tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58643467712677971522024-03-13T22:09:54.960-07:00Fine Art of PhotographyJack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-80791141161023282262017-03-26T10:04:00.002-07:002017-03-26T10:11:51.946-07:00<h3>
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This image was made during the fall of 2015 in SW Utah. It was one of three parks that we visited on this trip, but the park we enjoyed the most was Capital Reef because it was the least crowded. Zion was packed with vehicles and it was very difficult to find a place to pull over unless you left early in the morning before sunrise. Once in a continuous line of traffic, you had to stay there until you were lucky enough to find a parking spot. Otherwise, it became a drive through. That is not the way I like to enjoy the scenery. </h4>
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Bryce was much better, and we had more than enough space to walk and view the dramatic erosional features. Capital Reef was more to our liking, and we'll be quick to go back for a second viewing this coming fall. The erosional features in these three parks are dramatically different. But this is typical of Utah. The landscape changes fast as you travel along. </h4>
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A couple of people fishing in one of the small ponds at Ridgway State Park, just 15 minutes south of us. Looking forward to when they stock the pond this Spring!Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-74842382523531420822016-07-08T14:20:00.000-07:002017-03-27T13:58:36.573-07:00JACK JEFFERS FINE ART PHOTOGRAPHER <h2>
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<b>This blog has been around for a spell and has a total of about 225 images posted. These images include a number of my original silver prints from the late sixties until I retired from film and printmaking in 2005. I then decided to give digital a shot. Well, I'm still adding to my digital collection at age 83 and quite a number of my new digital images are included in this blog. If I have a legacy, it will be my Appalachian Collection</b>. <br />
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<b>Mountain Man was my first major award winner. It was the first photograph to take a best-in-show in an all-media juried art show. That statement was made in the Richmond Times Dispatch in 1972. This win opened the doors for photographers in multi media art shows. </b></div>
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<b>The second image was made after my wife and I moved west to Wyoming in 1997. It is a "silver and oil." original. I made a series of these which became known as my Wyoming Outback. All of my originals were short edition originals. </b></div>
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<b>There is a lot more to my story, but this is enough to fill you in on some of my contributions to the art world. </b></div>
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I published two books over the years, but the first was a grand success, thanks to the Washington Post. This feature story appeared in the Sunday edition in the Panorama section. It resulted in the sale of nine thousand books which got me going as a working artist. The complete story is recorded in the blog dated 9-5-ll. Check it out, it gives some details about how to order a copy of book number two, APPALACHIAN BYWAYS. </b><br />
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<b>I have held on to a number of copies since it was printed in 1984.</b>
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<b>Before we left Virginia in 1997, I donated over a hundred of my framed originals to the Virginia Historical Society in Richmond, VA. Their lovely building is right next door to the Virginia Museum of Fine Art. Because of my subject matter, my work fits in much better right where it is stored. Several years ago they displayed my art in a major</b><b> exhibition that drew a record number of viewers; so many, in fact, the museum extended the show by several additional months. The image above was made by one of the museum staff.</b></div>
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<b>Since then, I have donated two more large collections; one to Appalachian State University in Boone North Carolina, and the second to Radford University in Radford, VA. Again, I chose an academic atmosphere which allows more exposure to the general public. And I know that all of my silver sulfide originals</b><b> will be well taken care of for future generations to enjoy.</b></div>
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<b>I must also mention a smaller collection which went to Eastman Kodak back in the early eighties. They ended up publishing an eight-page feature article from the Appalachian Collection in their company magazine. It was a first class presentation and was titled <i>An Interview with Jack Jeffers.</i></b><br />
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<b>They also purchased all of the originals that were used in the publication. That also made my day.</b></div>
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<b>This image was made several months ago near the foot of the San Juan Range in SW Colorado. </b><br />
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<b> So much to see, and so close to home. Posted July 25,2016 </b><br />
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<b>Several miles north of Montrose, Colorado are the Adobe Hills. This is all BLM land, but it is open to the public. Just don't make the mistake of going in and getting caught in a sudden rain storm. If that happens you are stuck. This stuff is like kitty litter. If it gets wet it turns into instant goop. Having said that, here is a typical desert setting. Juniper trees in the SW Desert. And yes, take ample drinking water for your day in the desert. </b><br />
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<strong>This is yours truly, the photographer, standing in what we call our back yard. We live at about seven thousand feet and have a grand view of the Cimarron Range to the east and the San Juan's to the south. This is a more up-to-date photograph of the artist in his own natural environment. It's nothing but us and the critters. Peace and quiet with all the outdoor amenities we need. </strong><br />
