Wizard Moonset

Sorry for the slower posting lately.  There’s been quite a lot of work going on around here, most of it related to the photos.

I’ll post more on that later.  Perhaps release the whole kit and kaboodle, although if you have paid attention to how this blog is set up, you are seeing a part of it now.

But that’s not important right now.

The last post was the video of the moon setting over Crater Lake from our Canon G12, but here is an image from the primary camera (not a screen grab from the video).

Watching the moon set with this view was quite an experience, the scene that Goddess and I had planned to capture for a few weeks, putting all of the wheels in motion some 24 hours prior.

Even though this view is only two hours away.

Wizard Moonset

Thanks to The Photographer’s Ephemeris, I knew weeks in advance where I needed to be standing in order to position the setting moon over the peak of Wizard Island.

That meant that after the 90 minutes of images that comprised Charioteer, I could hop back in the car and drive Goddess and Skinny to the opposite side of the lake, get in position and take a nap for a couple of hours before I needed to set up the cameras and start capturing the scene.

It is a great thing to be able to plan those moments out.

And for those wondering where the reflection of the moon is, please keep in mind that from the summit of Wizard Island to the crater wall in the background is 1.25 miles (2km).  The angle just does not allow for a reflection.


And just as a reminder, today (Friday, August 2, 2013) is the last day of voting for the Medford Mail-Tribune photography people’s choice award, where Charioteer is consistently bouncing between first and second place.  If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, please read here.

Thank you for your support!

Cold Phantom

Another from Monday’s overnight and sunrise session at Crater Lake.

Here is the Phantom Ship, a rock island in Crater Lake, remnants of the old lava flows from Mount Mazama, the volcano that exploded and collapsed, filling with rainwater and snowmelt to give us Crater Lake.

Cold Phantom

What’s with the odd color combinations, you ask?

Fair enough.

This image was captured about 30 minutes after sunrise from an overlook on the eastern side of Crater Lake.  The Phantom Ship is tucked close to the southeastern side of the lake, so it was still in the shadow of the crater walls.  Hence the cold, blue colors, since the only light on the rock face was from the blue sky above and reflected off the deep blue water below.  The golden hue is the reflection of the south wall of the crater, which was in direct sunlight.

And for a bit of scale, the tallest spire on the island is 170′ (52 meters)., while the island is some 500′ (152 meters) long.


For those of you who have enjoyed the images, you may not realize that I do offer my prints for sale.

Each image is a click-through, meaning if you click on it, it will take you to another site.  For those I think enough of to offer as a print, which are not all of them, it will take you to my web site where you can purchase them and have them delivered directly to you.  Without watermarks.

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For purchases up to $300 (before shipping), the discount is 15%.  Just use the code 13Summer when checking out.

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Unfortunately, only one coupon is valid per order.

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While I mainly post landscape images here, I do have several other genres that I enjoy capturing:  Travel, Architecture, Nature, Street and Autos.  Each genre is available directly from my main page.

Thank you for your consideration.  And for stopping by to read my rambles.


The German word for “art”.

Well, you can be the judge.

But the title comes courtesy of three school-aged girls who were walking by as I framed and took this shot.

“Das Haus ist Kunst”!

“The house is art”!

Followed by giggles.

I think they were right.


For me, the most interesting detail is the shadow.

In our part of Germany, between November and early March, we’re very happy to see the sun.

Very happy.

As it can be grey for weeks on end.

But it’s not that.  Look at that angle.

This picture was taken at 11:21am.  Almost noon.  Facing west.

When the sun was just 19.6 degrees above the southern horizon.

In another month, at the Winter Solstice, it will bottom out at just 16.0 degrees above the horizon.

That makes for long shadows and beautiful light all day long.

As long as we can see the sun.


And if you’re wondering where I’m getting the exact details on the sun, browse over to The Photographer’s Ephemeris, a nice application for desktop and portable use.

Using it, I now know that had I stood in the exact same place for another 5 hours and 13 minutes, the sun would have set about 3 degrees to the right of the furthest right roof peak.

Handy info.

