Tag: Eastern Sierra
One of the pleasures of hiking is taking in the little details along the trail, such as this small daisy-like flower with its cheerful purples and yellows.
Minarets Vista was a stone’s throw from our stay in Mammoth Lakes in August. Too lazy to get up at sunrise, ready to get there by sundown!
Sunset and sunrise are the hardest images to work on in post – contrast issues, color issues, detail issues. My own monitors vary in color quality – I have one that always veers to over-saturation, so I use the other to attempt to reach some semblance of what I saw / see (not see-saw, see?) or want to evoke. The colors on this monitor are more subdued and not overdone, but I always wonder if the results are any good. That’s the problem, I guess, with cheap monitors. And, I am too cheap to replace them . . .
The top of a mountain, surrounded by mountains; sunset comes quickly and the light gathers, flares, and fades away.
The Owens Valley has an interesting history. Essentially, Los Angeles, the city, took all its water for itself. It is also where the Manzanar Concentration Camp interred thousands of Japanese American citizens during the dark and scary days of World War II. While not the horrific camps of the German Nazis, these internment camps were still horrors in their own right, and a blight on America’s history of human rights.
There are just days when one’s evil side takes over . . .
and things just deteriorate all the way.
But it sure is damned fun!
Another view of Mono Lake take while hiking back from Parker Lake in the Eastern Sierras. This is a pano of about 20 images . . . but if you compare the sky in the upper left and upper right corners of the photo, you will notice serious color differentiations. The dividing line is the pine tree in the center, and then moving left (dark) to right (lighter).
I had my polarizer on the lens, but shifted it during the taking without realizing it. Problem! I think I’ll shoot next time without it. Still, I liked this well enough to post.
For what it’s worth, Josh and I went up Highway 395 to see what the Eastern Sierras has to hold. I’ve never been up there.
We decided to visit Bodie, the old silver-mining ghost town in the high desert of eastern California. It was amazing – not so much that it was a ghost town, but that at one point, it wasn’t a ghost town. The road in is about 13 miles long, the first 10 of which have been recently blacktopped, but the last 3 of which are gravel and washboard. We were there under a noonday sun.
Historically, about 5% of the original buildings remain, many of which had been destroyed by a fire sometime ago (1920s??). While it is rather desolate and barren, visiting and learning a bit of its history, you are amazed to see the civilization of an age past come to life.
Click on the images below for the slideshow!
When we visited Bodie, it was in the middle of the day; it was hot; there was no shade; we were thirsty. The high desert is a dry, and to many, a barren place. I wouldn’t say that – instead, I would say it is a spare land with a spare beauty. It isn’t lush and verdant, but it is aromatic and clean – the light is clean, the air is clean, and it shimmers and dances with subtleties. You just have to look.