Week...Let's Stop Counting

It's been a long time since my last entry. A really long time. A lot has happened in my life during the interim, but it's great to get back outside with my camera.

I lost my job in November. To be honest, I was lucky to land a job straight out of school in this economy, so getting laid off after seven months wasn't too bad. I had already established my own LLC, so I went right back to work. After floating myself along for another four months or so an awesome opportunity popped up and I'm once again gainfully employed. Though the expression really makes me wonder just exactly what I'm gaining. Anyway...

I hope you enjoy this latest entry. I was really happy to get outside on two uncharacteristically warm days in mid February. This is a glimpse of the Potomac River in Great Falls National Park. Jon and I managed to get out there at dawn twice within a few days, and the effort payed off. We spotted tons of Bufflehead ducks (smallest diving duck in North America), more deer than you could possibly want to see, and even a couple of hawks. The Downy Woodpeckers were still around digging in the trees, and some Canadian Geese decided to pause for a submerged snack.

Now that I have a job I expect I'll be doing these entries a lot more often. My office is awesome, but I still haven't earned 'window' status.

Week 18?

When it's 35 degrees outside, biking into Rock Creek feels more like an excursion than an leisurely afternoon. I was wearing four layers on top, sweatpants under my jeans, and two pair of gloves.

This week I discovered how much easier it is to film the birds when there are no leaves. After listening to their calls for several minutes, I spotted two woodpeckers that decided to stick around long enough for me to grab a few shots. The first, a Downy Woodpecker, can be found across the US from Alaska to Florida. In fact, it's range extends into all 50 states! The second, a Red-bellied Woodpecker, is found only in the eastern US and uses its two inch tongue to feed on insects hiding under tree bark. Ice is starting to form on the creek itself and the familiar mallards are nowhere to be found. It's about time the weather decided to take a look at the calendar; it was so cold my toes were numb by the time I got back to Mt Pleasant.

Next time I'll have to remember the wool socks.

Operation Mountain Fury

When it's 4 am and you wake up sealed so tightly inside a sleeping bag that you can't find the opening you just have to wonder, "Who thought this was a good idea?"

I'd compare cold weather camping to pledging a fraternity (especially when you go out there with a group of eight guys). You're proud you made it through, but it's the most fun you never want to have again. Except if you're crazy like us and you enjoy these kinds of things.

Last weekend included a refreshing sixty hours spent out in the mountains of West Virginia. The Monongahela is a federally protected forest encompassing over 900,000 acres of woodlands in the eastern region of the state. It's an absolutely stunning landscape, even with most of the leaves already on the ground. Rhododendron, which curiously still clung to their foliage, sprawled out across the sides of steep valleys while small cricks tumbled down the slopes.

Our group of mountaineers, composed primarily of competitive runners, made very poor time through the woods. And I’m not talking about ouch-I-have-a-blister slow, I’m talking about mommy-can-you-carry-my-backpack slow. It took us all day to cover eight miles; just for the record, through hikers can cover more than twenty-five. It was still good fun, especially when it came to crossing the river. With no bridges to speak of we were forced to fabricate a stone walkway (and we wonder why we made such bad time).

After a long day of hiking in the cold it’s absolutely amazing how comforting a bag of dehydrated food can be. We huddled around the fire sharing stories of loved (and hated) ones while trying to fight off the chills. I was so reluctant to retreat from the fire that I fell asleep right there next to the ring a few times before resigning myself to another frigid night in the tent.

It was an epic weekend of campfires, hatchets, and testosterone, and this adventurer can't wait for the next trip. There’s only one thing I’d do differently next time: remember the hot chocolate mix.

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Week...12?

It's been too long. Life through me for a loop there, and it's taken me a little while to get settled again. Here's a long overdue entry. Went for something a little different here, seeing as I broke the routine already anyway.

Week 4

I learned a very valuable lesson about wildlife filming this week: sometimes you'll go out there with the best plan in the world and you'll still come back empty handed. That's why this week's entry required two hikes through the park; hike number one was a complete bust. I borrowed the 400mm prime from work and thought, "Wow, I'm going to get some great shots of the birds this week." But despite my patient waiting (I stood in one place for an hour without making noise) the birds never showed. So goes the life of a wildlife cameraman I suppose. Hope you enjoy this week; it's the first time I've used my new H4N to capture natural sound and mix it into the video.

Music by Patrick Canavan

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Week 3

So I realize that I'm late with this entry, but I think it was worth the extra time. This week's entry is a special edition! I took the weekend to head up north to Bethlehem PA and go diving at Dutch Springs Quarry, and I was able to take the 5D and Aquatica housing from work (thanks so much Nick!)! After a four hour car ride (thanks JC for the car) I crashed at Andrew's house before meeting up with my dad and younger brother at the quarry the following morning. I won't say too much about the experience, other than it was one of the most exciting weekends I've had in a long time, because I think that the video and photos speak for themselves. Enjoy!

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Week 2

When my alarm went off at 4:45 AM, it took me more than a few seconds to realize what was happening, but before I knew it I was cruising down Park Road towards the southern tip of the park. I couldn't wait to get out there for my first dawn shoot; turns out I was so excited that I got there about an hour early. The "apparent sunrise" was definitely not very apparent within the park, so I was forced to use a flashlight for a while.

It wasn't too long until the thunder began to rumble, which made me really nervous as I was using a friend's 7D (thanks again JC, I'll get my own soon). I got to my bike, took a quick glance at the map and took off towards Connecticut Ave, and not a moment too soon. Just as I cleared the hill up Porter Street the skies opened up and I ducked into the Cleveland Park Metro Station to hitch a ride to work.

Music by Patrick Canavan

(Sorry, no pictures this week)