Stunning Tree

Having studied and worked weather for the past 25+ years, I am watching Sandy approach the east coast of the United States with anticipation and trepidation.

Anticipation because any severe weather is always fascinating to those in my line of work.

Trepidation because Goddess and I have many, many friends in the path, already suffering the effects.  We worry about them.

Here in Germany, the weather is always much more benign.  But Germany’s weather is Germany’s weather.

We’ve run a bit cooler than normal this autumn, with a hard freeze this morning.

My morning bicycle commute ended up being -6C (23F).  Plenty chilly, but just fine with the right gear.

Because there’s no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing.

Well, except for a tornado.  No clothing will help that.

So I thought back to the autumn shots that I’ve been able to take the past few weeks.  And how nice it is here.

The colors are gorgeous, but it’s not always about the colors.

Sometimes it’s about the lines, the tones, the textures.

Don’t get me wrong, the colors were gorgeous in this image.  A view that Goddess pointed out to me, literally over our heads, but I was too focused on looking forward.

And that meant I was missing a lot.

Stunning Tree

Sure, if you’d like, picture the tree a bright yellow and the sky a deep blue.  Because that’s what it was.

But still not as beautiful as all of the lines and shapes and swirls that make this image whole.

October 27th

Today was quite a day.

Not only for an event integral to world history, but for the way that winter slid into Germany.

Mind you, we typically cool down quite nicely in late October.

But to wake up to snowfall that was very widespread is a different story.

We’re glad for it.

Luckily Goddess and I got to drive through the highlands, where the snow was sticking.

October 27, 2012


Yep, a running personal record.  A blistering 10:31/mile pace!


good internet friend asked me a week or so ago if I was still running and/or cycling.  Probably because I hadn’t been talking about it here.  Odd, considering the first word after my name in the blog title is “racing”.

Well, you long-time readers might recall my rudderless post early this year after a few years of running marathons and ultra-marathons.  Even without a goal to work toward, I decided that I needed to be at least fit enough to fake my way through a half-marathon at any time.  And I’ve held true to that, running a great 14-mile mountain route in late October with 6,000′ of elevation gain, 2/3 of which was in the first four miles.

Good times.

That came through a great six months of short, high intensity workouts, alternating days between Crossfit-style workouts and intervals.  I never ran more than just over seven miles during that time (at that was a fluke).  But the majority of my runs were quick, working on leg turnover and speed.

Anyway, so what’s that got to do with a PR?  Well, it’s the fastest I’ve run this course.  So that makes it a PR.

I covered .91 mile in 9:35.

Not much to get excited about, eh?  I guess it depends on perspective.

Here’s the profile.

That’s 350′ of gain in .91 miles.  Thanks to way too many steps to count.  Thankfully, I guess, someone painted a number on every single one.  But honestly, after 200 (just over a third of the way up), it just doesn’t freakin’ matter.

And if you pay attention to the grade percentage line (the thin brown line), you’ll see that there’s a good stretch of 55%.

That’s after the false flat about midway up, where the stairs turn slightly to the right.  Approaching that landing, you think you’re reaching the top.  Only to have your hopes crushed as you see the wall continue ahead of you.

But a run with a great group of fast guys will keep you from even noticing.

Because all you can see in front of you are two legs moving as fast as they dare and that ghastly sound coming from your mouth, a mixture of half gasp, half sob.

Perhaps a tonal shift as you lose two or three hopes and/or dreams.

So it wasn’t an organized race.  It wasn’t even on a calendar, other than an announcement for a farewell run for a great guy.  A farewell run that turned into a race for a few of us.  A race where the real speed demon didn’t show up, so I actually won this one by a few strides.

And if by winning I mean that I pushed my heart rate into numbers that have been impossible for some 15 years, then yeah, I won.

But that was yesterday.

Today was my first bicycle commute in over seven months.  A nice brisk 30F for the morning and a balmy 37F for the afternoon.  It sure made me look forward to riding through the winter, regardless of the weather.  Because, as the saying goes, there’s no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing.

Besides, I’ve now got just four months to train the butt to be ready for a week of several back to back 200km rides.

I hope the legs are up for it.