Kirk Marshall Photography: Blog en-us (C) Kirk Marshall Photography (Kirk Marshall Photography) Tue, 01 May 2018 16:15:00 GMT Tue, 01 May 2018 16:15:00 GMT Kirk Marshall Photography: Blog 120 120 Candlestick Candlestick is another one of the prominent towers overlooking the White Rim road in Canyonlands National Park. This view is from Murphy Hogback looking northwest. The road can be seen in the foreground. 

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Airport Tower Airport Tower is one of the sandstone features that overlooks the White Rim road in Canyonlands NP. I'm not sure why but it seems like it's always windy, like howling winds, every time we're there. Nice when it's hot, not so nice when it's not.

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Musselman Arch Musselman Arch is just a 150 yards from the parking area (just off the White Rim road in Canyonlands NP) but invisible because it's all below the level of the surrounding bench. I've seen people pull in, park, have a snack, and never know that it was there or walk over to see it. Anyway, it's there, and it's pretty cool. So if you wander down Shafer Canyon, stop and check it out. 

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Shafer Canyon I got out of town for the weekend and joined a few friends on our annual White Rim bike trip.

The ride is on an approximately 100 mile dirt road that was built to enable uranium exploration in the canyons surrounding the confluence of the Colorado and Green Rivers. The region is now part of Canyonlands National Park within the Island in the Sky district and one of the few places within the National Park system where off-road biking is allowed. 

The ride starts at about 6000' at the Island in the Sky visitor's center and drops down the South Fork of Shafer Canyon (pictured here) to about 4500' where it meets the White Rim which is a thick layer of hard white sandstone. The softer layers of rock both above and below the 'Rim' have washed away to reveal a white bench of slickrock. The bench runs south, following the Colorado river, and then north, following the Green River, and surrounds the Island in the Sky on three sides.  

The La Sal mountains can be seen in the distance. 

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Milky Way I've wanted to try my hand at night sky photography for a while and finally took the time to make it happen.

I wandered down into Gold Butte National Monument (just south of Mesquite, Nevada) to a place called Little Finland. I got there before dark and scouted out a couple possible spots where I thought the rock formations would line up with the Milky Way once it came up. After a few hours of sleep I got up at 4:00AM to head back out. I shot several series of images so I could stack and average them to reduce noise and then I shot a few with a bit of light on the foreground rock formations to bring out the details there. 

This image is a composite of five of the sky images and one for the foreground. 

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Glow In Most balloon festivals include a 'glow in' where some of the participants stand-up their balloons at night for some impressive eye-candy. They don't fly, it's just to impress the gawkers, of which there are plenty; 'cause it's quite a sight. 

This image is a composite from six images, one for each balloon. Once they stand the balloons up, they fire the burners occasionally, but generally not all at once, to keep the envelopes inflated. I shot a bunch of images trying to capture a good image of each balloon with the burner firing and 'glowing' the envelope, then manually merged them in photoshop. 

I'm kinda pleased with the result. Hope you like it too. 

BTW, this image is from the Sand Hollow Balloon Festival. (Sand Hollow is near Hurricane, UT.) Printed at 300 dpi it's 50"x22".

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Rainbow Balloon A few more shots from Kanab. 

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Normal vs Wide I had a couple of cameras at the Kanab, UT Balloons and Tunes Festival. One with a wide angle lens (23mm) and another with a normal lens (50mm). As an experiment I thought I'd shoot the same scene with both setups using a pano-head to capture the full range of the wide angle with the normal lens. These two shots are the result. 

This first image is from the 50mm lens and was stitched from several images. The result is 14218x7109 pixels (printed at 300 dpi it's about 48"x24"). 

This second image is from the wide angle lens and is 5162x2581 pixels (about 17"x8.5"). 

Other than the size, and corresponding detail, which isn't necessarily apparent in these scaled-down versions, the thing that I notice most is the distorted perspective where the distant balloons are smaller in the wide angle lens than they appear with the normal lens. In this image I notice it most with the two mid-sized rainbow swirled balloons in the center of the image.

