My love of photography started young, and like many of you, studying National Geographic issues for hours. My Dad sent me my first camera when I was 15.I remember riding my bike 13 miles to the Pahoa, Hawaii post office to get it.
That was 40 years ago and I recently reengaged with photography. Learning digital cameras and new techniques has been challenging.Youtube and all the creative learning websites provide an ocean of opportunity.But nothing beats face to face learning so I signed up for a May photographic workshop with Hudson Henry.It was a financial and social leap for me – I’m a poor introvert!
It was a great experience.Like camp for creative adults.I learned so much from Hudson and from the other 9 participants who all brought a different vision and skill set.We had folks from as far away as the Yukon in Canada and South Carolina.We became friends and learned and laughed together.We got up early and stayed up late to capture sunset and blue hour.
If you have been hesitant to take a leap like this, I strongly encourage you to take a chance. If you already have I would love to hear about it. Thank you for stopping by…
With no destination in mind – but with a firm desire to road trip – I left my last meeting on Friday with only the open road before me. I had to get home from Dash Point, Washington to Portland. This is a quarterly trip so I was used to the routine of getting on I-5 south. Part of me wanted to get home and be a responsible leaf-raking home owner.
For no reason that I can explain, just north of Centralia I veered off the freeway and headed to the coast. Ironically – the retreat I had been just attending was all about decision making. My head was full of ethical discernments. This was spontaneous – absolutely no discerning other than seeing a road sign saying “Aberdeen/Raymond” next exit.
Taking all the anticipation out of this road trip tale – I ended up in Astoria, Oregon for 2 days. Best decision I have made in quite some time – I must have learned something at that retreat.
Some of the highlights:
Early morning photo shooting in Astoria and exploring this wonderful and historic town – founded in 1811!
Wave watching at Cape Disappointment (not disappointing!!)
Buoy Beer for dinner
And finally, there is this little church about 2 miles west of the Astoria Megler bridge on the way to Ilwaco, Washington that I have passed a hundred times. It’s in the middle of nowhere but is beautiful in its simplicity and isolation. I have regretted never stopping and learning the story of this church by the sea. I stopped.
History fans (I am one!) should read Peter Stark’s Astoria – recently released in paperback – for a closer look at the early years of Astoria.
Astoria has transformed from river city with an economy and industry (most significantly fish canneries) reliant on the Columbia River – to an artistic corner of Oregon – focused on tourism and the two mainstays of Oregon – beer and coffee.
The Columbia River is still a strong force. Cargo ships provide entertainment as their huge hulks pass by the waterfront. And the nautical history is never far away – including the Flavel House Museum (George Flavel was the Columbia’s first river pilot back in 1850). But you are more likely to see Willapa Bay Oysters featured on area menu’s than Columbia River salmon.