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<strong>In the background is about a third of our woodpile which was cut right here within a hundred yards of the house. Someone recently asked me what sort of chain saw I used to saw up all this wood. I had to chuckle and showed him my 21 inch bow saw. I also have a twenty four inch which gives me another option for the larger logs. It was all sawed by hand, the old fashioned way. No noise and little chance of having an accident. I enjoy cutting wood, and consider it to be healthy exercise. Besides, it's fun. </strong><br />
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<strong>I am almost to the point of being able to say that I am eighty-two years old, and I still enjoy my wanderings with the camera and dogs. Some of my images find their way to this blog, with short essays about the image and where they were made. Feel free to enjoy some of my art work. Some of it goes back at least fifty-five years when film was considered the king of photography. </strong><br />
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<span style="color: black;">To visit my web site and pick up a lot of other good stuff, do a Google search for: jeffersfineart.com</span><br />
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I was preparing to watch a rather rare eclipse of the moon. Blood moon. Red moon. But what I ended up photographing was the moon as it just peeked over Storm King Mountain which is directly across from our back patio. It is a good thing that I was set up with a tripod or I would have missed this preliminary event to the actual eclipse. I could see the light from the moon just moments prior to it's appearance over Storm King Mountain. And it was evident that it would appear directly in line with a noticeable notch in the mountain ridge. Perfect! All I had to do was make the exposure just as it was in the process of rising into the evening sky. I made five exposures, and this was the best, because the mountain ridge actually shows in the image. You could not see the ridge in the rest of the exposures. This was it. One exposure, and one beautifully striking image. Being in the right spot at the right time was critical. This was the "decisive" moment. <br />
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<strong>Last Wednesday, I took to the high country to check out the color change. This would be to the east of Montrose and up a Forest Service road just beyond Cimarron, CO. From here you go back into the mountains and soak up the fresh air and fall color. </strong><br />
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<strong>I was a bit early, but there was more than enough color change to go around. This is but one image of several dozen which I took home with me. From our place along the Uncompahgre Plateau, this is a circular loop of about ninety miles and that makes for a real nice day's outing. Lots of time for photography and other outdoor activities. </strong><br />
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<strong>The height of color in the high country is supposed to be today, but I plan to go out again tomorrow when the mass of humanity have returned to their more normal routines. I dislike crowds and dust so I will always opt for a time when the masses are thin or nonexistent. </strong><br />
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<strong>A couple of weeks ago we were sitting beside a campfire enjoying the peace and quiet of Ridgway State Park in southwest Colorado. </strong><br />
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<strong>As the sun set, a cloud formation started to form over the Cimarron range to the east of us. Then it put on quite a show as the colors started to change rapidly. This was one of the most spectacular sunsets that we have seen in this part of the country. </strong><br />
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<strong>On the first of May 2015, we headed out to explore some of the National Parks and Monuments of eastern Utah. Capital Reef was number one on our list. And, in our opinion, it was the best that Utah had to offer. The weather was mixed, and lovely clouds were plentiful. During our four days in and about the park, we captured a number of fine images and there was always a nice sky and perfect lighting to add that final touch to the image. </strong><br />
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<strong>For two years, I drove by this old truck parked in a neighbor's yard. At first, there was a shaggy dog hanging out the window, and then later on, this colorful bear showed up. I could not let this opportunity pass me by without making a photograph. The background was great, and all the elements came together nicely. I simply waited for a bright cloudy morning and captured this image. </strong><br />
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This was one of my early camping trips with my son John. At the time, I had my 16-foot home-made kayak and we had many fine lake and river trips during his early years. <br />
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<strong>This image was made during the summer of 1975 near the small village of Reedville, VA. It was a part of my Chesapeake documentary, and it is one of several old menhaden boats that had been grounded in one of the creeks along the bay. </strong><br />
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<strong>You can barely make out the name of the old vessel, but if you look closely you might spot the words FIRE ISLAND. Shortly after I completed this documentary, the state of Virginia came in and tore them all up and burned the pile of old timber. As far as I know, this is probably the only documentary ever made of these old work boats. </strong><br />
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<strong>I just recently donated what was left of this collection to the art gallery at Radford University. In addition, they will also receive what is left of my Appalachian and Western Collection. There comes a time in life when one must find a good home for their life's work. And Radford is just one of several recipients of my silver images. </strong><br />