Of course this is one of the advantages to a wide angle lens, if that's what you're going for, but generally I'm not. Although more difficult to capture and process, I prefer the more in-your-face aspect of the normal lens and why for most of my wide images I shoot using a normal lens and a pano head. 

I'd love to hear your perspective (pun intended) and preference on the wide/normal lens difference if you'd care to share. Comment below...

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Happy Ballooners Ballooners are generally happy people, and why wouldn't they be? Floating on the air, looking down at the world below you is pretty damn magical. 

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Fluid Balloon Fabric The balloon crew starts by laying out the envelope on the ground and then using a large fan to fill it with unheated air. The fabric billows in fluid, ever-changing, patterns as the different colored panels are alternately revealed, hidden and distorted as the envelope slowly grows and expands.

This is another shot from the Kanab Balloons and Tunes Festival.

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Clearing Parachute Valve Lines For me, one of the most interesting and photogenic aspects of ballooning is the deployment and inflating of the envelope. In this shot a crew member is inside the balloon clearing the lines that control the parachute valve which can release hot air and control the rate of assent. 

This is another shot from the Kanab Balloons and Tunes Festival.

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Spectator Shadows #1 As an engineer I understand the physics behind it but still I think hot air balloons are amazing things. To watch them levitate from the ground, silently elevating into the sky is magical. 
I've had several opportunities in the last few months to attend balloon festivals here in Utah. This image I shot at the Kanab Balloons and Tunes Festival where they had over 40 balloons. A great weekend.

Spectator Shadows #1Spectator Shadows #1As an engineer I understand the physics but still I think hot air balloons are amazing things. To watch them levitate from the ground, silently elevating into the sky is magical.
I've had several opportunities in the last few months to attend festivals here in Utah. This image I shot at the Kanab Balloons and Tunes Festival where they had over 40 balloons.

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Speaking of rainbows... Since I'm on the subject of rainbows... here's another one.

That's Pippa on the Big Island in Hawaii a few years ago. It kinda looks like she tossed a bunch of skittles in the sky.

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Palouse Falls I did make it to Palouse Falls State Park late in the day, actually it was good timing, the sun was still illuminating the falls but low enough that there was a rainbow in the mist. Here's the image I shot.

I'm really more of a black and white kind of a guy but occasionally I shoot something that really depends on color as the primary subject matter. Rainbows mostly fall into the 'color' category. 

But I have seen a black and white image of a rainbow, it was really amazing, really! (I don't recall the artist, I wish I did so I could give credit.) I've tried to process this, and other rainbow images, in black and white and I just can't duplicate the appeal of that other image. I think it ruined me, once you've seen perfection it's hard to settle for something less.  

If anyone has any tips for processing a black and white rainbow, I'd love to hear them. 


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Pipes and Bins I've got a couple of kids that live in Bellingham, WA so I wandered up there early last spring to pay them a visit. On the way home I had a bit of time so I drove out through eastern Washington to have a look around. There's a agricultural region out there called the Palouse that is frequently photographed and I thought I'd have a look-see. 

Most of the photographs I've seen appear to be from the late spring-early summer, when everything is green, with rolling hills marching off into the distance. I was there before the 'green' kicked in and everything was still brown and barren but I found it fascinating and photo-worthy anyway and took a bunch.  I'd set my sights on getting to the Palouse Falls State Park and was heading that direction when I got sidetracked at an out-of-commission farm-yard with motors, machinery, harvest-bins and piles of other unidentifiable stuff.  

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Grand Canyon Pippa and I visited Toroweap, AZ over Thanksgiving last year.

Toroweap is on the inner rim of the Grand Canyon and is an amazing place to hang out for a few days. The view down into the canyon is head-spinningly awesome. The site is relatively undeveloped, at least compared to the North Rim or South Rim Villages. No guard rails, no paved paths, no tourist buses. The vertical drop to the river is about 2500' and you could probably toss a rock (but don't do that, you might hit someone) and make a splash; it's that straight down. I'm not acrophobic but standing at the edge, looking down, my head spins.

