alongside a creek that still bears his name today (Bishop Creek).

Within a year, a few miles east of the ranch, the frontier settlement of Bishop Creek became a town and is today the City of Bishop.

It’s an area well worth visiting. The Bishop Visitor’s Center describes it as follows:

“Sweeping views. Big mountains. Fresh air. Sunshine. Burbling streams. Blossoming woodlands. Trails that weave through alpine forests and around sparkling blue lakes. Rivers and streams that create verdant paths down rocky canyons and across high-desert plains. Boulders that can be climbed. Waters that can be fished. A canopy of stars that shines at night, brighter than at almost any other accessible place on earth. Home to the planet’s oldest living things.”

It lives up to the hype as “Halfway between heaven and, well … heaven!”

If you go, stay at the Creekside Inn. Bishop Creek runs through the beautiful property. And it features dozens and dozens of photographs taken by the late Galen Rowell, often featuring the area around Bishop.

Former longtime news anchor Tom Brokaw described Galen as “creating photographs as timeless, as stunning, and as powerful as nature itself.”

 

Creekside Inn entry to the breakfast area with three Rowell photographs

The Buttermilk Hills

The Buttermilk Hills, just outside of Bishop, are a well-known bouldering destination. You’ll see groups of climbers in all seasons working their way up the rock formations.

The area is known for large "highball" boulders. They don’t match the rest of the rock found in the area because they were carried by glaciers from far away.

The Shot

Fellow photographers Jon Christofersen, Mike Loebach, and I were in Mike’s car headed for the Buttermilks. At first, it was a pleasant ride on the dirt road with groups of climbers on the rocks.

We pulled off on a very sketchy side road to reach our destination. It was so steep and bumpy that we were unable to make it to the top. Spinning tires and the sound of a bottoming out suspension almost made us give up.

Fortunately, a fellow photographer who could care less about Mike’s vehicle, hopped into the driver’s seat and tore up the hill, making it to the top. From there it was a 15-minute scramble to a solitary picturesque tree.

We waited until the sun was ready to set behind the mountain and took several shots. To get the correct framing, we were standing on top of a small boulder with our cameras as high as we could hold them over our heads.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Buttermilk Hills https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/5/the-buttermilk-hills Fri, 13 May 2022 14:00:00 GMT
Daffodils https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/5/daffodils

Daffodils

I enjoy photography much more when I’m out with friends. And last Friday was no exception. Friend and fellow photographer Sherry Snyder and I went to the Morton Arboretum in Lisle, Illinois.

The weather that morning didn’t look promising. That’s because April turned out to be tied for second gloomiest in Chicago history. Rain and overcast skies dominated the weather pattern.

We both struggled to find a way to capture spring at the Arboretum. Towards the end of our walk, we came across a field of daffodils. We felt incredibly lucky. Daffodils at their peak can be fleeting.

The Shot

Sherry set out to find an interesting black and white image using the clumps and lines of flowers. I focused on the striking yellow colors.

After about 45 minutes in the daffodils, we headed back to the car and home. It had been a wonderful time enjoying the gifts of nature at the Arb.

This photo seemed to best capture the fleeting nature of spring that I experienced that morning.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Daffodils https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/5/daffodils Fri, 13 May 2022 02:51:47 GMT
Hollywood Westerns Adventures https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/5/hollywood-westerns-adventures Alabama Hills SunriseAlabama Hills Sunrise

Hollywood Westerns Adventures

I recently returned from several days exploring California’s Owens Valley.

This week, I’m talking about the Lone Pine area.

How Many Westerns?

If the lead photo looks vaguely familiar, it should! Just west of the town of Lone Pine are the Alabama Hills. It was named after the Confederate ship, CSS Alabama, by prospectors who were sympathetic to the Confederate cause.

The Alabama Hills were the perfect silver screen backdrop for over 400 westerns made between 1919 and the 1960s.

The first known westerns filmed in the Alabama Hills are Water, Water Everywhere and Cupid, the Cowpuncher. Both were shot in 1919 and released in early 1920. Sadly, these films are lost. The oldest surviving film is The Round-Up (1920), starring Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle.

Other famous westerns filmed there include The Walking Hills, Yellow Sky, Springfield Rifle, The Violent Men, Bad Day at Black Rock, the Budd Boetticher/Randolph Scott "Ranown" cycle, How the West Was Won, Joe Kidd, and Django Unchained.