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About the first of October we--my wife, including our two dogs and Ringo the cat, took off with our small, but comfortable new trailer to explore western Utah. Our primary objectives were Bryce and Zion Canyons. Pat had never visited western Utah so this would be a first for the two of us. <br />
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The scenery was fantastic, but the crowds were equal to rush hour in a large city. In the DC area, it would be referred to as grid-lock. Zion was the worst because of the narrow roads and tunnels which were built for traveling during the nineteen twenties. But we managed to see a few of the sights, but finding an empty pull-off was next to impossible unless you went in early in the morning; like about sunup. It's easy to get stuck in an endless line of traffic going through that park during most of the more popular hours for photography. Ten to three were the worst, we were told.<br />
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They use buses to shuttle people in and out of the lower areas, and Pat took that option and enjoyed the trip in and out. I stayed back in the campground that day because I don't do well with large crowds. I did, however, manage to capture enough photographs to make the trip worthwhile. And the overall experience was positive despite the mass of humanity. I would just never go back unless it was during the cold winter months. The cold months is the time to photograph Zion.<br />
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I don't think I've ever seen so many people with cameras in all my life. Still, you actually had room to set up a tripod, although a time or two, I had to wait for the crowds to move a bit. We both left this park with many lovely images, including the one shown above. <br />
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I had one real nice couple walk over to me and ask if I would "take" their picture showing the background of Bryce. I'm not used to this, but I joked about it a bit; like asking if this was the button I was to push. I am not used to using these little pocket-size cameras, but considering their size, they make excellent high quality images. Totally unlike the old days. <br />
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After leaving Bryce, and having spent two days in the park, we headed east on a scenic byway, and this is when things really opened up. The crowds were slim and far between, and that gave us a chance to really get close to Mother Nature. This was actually the best part of the trip, and we visited sites off the beaten trail and enjoyed the many small villages along the way. And yes, there were canyons and cliffs most everywhere you looked. In fact, we enjoyed this last section of the trip so much that we are already talking about going back in the spring and picking up where we left off, and then working our way back through the southeastern part of the state.<br />
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The next image that will show up on my blog is of an erosional feature made in Devil's Garden. We made it a point to stop at the various Visitor's Centers along the way, and that was a big help in locating interesting locations to visit. <br />
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<span style="color: red;">To view a larger image of the above, left click on the image with your mouse.</span>Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-8342610578881959132014-10-15T14:26:00.001-07:002014-10-19T09:54:14.967-07:00Along the Burr Trail, Central Utah.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>This image was made about a week ago in Devils Garden along the Burr Trail in south central Utah. These sandstone columns are normally called hoodoos, a rather common erosional feature found in many desert areas, including Utah. </strong><br />
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Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-36840198397596025262014-09-18T13:47:00.000-07:002014-09-18T14:10:26.534-07:00PAINTED CLIFFS NEAR DUBOIS, WY SEPT 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Once a year we head for Dubois, WY so that my wife can attend the Susan K. Black art conference. It is a week-long event with an attendance of about 175 artists from around the country. The instructors are among some of the countries best known, but I come to enjoy our camping out in a lovely nearby campground along the Wind River. For us, it has become an annual event. </h4>
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The subject matter varies from high plains desert to scenic mountain vistas along the Wind River Range to the Grand Tetons on the western side of the range. This is a simple composition with a nice patch of sage brush in the foreground. </h4>
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This particular image is one which I have been watching from the campground for several years, but have been unable to capture it because of bad weather or bad timing. This morning I took a chance and headed across the river to a spot that gave me the best visual advantage. Frankly, I did not have a good alternative site but this worked out just fine. </h4>
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It is a simple landscape in terms of composition, but it has been one of my favorite views of the painted rocks for some time. Enjoy!</h4>
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<span style="color: red;">To view a larger image, click on the landscape.</span>Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-60458427871830479412014-07-01T08:27:00.002-07:002014-07-02T07:16:29.729-07:00OLD US POST OFFICE IN OPHIR COLORADO 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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over as a fill in. Talk about a communicator; this gal was the sort of person
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the Postal Service and got a twenty-five minute dissertation on the subject.
