This is why you have to set the alarm to 4-something and get up out of your warm sleeping bag and get out there! It’s called Sweet Light and it is always a sight for the eyes and makes the heart giddy – or is that the sleep depravation? Either way, it’s well worth waking for, even after a late night of cold-adult-beverages and the company of good friends. Hell, you can sleep during the day when the light sucks! and if you’re a little slow (aka. hungover), there’s nothing like the Sweet Light to lift you up.
We camped at Oh Ridge Campground for a couple nights which is the perfect place to stay to shoot at Mono Lake. It overlooks the scenic June Lake and is a 20 minute drive from the campsite to the parking area at the State Natural Reserve along the north shore of Mono Lake.
I went down three times to this area over the couple days and walked away every time with shots I was happy with. Sure, I was lucky with the stormy skies, but even with clear skies, I think you could make some compositions work here – it’s just that interesting of a place! This image is looking west with the sunrise at my back. Most of my efforts of late have been with a black and white aesthetic, but for this 10 minute period, it was impossible to ignore the color version of this amazing scene.
In 1859 William (a.k.a. Waterman) S. Bodey discovered gold near what is now called Bodie Bluff. A mill was established in 1861 and the town began to grow. It started with about 20 miners and grew to an estimated 10,000 people by 1880! By that time, the town of Bodie bustled with families, robbers, miners, store owners, gunfighters and prostitutes of all kinds. At one time there was reported to be 65 saloons in town. Amongst the saloons were numerous brothels and ‘houses of ill repute’, gambling halls and opium dens. Needless to say that there was entertainment for every taste.
After a long day working the claims, the miners would head for the bars and the red light district to spend their earnings. The mixture of money, gold and alcohol would often prove fatal. It is said that there was a man killed every day in Bodie. Presumably, the undertaker never had a slow day.
There are records that say that William Body took a ship from New York, around the horn to end up in San Francisco. The name of the town was changed at some point in time, before the majority of the people made their way to Bodie. There are different stories as to why – one says it was to keep the correct pronunciation of town’s namesake. Another says that the sign painter didn’t have the room for the tail of the lower-case “y”.
There’s a story about a little girl whose family moved from San Francisco to Bodie. She wrote “Goodbye God, I’m going to Bodie”.
(above written on Bodie.com)
An average of one murder a day!? What a wild place! Was the church empty or was it a safe haven and packed with those seeking refuge from the dangerous streets of drunken greedy miners? Perhaps Sundays the church pews would fill with those seeking forgiveness from the prior weeks blurred late nights of gambling, drinking and violence. In any matter, I was most intrigued by the church in this old ghost town of the wild west. As my mind often works with making images, I wanted to make a time exposure in hopes of getting some movement in the clouds – and therefore a further dynamic to the image. Once I put on the dark filter and started my 60 second exposures, I realized the possibility of achieving the “ghost affect” with the other tourists visiting Bodie. Then, of course, it clicked! How perfect to try and have a ghost-like affect in a ghost town!
I have just returned from an EPIC trip up the Eastern Sierra’s to Yosemite and back. It was an amazing trip and perhaps one of my more successful photographic trips. The first couple of days offered clear skies and then we were lucky with striking (literally) thunderclouds and stormy weather the rest of the week. I climbed Half Dome early in the week with a couple of friends. What an experience! It took us 11 hours to get up to the top and back down and was approximately 18 miles with 4800′ of elevation gain. I’ll post more images from this trip in the coming weeks.
We had a group site at Hodgdon Meadow and there were a good number of family and friends there in Yosemite for the 4 nights. This image was while spending the day running around with my parents, showing them what it is I do. It was a kick and both of them took to “the chase”, especially my mom who I am convinced is a closet storm-chaser! When we were amongst the lightning and hail, she was hootin’ and hollerin’.
We stopped here because we saw a bolt of lightning over Half Dome. I got so excited already visualizing a final image with Half Dome, storm clouds and a lightning bolt! I tried for nearly an hour with one 60 second exposure after another but never had saw another bolt. I was happy with this capture, but man did I want that strike!
Several days later, while at Mono Lake (images coming soon) I was fortunate to catch a strike during my exposure, only to discover that it didn’t register through the 10-stop dark filter. Well, check that off as a learning experience – I had no idea that that would happen! I guess I’ll have to buy one of those expensive lightning-strobe-thingies to attach to my camera so I can get the lightning next time…how else do you catch it in the daytime!?
You become things, you become an atmosphere, and if you become it, which means you incorporate it within you, you can also give it back. You can put this feeling into a picture. A painter can do it. And a musician can do it and I think a photographer can do that too and that I would call the dreaming with open eyes. -ernst haas