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Thursday, September 17, 2015

The Fur and Feather Journals, Ch. 4, In Which I Confess How Out of Place I Am

In order to appreciate some of the things that happen on this trip, it's necessary to introduce and understand the people I am with.  They are all dedicated photographers.   For Ron, it’s his career, how he makes a living.

Until this trip, I had talked with Ron only two times.  The first time was at Tern Lake when he shot a photo of me kayaking in the lake and asked for a model release.   The second was when he hosted a photo tour of Antarctica at a venue in Seward, and I attended.   Unfortunately, I had trouble finding the room where he was speaking and showing his photographs, and arrived for only the last part.

Ron in the last rays of a setting sun.   Sometimes the scratched lens on my Cookpix point and shoot makes for an interesting photo.

I had a story to tell him:   I had boarded a flight somewhere in the world and overheard a couple talking about how seasick a number of passengers were on a Cheeseman tour of Antarctica.   I knew Ron was the photographer on that voyage and thought he'd enjoy the story.   He did, even mentioning it to me at Silver Salmon Creek.

Because of this trip, this is what I know about Ron:  He is like the Energizer Bunny after two shots of 5 Hour Energy, chased by a six-pack of Red Bull.   He never slows down.   He's always smiling--   witness the permanent smile lines radiating across his temples.

He's easy to be around, despite all that energy.  That constant smile pulls you in and you're comfortable, as if you're a long-time friend.   And, his enthusiasm is catchy.

He has a gift for photographic images that take your breath away.   He leads photography tours in Alaska, and Outside, and he always seems to be in the right place at the right time.

Ken and Andy

Others in our group, like Andy and Ken, also sell their photographic work.  Lynda’s business cards (Lynda Sanders Photography) are works of art in themselves.  

Gary is a surgeon, but also a photographer.   Kate is a retired city official from Flagstaff, and she has the equipment and knowledge of a pro.

Lynda at right, Gary, Ron, and Kate

Andy and Ken, with Kate at the end of the table

Rick, our bear guide, also is a professional photographer and leads photographic tours in Africa during the winter.   According to Ron, Rick has amazing stories to tell.

Ron at left with his white lens and Rick, neither of which are bothered by the noseeums flying around.

Kate, on the other hand, used her windbreaker to escape the bugs.

To these folks, cameras are a way of life.  In essence, they are pros; they produce works of art.   

They swoon over the esoteric subtleties of f stops, use memory cards large enough to double as dessert plates and that can hold maybe a dozen photos.   Their equipment is top notch, professional, and, occasionally, lethal-looking.   Except for the white lenses.   White lenses are neutral.

And, they shoot in RAW!   No, no, no, not naked.   They're fully clothed.

RAW is a file format that-- and believe that I'm relying on Google to write this description--basically gives the photographer more to work with.  RAW captures everything the camera sensor sees, whereas in JPEG, the format most of us amateurs use, the sensor information is compressed and fine details are thus lost.  

This is where those expensive, over-sized memory cards come into play, and because the files are so large, the card is quite limited in how many photos it can hold, whereas my 2GB cards will hold hundreds of snapshots.

There's much more to RAW than I can explain here  (or anywhere).   It's just infinitely better.   For me, I know it's out there and that's where it probably will stay.

L-R: Joanne (owner), the snapshot taker, Lynda, Andy, the resident bear, Ken, Gary, Kate, Rick, Michelle (editor of Alaska Magazine, and Ron

We're at the dining table when Ron asks about how I use my DSLR camera.   I had told him previously that I really didn't know much about it.  "I just do everything on automatic," I answer.   He talks with the others at the table, suggesting a programmed mode would be best for me.

"Do you mean set the camera on P?" I ask, broadcasting my ignorance to all within earshot.  There is an extended, polite silence, much like the one that occurred EARLIER when I said, "I take snapshots."

He asks to see my camera.   "Maybe sports?" I suggest, somewhat redeeming myself because he agrees that sports is a good setting for wildlife.

Something is tickling my brain, begging for recognition.   Instinct tells me it's an epiphany of sorts, but my RAM, my internal Random Access Memory, becomes more random with age and I can't complete the thought.   It will continue to nag me throughout the trip.

Right now, though, we're off and running to find our first bear.   Well, not running.   Never run from a bear.

Rick, The Snapshot Taker, and Ron.    Andy took this photo.

Oh, yeah.   Andy took this photo, too.


  1. Fun to see and fun to read about the other participants. I find that my 2GB memory chips are holding not hundreds of photos .. but thousands. I have the Nikon Coolpix set to I believe 2 megapixels. Andrej told me anything higher than that is lost in so far as internet uploading of photos goes. When I dropped from 16 down to 2 megapixels the storage capacity skyrocketed up. Great to see the group. I have been getting back channel e-mails from people thrilled you will be here with Patti and myself .. Smiles .. Cap and Patti ..

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    1. Did I miss completely Journal 4 .. My computer is going from Journal 3 up to Journal 5 .. It makes me crazy when a complete duplicate comment shows up. So I deleted it. You can completely erase it within your dashboard. Smiles .. Cap ..

  3. Nope. I mis-numbered it. I have a few chapters written and saved in Blogspot that are unnumbered. I decided to insert this one here rather than later where I'd originally planned for it to be. One of those midnight decisions that required more care than I gave it.

  4. Nice to "meet" all the people on your trip ... the enthusiasm for the photography shines through. Loved the last photo of the three of you from the neck down!! Smiles ... Patti