The first thing she pointed out was that the Pony Express was not in business
to make money. Their objective was to deliver the mail and do so as quickly as
possible. She said the present system is in much better shape than most people
realize, and she was not supposed to dwell on that subject. I just kept my ears
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knew the system backward and forward and she took it very seriously. She was
visibly upset because the regular postmistress had been laid off, so there was
obviously something very important going on within the system. I did not probe
any further because she was already becoming emotional and had to excuse
herself because she was becoming tearful. I would have loved to have been
able to photograph her, but that simply wasn’t in the cards. At least not
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Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-37204604737373589482014-06-05T17:42:00.000-07:002014-06-05T18:26:04.349-07:00MAN & HIS ENVIRONMENT 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>Last month we took a two week trip to Taos, NM and as we drove through a rather uninviting section of northern New Mexico, I made the comment that on the way home I would like to point my camera at one of these junkyards and record this countryside for posterity. Junkyards used to be a common sight back east when I was a teen, and this was the first real junkyard I had seen in decades. In fact, we had been spotting one after another after we crossed the Colorado border into New Mexico. This was not the sort of landscape that would give a traveler a very good impression of this state. </strong><br />
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<strong>Several days later, as I was photographing some historical sights, I decided to drive back out to this area and make my photograph of a real junkyard. </strong><br />
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<strong>I had our two dogs with me and they were anxious to take a good run, but I decided to make my image stop first, so I pulled off the highway and gathered up my tripod and camera and as I was setting it up, a rather large menacing figure emerged from one of the vehicles and started to approach the gate through the fence. I had this happen once before back in Virginia many years ago as I was photographing a lovely view of a cornfield covered by a light snow. I was threatened by the owner who came charging out of his drive and blocked me in with his car where I had pulled off the highway. It was like, "here we go again."</strong><br />
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<strong>This was obviously not a friendly visit, but I waited until this filthy dirty man walked through the gate and I said howdy. His first comment was, that "I was trespassing on his property." I replied in a friendly voice that I was not on his property, but I was, instead, standing on highway property. Public property, and there was no law against making photographs from the highway. So the question and answer session began. "Why are you photographing this side of he road instead of the other side?" he asked. Because I have already photographed the other side I replied. Next, it was, "why are you taking these pictures." I replied that I was making a documentary of back country roads in New Mexico. "For who" he replied. For me, I replied. And I have done this many times before. By now Danny and Bella were barking with their heads hanging out the truck window, and they were not happy about what they were seeing. </strong><br />
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<strong>By now this fellow had said about all he was going to say and asked that I leave. He turned and walked away toward whichever vehicle he was living in, and I quickly made several exposures and got back in the truck and headed back to Taos. I was later told by someone in the campground where we were staying that that was a pretty rough place to stop and that I should be very careful. Yes, I thought, another close call, but I managed to get the image I wanted. I did ask the man if he would like to be included in the image I wanted to take and I got an unpleasant look in return. </strong><br />
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<strong>I still have the image I made back in Virginia of the lovely corn shocks in the snow. He threatened to take me to court if I used the photograph, and I can still remember telling him that I would look forward to chatting with the judge. End of conversation. He was one of my neighbors at the time and died several years later. This was during the mid seventies. </strong><br />
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<strong>Bottom line! Always be prepared for the unexpected. And having two rather large and active dogs in the truck gave me some additional comfort, because it was obvious that they did not like what they saw, and the windows were far enough down that they could have easily jumped out. </strong><br />
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This image was made along one of the many back roads of western Virginia. I was working with the landscape when the cat suddenly jumped out of the bushes on the right and started to run across the highway. I made a chirping sound as the cat crossed the road and it quickly stopped to see where the chirp was coming from. This was the decisive moment, and I was ready to make the exposure. The cat disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. This image was exposed on Ektachrome 64, 2 1/4 roll film. It was a popular commercial film used back in the 1960's and seventies. <br />
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This is another example of what is often referred to as the "Decisive Moment". Being in the right spot at the right time and knowing when to press the shutter button. <br />
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<br />Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-18408266627830622642014-04-02T13:57:00.000-07:002014-04-02T13:57:52.516-07:00AMISH BOYS ON A HAY BALE 1972<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This image was made while visiting one of the first Amish and Mennonite relief sales which was held near Waynesboro, VA. during the fall of 1972.</h4>
<strong>I still vividly remember making this image and it was totally spontaneous. Some photographers might refer to it as a "grab shot." Of course we all know that it is not a shot, but a photograph. I detest the word shot. It makes me think of guns, not a camera. Ditto for "take." We used to make photographs, but it's funny how some of these meaningless words become common language. </strong><br />
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<strong>Anyhow, these two young boys just glanced up at me and I made the exposure. I have always liked this one, and it was one of my first images in the Amish/Mennonite portfolio. </strong><br />
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<strong>This snow was made for photography, and I took full advantage of it. When you live in the midst of such beautiful</strong><strong> scenery, you often need to go no further than your yard, and that is how this image was made. I simply stepped out on the front patio and the composition could not have been any better. I then spent a full hour walking through the forest making one nice image after another, and there wasn't a bad image in the lot. This is one of my favorites. Oh yes, always use your tripod just to make sure the image is sharp. </strong><br />
