Surreptitiously photographing in North Korea in early 1970s with handlers at my side. Used M4 with long release cable running through jacket, jacket sleeve, into jacket pocket. 28mm lense.
I solo a lot as well, meandering back & forth through the forest alongside trails, or often going where there are no trails at all.I just call it photographing. Spent a lot of my time photographing solo in wild places where if I got too hurt to get out, I would most likely die. The trick is not to get too hurt...
Reminds me of the old Winston Churchill joke.None of the above or even remotely like any of the above. It's a picture of the mother-in-law in her natural state. Well in truth, not so much the picture as daring to show it her
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At the shooting range i used to go to, there was frequently a Husband and Wife there. They were avid hunters.I just call it photographing. Spent a lot of my time photographing solo in wild places where if I got too hurt to get out, I would most likely die. The trick is not to get too hurt. So far so good.
During a 10 minute exposure in the redwoods I got surrounded by an elk herd. As the exposure was ending the bull started making very unfriendly sounds. I never tore down the 8x10 and packed it up so fast in my life. Climbing over a couple fallen redwoods satisfied him. Must have been fun to watch, too. Unfortunately none of the ladies showed up in the image as they were moving too much.
Love it! Hopefully you did not gird your loins with cartoon characters.. My Scottish moor adventure this year was not as exciting as yours -- a solo full-moon lit walk after a long dry spell.Then there was the time I was photographing way up in the Highlands of Scotland. I had to navigate my way through a bog. I jumped over a wet spot, then sunk up to my waste. Finally pulled myself out, losing my shorts in the process. I had to walk back to the car in my underwear.
In 1992 spent 6 months sea kayaking the coast of BC with my wife, photographing with a 4x5 field camera.
We had deck compasses, paper charts, and line of sight hand held marine radios. The radios were of sporadic use, as we'd sometimes not see a boat for over a week at a time. Lots of opportunities for things to go wrong.
After landing and setting up camp, I'd venture off into the forest, up a creek, or along the shore to photograph. There were a few times where my wife wasn't sure if I'd return to camp at dark.
Lots of nay-sayers and predictions of doom before we left.
The rewards were equal to the risk.
Surreptitiously photographing in North Korea in early 1970s with handlers at my side. Used M4 with long release cable running through jacket, jacket sleeve, into jacket pocket. 28mm lense.
One afternoon in late 2001 I had a 4x5 set up on Kent avenue in Brooklyn, which was pointing in the general direction of the Williamsburg bridge, and was detained by concerned citizens who were convinced I had untoward intentions. I often took night photographs of the Domino's sugar factory and other quasi famous industrial landmarks; that's also wasn't popular. One night a security guard abandoned his post and chased me a whole block before he figured I was just a distraction so the actual terrorists could slip in the gate. I was detained by undercover narcotics police one night while shooting the Gowanus Canal. I was pressed up against a beat-up red Honda civic by two 6'2" cops with forearms bigger than my thighs while they poked at the M2 on the tripod. Then they asked, "So, your taking pictures?" "Yes sir, the moon over the Gowanus is quite nice tonight."
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I solo a lot as well, meandering back & forth through the forest alongside trails, or often going where there are no trails at all.
I'm 63 now and discovered a new thing to watch out for when hiking; slower than optimal reflexes.
Last summer I was walking up a creek with no trail to discover waterfalls. I could hear one around the corner, but had to negotiate a pinch spot beside a pool in a mini canyon. Before I knew what was going on, I fell into a pool deep enough to go past my shoulders before I could push off the bottom & scramble out.
Immediately pulled my pack off to see if the camera gear was dry, and it was, with only a couple drops of water having made it into the pack. Kept going, got the photo, see below.
Can heartily recommend Atlas Athlete camera packs, as well as habitually closing zippers all the way.
Was a reminder that I'm not as capable as I used to be, and will have to pay a little more attention when on dodgy ground.
Found that a Spot Messenger pinging off my location (when the signal gets through) every ten minutes in Tracking Mode to be a great peace of mind for both me, and my wife.
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In 1992 spent 6 months sea kayaking the coast of BC with my wife, photographing with a 4x5 field camera.
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