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John Moran and I set off on a mission to find Alamo Cave and light it up to make a dramatic nightscape.
Our first stop on the river was Johnny Boy Landing (near Hwy 20) where droves of local tubers drifted off like colorful balloons in the summer sky. Every cluster had big folks lounging, little folks being wild, AND a caboose-tube for the ice chest and goodies. It was a sweet scene that I hope to join one day later this hot summer.
The next two paragraphs are the ones to skip if you are not the least bit photo-geek. Not that they're technical, just may ramble into 'boring'. Anyway, the idea was to make multiple exposures (like the old double exposures from film days). Each frame has the identical composition, but each is enhanced with light from off-camera flash, flashlight, candles, torch, or colored-gels-over-lights. And finally a frame of "darkness". Then some of these frames would get chosen to layer into a composite -- feathering in the different lit trees and rocks -- to create the "masterpiece nightscape" (one hopes).
There seemed to be no way to show the front-door-back-door feature except by video... so we made a video too. Modern cameras have options.
Early the next morning, I went to explore the Ovens, another cave we had passed upstream. By the time I returned, John was up and all excited about a beautiful new angle on Alamo, but was struggling to get the flash units to cooperate. Technical difficulties. After a bit of fiddling with the flashes, he got his shot. Nice one. (Here is my version.)
Later I was making the photo of John (below), when an older couple (translation: older than me, I'm 58) showed up with their 10 year old grandson. Each was paddling his/her own kayak. Grandpa said they'd known this place all their lives and they had decided it was time the boy saw the cave. Nothing should be more exciting to a boy that age than exploring a cave on his own. (G and G stayed outside.) He loved it. And no one could have better grandparents than these two who paddled 10 miles for him to have this experience. (Of course, paddling the river was part of their gift as well.)
Moss-covered roots artfully decorated one stretch of riverbank drawing us in. An hour and several photos later, we were still there as heavy raindrops began falling. Oops, our gear was all exposed. By the time we got it all under cover, it was really raining.
The Chipola continues to amaze me... caves and springs this time. But this is also home of the Dead Lakes, Prothonotary Warblers, Look-N-Tremble Shoals, and "Hidden" Spring, all places I've written about in earlier blogs.
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