Anyone that grew up near dirt roads has a little rally driver in them. Or in my case it was snowy roads. Everytime it snowed, the drive to school was that much more fun. The funny part about it was that my first car, a ‘83 Volvo 240 Turbo stationwagon, only had one wheel drive. I’m not kidding–only the left, rear wheel had power go to it. I’m not sure it this was some type of cruel Swedish joke or if it had something to do with being rear ended at 40 mph. 1WD “allowed” it to spin really well to the right, but not to the left! This car also had no windshield defroster, so I had to drive with my windows down…in Montana…in the winter. This actually didn’t bother me, since you were fine as long as you bundled up before you left and you ALWAYS bundle up when the high is 0. This attitude changed one night when a snowplow passed me… After I spit out a couple ice chunks, I discovered about a foot of snow on my lap. But, I didn’t stop! I drove that snowbank all the way home.
Anyway, I found myself down in Hood River for the Oregon Trail Rally last weekend. And while I have slide my car though a turns out on a few Montana farm roads, these guys do it at 60 mph with a 500 cliff on one slide and a really hard tree on the other.
Shooting baseball is pretty difficult (for me at least). Not because the action is too fast. But I get lulled into a sort-of numb state between bursts of action. Anyway, here are a couple shots from my more with-it moments.
Despite living in Seattle for the last 9 months, I had yet to visit Gasworks Park. And while the steel remnants of another time are fascinating the view of Seattle across Lake Union is unbeatable. I captured this about 15 minutes after the sun sank below the horizon.
Inspired by watching the moon set from my desk every morning last week (yes, you read that right) I decided to photograph the flip slide of this monthly occurrence. For some reason I was battling serious lens flare, but for this shot it all came together. It was a frigid night, which seemed to quiet the beavers that call the wetlands underneath 520 home.
Chester is my mom’s Newfoundland and loves the snow. This past weekend his dreams came true and more than 12 inches of new snow fell on Bozeman, MT. Chester took full advantage of the ideal romping conditions.
