More Old Friends

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The scanning of transparencies from the early 1980’s continues; it’s great to re-visit this stuff.  And, I continue to find images that I by-passed for printing back then.  I am not exactly too sure why that is, but perhaps it had something to do with being overly-picky about what I chose to print, given the complexity of the whole process.  But now, with the advent of Lightroom CC 5 and Photoshop CC 5, post-processing (everything that happens after the initial image is made) has certainly expanded my technical range of image-making.  Not to mention allowing me to render photographs in ways I never could before.

(You can view all the newly scanned images in the ‘Images‘ section of my blog.)

Noble Firs


Shopping for a Christmas tree?  Want to buy something that was sacrificed by being cut down, then use it for a few weeks and then toss it to the curb?  Well, if you are considering a NOBLE FIR, don’t assume it grew for a few years on a Christmas tree farm and was harvested while young.  Think again…

Yesterday, Dee Dee and I took a ride on the Harley up to Mt. St. Helen’s (to Johnston Observatory).  About 15 miles from the end of Highway 504, there are acres and acres and acres of noble firs.  Probably planted after the Mountain blew back in the early 1980’s, so they must be about 30 years old, or so.  And most were 30-50 feet high.  There we encountered an amazing, disturbing site.

We came across an area where almost every noble fir in sight – hundreds of them, had the top 10-15 feet whacked off.  Like someone had taken a giant pair of plant nippers to them.  Or a lawn mower.  And they were all destined for Christmas tree lots, because there were several big transport trailers parked for loading.  Off in the distance was a giant machine, obviously designed to make quick work of any tree it encountered.  When first seeing this, we both said simultaneously (in the helmet headsets), “Holy shit!  What the hell happened here?”  It was apparent that the carnage was just a few days old.

Sure, the trees will probably grow new tops (but will look like crap for the next several years.)  So much for positive visual aesthetics on the way to the Mountain.

So, when you visit that Christmas tree lot, to buy that dying tree, think about where it might have come from…