Nearly every major western actor of the 1930s, '40s, and '50s rode their horses in the hills. They include John Wayne, Gregory Peck, Gary Cooper, Gene Autry, Tom Mix, Randolph Scott, Robert Mitchum, William Boyd, Audie Murphy, and Roy Rogers.  

Between 1949 and the late ’60s, more than 100 western television shows were on the airwaves. Many of them were shot in the hills. The Gene Autry Show, The Lone Ranger, Bonanza, and Annie Oakley are among those shot in the hills.

Once cowboy fever passed, other movies started to be filmed in the area.  Blockbusters filmed here include Gladiator, Man of Steel, Iron Man, Tremors, Star Trek Generations, Disney’s Dinosaur, G.I. Joe, and Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.

The Museum

If you’re in Lone Pine, be sure and visit the Beverly and Jim Rogers Museum of Film History located in town.  The museum celebrates and preserves the diverse movie history of Lone Pine, Death Valley, and the Eastern Sierra.

Exhibits at the museum reflect the museum’s extensive collections and include early silent films, post-war films, science fiction and the many cowboy heroes who worked locally.

The Shot

This photograph is from my first trip to the Alabama Hills in 2009. It’s dawn and the low angle light of sunrise is painting the Sierra Nevada Mountains and Mount Whitney in brilliant orange alpenglow.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Alabama Hills https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/5/hollywood-westerns-adventures Sun, 01 May 2022 19:42:33 GMT
Owens Valley Adventures https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/4/owens-valley-adventures Eastern Sierra SunriseEastern Sierra Sunrise

Owens Valley Adventures

I recently returned from several days exploring California’s Owens Valley. Nestled between the 14,000-foot Sierra Nevada Mountains to the west and the White and Inyo Mountains to the east, it’s the deepest valley in the United States.

The indigenous name, Payahǖǖnadǖ, means "place of flowing water" after the 183-mile-long Owens River that flows through it. But the valley is in a “rain shadow” making it an arid environment. The river flows north to south terminating in what used to be Owens Lake.

The valley has some of the most breathtaking and iconic views of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It’s well worth the trip on US Highway 395 to see the sights.

Water Wars

Owens Valley provides water to the Los Angeles Aqueduct. One-third of Los Angeles’ water comes from here.  In the early 1900s, it was the epicenter of the California Water Wars.

That fight for water rights inspired parts of the 1974 movie Chinatown. Chinatown is set in 1937 Los Angeles. The movie portrays the manipulation of a critical municipal resource, water, by a cadre of shadowy oligarchs, as described by Wikipedia.

Owens Lake existed for over 800,000 years as a 108 square mile body of water. It was completely emptied by 1926, only 13 years after Los Angeles began diverting water. Now it’s a predominantly dusty, dry alkali flat at the southern end of the valley.

Towns in the Owens Valley include Mammoth Lakes, Bishop, Big Pine, Lone Pine, and Olancha.  About 25,000 people live in the valley.

The Shot

On the morning of March 10, I was with fellow photographers Mike Loebach and Jon Christofersen near Big Pine. Our entire 7-day trip, except for one sunrise and one sunset, was severely clear (a photographer’s nightmare).

This was NOT one of those two opportunities with good clouds. We hustled to set up in the predawn because the barely photogenic clouds in this picture dissipated within minutes of our arrival.

I liked the S-curve leading to the distant peak along with the sunrise light to the left. Once the sun started hitting the mountains, the show was over. We packed up and drove back to Big Pine for breakfast and a long overdue cup of hot coffee.

This photograph took several hours of work in Photoshop to create the mood I wanted to share. It would have taken weeks or months of return visits for the perfect conditions to materialize. I only had one morning.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Owens Valley https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/4/owens-valley-adventures Fri, 22 Apr 2022 12:15:00 GMT
Who’s Coming With Me Next Year? https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/4/who-s-coming-with-me-next-year

Who’s Coming With Me Next Year?

So, how many Friday Photo readers are interested in going with me to next year’s Villain Arts Tattoo Festival? As Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”

An experience doesn’t get much newer or much richer than the Tattoo Festival! Let me know if you’d like to join me for next year’s wild walk through the world of ink. Coming home with a tattoo is optional.

And if you do get some ink, think about how many of your friends would love to see you featured as the Friday Photo!

Thanks for looking,

Chuck Derus

https://cderus.zenfolio.com/

 

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[email protected] (Chuck Derus) Tattoo https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/4/who-s-coming-with-me-next-year Fri, 15 Apr 2022 12:30:00 GMT
Overcoming Fear https://cderus.zenfolio.com/blog/2022/4/overcoming-fear