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Mossy Grotto Falls · Ruckel Creek · Columbia River Gorge · Bonneville · Oregon · USA
Exceptionally low flow on Ruckel Creek brought a rare opportunity for a long-coveted reflection shot of the falls, lending added serenity to the verdant glen of Mossy Grotto Falls.
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The forest has been kind to me this year. Each time I’ve gone to the rainforest, I’ve come back with at least a keeper. The coast on the other hand, hasn’t played along so well.
Every process has a beginning, a middle and an end. Each part of the process, has three parts as well: the beginning of the beginning, the middle of the beginning, the end of the beginning, and so on.
The middle in any process, is The Great Divide. That part where the beginning and the enthusiasm related to getting going is long gone, and the end is still too far away. This is where processes either derail, or gain momentum and flourish. Whatever the case, the energy required to move along comes from within us.
On this particular shooting excursion, I had hit the middle the day before. I felt tired, grumpy, filthy (hadn’t showered in several days). I had no desire to shoot, explore, etc. Nothing! The strategy employed when this happened, was to simply chill, don’t force things and simply observe and let go.
The following morning, which is when this photograph was made, my energy was back up again, and I was ready to open myself to observing again. And it didn’t take long to found this scene.
The way the hanging moss on the trees gets lit by the rising sun, makes them seem like they are lit by electricity. The bed of clover on the ground compliments the entire frame rather nicely!
Let me know what you think, ok!
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Anyways, we shot up here for a few hours and I wanted to check out Elowah. I hadn’t been there in 2-3 years, so it was time for a visit. By the time I was at dip down point, it was roughly 12pm/ The light was horrid, HOWEVER clouds were throwing me a bone and masking the sun, if for only 45 seconds at a time.
I got down to the creek, a bit downstream from the main spot where a lot of people shoot this falls. I didn’t like what I was seeing, and was contemplating just leaving. No point in taking photos I will never use or do anything with. If I want “memory photos”, that is what my phone is for 🙂
So i took a single image, just to see what time it was. Brian and I were going to meet at the truck at 1pm or so, and the time was 12:20ish, so I had some time to play. As I was walking creekside, I slipped on a rock, and had a helping full of boulder. My camera and lens went flying (tripod mounted and no lens cap on, how I roll), and I new right away my shoulder was dislocated.
I tried to get it back into socket – even pulling a Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon 4 – where Jet Li works him on the pier. The power of movie magic. It didn’t work for me. So here I am creek side with one good arm to use, and in pain. I tore an ACL totally off years ago, and worked through that pain (horrible pain), but this was 10 times worse. Remember I am down about 20-30 feet from the trail, down a boot path.
When I went to put the camera in my bag, the memory card door was open, and I thought it was toast. Nope. This thing is like a timex. Takes a licking and keeps on clicking. The lens hood isn’t pretty and has marks on the hood, but still works as new.
So after maybe 20 minutes of mustering up the strength to crawl out of here, I get up to the trail. I looked like I was one of the actors from Michael Jackson’s Thriller video. I was walking hunched over with my right hand almost dragging the ground. By chance, when I got to the fork in the trail, I saw Brian. By this time, I was in bad shape. Luckily there were some of the nicest people helping out. On my way down, when I would let people pass me on the trail (coming the opposite way – hiking ettiquete :)), I would give a friendly hello. No ONE said anything to me. Kinda weird.
So after 5 hours of my shoulder being dislocated, they had to put me under to get it back into socket. Crazy. I am afraid to see the Dr. bill. Ofcourse I think the place I went to was out of network, but whatever. The Emergency Room crew was by far the nicest people I have ever met. If you live on the west side of the Portland Metro area, the new Hillsboro Keizer hospital is the place to go!
anyways, I may be out of commission for a while. I fractured my shoulder in 2 spots and may need surgery. Out of all the crazy adventures and risks I have taken, I injure my self at F%$king Elowah. 🙂
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