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<strong>This was a snow that stuck to everything it touched, and when the wind let up, it just got better. In all, we had just over a foot of fresh snow and this morning (two days later) the temperature was minus nine F. Make sure you keep your camera and battery reasonably warm. I keep my camera in an insulated shoulder bag, and after I have made my exposures, it goes right back into the bag. Sub freezing temperatures will drain the battery rather quickly so always keep a spare in your shirt pocket. Your body heat will prevent it from rapidly loosing it's charge. </strong><br />
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<strong>I also like to work with a pair of insulated mittens, and having a finger slot in my trigger hand is most handy. You would be surprised at how fast your finger will lose it's sensitivity when the temperature is down in single digits or below zero. As you age, your hands become even more sensitive to cold weather. I will be eighty in a few weeks, and I can tell you for sure that my right hand started to hurt this morning, even after a few minutes of handling the camera and metal tripod. At least the temperature had gone up to zero when I went out after breakfast. </strong><br />
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<strong>Never, ever misjudge the temperature when going out on a cold day. You could pay dearly for that mistake. I have been seriously making photographs in cold weather since the mid fifties. Ditto for a pair of insulated boots. Your feet can freeze up faster than you might believe. </strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">To view a larger image, left click on the above image. </span></strong>Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-20137899425053956472013-10-30T10:08:00.001-07:002013-11-03T10:26:29.147-08:00STONEY CREEK FALLS 1975<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>Of all the waterfalls that I have photographed over the years, this is my favorite. It was in a remote location and not too far off the Blue Ridge Parkway. Some of my most memorable back packing trips have been to this site. In fact, I often set the tent up about ten paces to the right of where I placed my tripod to make this image. </strong><br />
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<strong>This photograph was obviously made during fall color, and yes, there were native trout in this stream. I used to grapple for them by hand and corner them under the rocks. I often counted on having at least one for dinner the first night out. </strong><br />
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<strong>I was using a 35 mm film camera at the time, and this image was exposed on Ektachrome film. A few years ago, I scanned that transparency, and it is now in my computer, along with a number of other memorable images from the old days. </strong><br />
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<strong>When photographing scenes such as this, I always preferred cloudy or slightly foggy days. This eliminated the many hot spots that often showed up on the final image because of direct sunlight. And it is obvious that I used a rather slow shutter speed to soften the water coming through the rocks. </strong><br />
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<span style="color: red;">To view a larger image, left click on the above illustration. </span><br />
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<strong></strong><br />Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-25344784906738440162013-10-26T07:16:00.000-07:002014-01-08T06:47:04.662-08:00STILL LIFE AND BLIZZARD circa early seventies <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>I can still remember the day I made this image back during the early seventies. Shortly after chopping up and splitting some wood for the wood stove, a blizzard roared through the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, and it dumped at least a foot of fresh snow on top of what was already on the ground. </strong><br />
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<strong>The seventies provided me with many fine winter images, but the winters were already in the process of warming up and the snow storms became less severe. Today, we use the term Global Warming. And it is a perfectly natural sequence of events which takes place between ice ages. Unfortunately, Homo sapiens is much to blame because we have been pumping far too much carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. I first noticed the change in temperatures when I was a young boy back in central Virginia. Now, it is starting to present a major problem as glaciers are rapidly disappearing and the Greenland ice cap is in the process of a rapid meltdown.</strong><br />
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<strong>I've been repeating the same wood cutting process at our new home here at the 7,000 foot level along the Uncompahgre Plateau in western Colorado. We cut the wood with a bow saw, and the ax and chopping block still serve as the primary support props. Life is good up here in the high country, but the weather has also changed here. We have noticed the gradual changes since we moved to the Rocky Mountain area in 1997. </strong><br />
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<strong>It's images such as you see here which bring back old memories and remind us of how different things were when we were much younger. I was well into my photographic documentary of the Appalachians when this image was made.</strong><br />
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<strong>We had our first snow of the season a couple of weeks ago, and I have one posted on this blog. It was one of those nice heavy sticky snows that every outdoor photographer loves to capture. </strong><br />
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<span style="color: red;">To view a larger image of the chopping block, left click on the photograph. </span>Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5864346771267797152.post-46594157444234521562013-10-20T06:59:00.003-07:002013-10-22T10:51:28.656-07:00CANYON COLOR Oct 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>This image was made several days ago along a canyon west of Delta, Colorado. It was one of many canyons which can be found along the UNCOMPAHGRE PLATEAU. The last thing I expected was to find cottonwoods in full color, but this landscape justified a photograph. The touch of yellow simply adds that little extra color to an otherwise mundane image. </strong><br />
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<strong>This is also one of those images which should be viewed at a larger size to fully appreciate the depth and beauty of the canyon and the cottonwoods. </strong><br />
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<strong></strong><br />Jack Jeffershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516885513748606324noreply@blogger.com0