The clouds and godbeams late one afternoon in Monument Valley along what is frequently called the Forrest Gump Highway were a spectacular introduction to the wonders of that incredible place. The monsoons bring the clouds. The sun peeking through the clouds creates the godbeams. These angry Monsoon skies punctuate the landscape. The godbeams were most visible over a rolling hillside, not over the mittens, spires, and buttes which are just out of view to the left.
Baby birds are always adorable but this branchling Northern Pygmy Owl is just too cute. We spent several hours one afternoon this past July watching and photographing this little one and its sibling in a wooded area just up the road from Santa Rita Lodge near the Madera Canyon Picnic Area in Arizona. We observed them for several hours. What an experience to witness these small owls take their first uncertain steps onto the branches and to finally fledge and fly. The first flight attempts for each of the tiny owls ended in their dangling upside down from twigs or wire fences but they managed to free themselves and find the security of a branch to sit on. Finally, the parent Northern Pygmy Owls arrived to check on their offspring and to feed them a large lizard the father brought.
One of the few birds I photographed in Oregon last week was the Flying Eagle Hood Ornament that adorned 1932 Pontiac 8 cylinder vehicles including the one on display at the Western Antique Airplane and Automobile Museum (WAAAM) in Hood River, OR. My research about the hood ornament indicates this particular ornament is rare; Pontiac used the eagle for only one year and model. It was designed by William Schnell and it is zinc die cast with chrome plating. What struck me was the eagle’s eye. From some angles, the eye appears to be a glass inset but on closer inspection, I believe that is just an optical illusion. Still, it is an elegant, eye-catching hood ornament.
The Spruce Goose, Howard Hughes’ H-4 Flying Boat is built entirely of wood, although the wood is birch, not spruce. It is the largest wooden airplane ever constructed, and it was flown only one time on November 2, 1947, with Howard Hughes at the controls. The unannounced flight took place in Long Beach, CA during a taxi test and it flew at an altitude of 70 feet for about a minute traveling about a mile. The gigantic airplane is now on display at the Evergreen Aviation & Space Museum in McMinnville, Oregon. A whiskey colored fedora, like the one Howard Hughes wore on this one and only flight of the Spruce Goose, is on display in the cockpit, directly behind the pilot’s seat. But Howard has left the cockpit.
I call it Beach Panning. It’s one of my favorite ways to photograph birds, laying prone on the wet sandy beach with my telephoto lens trained on a Dunlin or Sanderling or other small shorebird. There’s nothing like it. Except when there are no birds to photograph. Last week, instead of the Beach Panning I had anticipated, I was panning the beach for birds. It was shocking to see the satellite maps showing the density of bird migrations in real time with no birds on the West Coast or the East Coast. At least the Central Flyway was filled with birds. We saw fewer than a dozen shorebirds in a week on the Oregon Coast and those birds were not on an ocean shore. This shot, taken just south of the Devil’s Punch Bowl is devoid of birds. There are a couple of people in the foggy distance.
The ponds at the Lincoln City Water Treatment Plant were Plan C in our search for birds on the Oregon Coast. We did find a couple of species of ducks there but for most of the morning, the ducks were barely visible through the dense fog and the pair of Belted Kingfishers were vocal but unseen. As I peered around, looking for birds, Moose reminded me that there are other things to photograph besides birds. Knowing that I love to photograph little things that strike my fancy, Moose pointed out that some of the grass blades at the edge of the pond had formed drops from the fog. My Nikkor 500mm PF lens with the 1.4X Teleconverter and high speed crop gave me 1050mm so I was able to focus in on the droplets that had formed on the single blade of grass at the edge of the pond. The foggy mist gave the scene an ethereal look.
When I walked around to the back of the 1923 Locomobile Model 48 Sportif on display at the Western Antique Airplane and Automobile Museum (WAAAM) in Hood River, Oregon, I was literally stopped in my tracks. I had never seen a brake light on an automobile like this. The Locomobile was a luxury car in its time. I’m not sure how the hand signals were lit but the design is certainly eye catching. I consider this 1923 Locomobile an antique. But the museum also houses newer vehicles which I’m not quite ready to consider in the antique category including a 1969 Chevy Camero which is the same year and similar body style to my first new car, a 1969 Pontiac Firebird. How can that be an antique?
This is a classic view of Multnomah Falls located on Multnomah Creek in the Columbia River Gorge. On the way to Hood River, OR, this spectacular, scenic waterfall is literally just off the highway.
It goes by many names. Some call it a “gaping sinkhole,” the “drainpipe of the Pacific” even a “gate to hell.” But its official name is Thor’s Well. It is a stunning and treacherous feature of the Oregon Coast located in the Cape Perpetua Scenic Area in Siuslaw National Forest. In the absence of our primary target, migrating shore birds, we were still able to fill our days with photographic challenges including this scenic wonder. At high tide, the waves fill the hole from beneath, bubble through to the top and burst out the hole only to fall back in, appearing to fill and drain in an endless loop. The challenge for me was getting out to Thor’s Well. Inching my way across the barnacle encrusted rocks with Moose’s, Jerry’s, and Eric’s help, I finally realized that my boots were water proof and that I cold actually negotiate the rocks and the shallow puddles. I drew the line at climbing atop the rocky outcrop seen in the lower right of this image. But I did sit on a barnacle encrusted ledge on its edge. The waves surrounded the outcropping a few times while we were out there. It’s definitely a must-see on the Oregon Coast.
It was foggy on our third morning in Lincoln City, OR. Until late yesterday morning, we still hadn’t found any shore birds until we happened across a few Least Sandpipers on the side of the road along the Siletz River. It is puzzling and a little alarming to find virtually no birds here. We should be seeing a huge number of migrating shore birds. Even the water fowl and gulls are scarce. Where are the birds? In the mean time, we’re still finding interesting photographic subjects, like this fir growing out of the top of a small intertidal rock in Siletz Bay. The fog persisted in patches throughout the day.