July 23, 2013
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Do you ever wonder what happens to your brain’s memories. While thinning out some pictures (nice way of saying deleting) I came across this one. As soon as I saw it I was overloaded with a memory. I remember all the details from arrival to departure at this location. I stood there just absorbing the beauty. There were people everywhere and no hope of getting any type of shot. So I walked past the rock wall and turned right. Had to stop and think for a second. It was narrow and Very steep as in trip and you would become the bowling ball knocking everyone down. I slowly started down the 1 1/2 body wide path. Half way down I had a decision to make. Either stay on a level high plane with no place to extend my tripod or choose the steeeeeppppeeerrrr one foot in front of the other half body path made only for serious photographers. It was a no brainer, or lack of brains that I took this path. This was a very slow descent to the waters edge. I did a marvelous job considering my center of gravity has changed over the last umpteen years. I set up and took a few pictures. Ugh! After reviewing, it wasn’t what I expected.
I took a look back up the trail. Had to ask myself what was I thinking when I made the decision to come down. After reviewing in my mind the best way to go back up, I picked up my tripod with camera and started up the trail. It was very slow but progressing. Half way up my right foot forgot the progressing part of the plan. It failed to lift high enough and hooked on a rock. Kind of like trying to step over a branch but your foot catches it and your body goes forward with or without your foot. It happened in a flash. I was down, hard and solid. Did my camera/lens pick some soft dirt to land on. Noooo! It found a nice hard rock. So there I am laying on this incline looking at my camera/lens. I stayed calm, kept all words that wanted out in cheek. After breathing in and out in and out several times I started back up the path. Finally got off the lack of brains trail and back to the top. My wife asked if my foot was ok. Sure, ask about my foot, don’t ask about me.
My Nikon 14-24 f/2.8 lens no longer would zoom. With my lips sealed I walked back to the car and took out my back up lens. I attached it to my D300s and set it on a tripod. Took some random photos and all checked out good. Before I took the last photo all the people had miraculously moved out of the view. This is how I got the shot.
I can vividly remember all the details including the Nikon repair bill for $750, but for the life of me I can’t remember the name and location of the lake.
Nikon D300s, 17-55mm, f/16, 1/80, EV -1.33, ISO 200