We spent one sunny afternoon on the rocks overlooking Lava Falls and I shot this image as three rafts were on the last flat-water before the falls. The image is stitched from three photos and is greatly reduced for web consumption. In the full size version, if you look closely, you can pick out the three rafts which are probably 3/4 of a mile away. In this smaller version they're all but invisible.

This image is looking west, downstream and Lava Falls is just past the left-facing point in the river bank in the shadowy area right in the middle of it. From my vantage point here the falls don't look like much, but they are. Rated as 8-10 on the Grand Canyon Scale and IV on the international scale, this is the most talked about rapid on the Colorado river.

Three Rafts for Lava, Grand Canyon NP, AZThree Rafts for Lava, Grand Canyon NP, AZRiver rafts, barely visible, float through the Grand Canyon on the final approach to Lava Falls.


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Hello again. So it's been a while since I've posted anything. I don't really have any excuse, I've just been lazy.

I was passing through Price, UT last year and had some time to kill so I wandered up and down Main Street window shopping. This scene struck me and I stopped to make the image.

Loan Woman, Price, UTLoan Woman, Price, UTReflections muddle the view into a storefront on Main Street in Price, UT.


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A March across Powell, 28 Friday, March 28, 2014

Sting wrote: "men go crazy in congregations, they only get better one by one".

The line comes from the song "All This Time" which is about a son who wants to bury his father at sea instead of the traditional burial in the ground which is prescribed by his childhood religion. The conflict between the current desires of our hearts and the traditions of our upbringing can be stark. 

I've been on the 'one' side of the scale for the last three weeks and I'm wondering... am I better?

The thoughts I've written in this journal are not those I learned from in my childhood. I've come to these ideas over the last decade and embraced them in spurts. However, embracing new points of view requires setting aside the old ones which, depending on the depth to which those old points of view are ingrained in our being, can feel like suicide or at the very least an ectomy of sorts. But I think that's just what I've needed. I can't be 'me' while living to someone else's rules and I don't always have the strength to live by my own rules while enduring the onslaught of societal pressures.

This trip has allowed me to gain a measure of distance from my congregation and given me the opportunity to 'get better', if only marginally and momentarily. Right now I feel independently 'me', and if nothing else comes of this adventure, that alone makes it all worthwhile.

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A March across Powell, 27 Thursday, March 27, 2014

Last night the wind was minimal and I slept well. I'm up at dawn to take a few more photographs.  

Since I didn't get a proper dinner last night I'm especially hungry this morning. After returning from the overlook I put on a double dose of oatmeal and light the stove.

While it's cooking I turn on the radio to hear the weather forecast. Oh joy, more wind, today is supposed to be just like yesterday. That's it. I'm done. There's a perfectly good hotel just across the bay. I'm sure they would be delighted to take my money and give me one of their deluxe, wind-free rooms for the night. I start packing.

I'm packed and the oatmeal hasn't even started boiling yet. Damn, the fuel canister must be getting low.  I turn up the flame and give it a few more minutes but finally give up and eat it half-cooked.

By the time I launch the wind has already whipped up white caps here and there across the bay. Once I'm out of the small, protected cove I turn and head toward the marina at about 45° off straight downwind. Both the wind and the waves are pushing me about, partly helping, partly not. They're pushing me downwind but with each passing wave are nudging me to turn me broadside to the waves, not good. I have to stay vigilant and but thankfully I reach the dock without incident.

Safely ashore it starts to sink in that I'm done. I paddled from Wahweap to Bullfrog. Damn! A sense of great satisfaction washes over me and I breath in and savor the moment.

Now to get to the hotel.

I can probably hike there, it's not far, maybe half a mile, but I can't take the boat; obviously.

I ask the park ranger/police about leaving my kayak until Pippa arrives with the car, they would prefer I don't leave it there and ask me to hang out for a few minutes. Soon they come back and let me know they've arranged transportation for me and my gear. Apparently a bass fisherman whose boat swamped and called for a rescue is coming in. He's going to give me a lift. He motors in, ties up to the dock and heads up the ramp to get his trailer. After loading his boat on the trailer, we lift my kayak on top of his boat and drive up the road to the hotel.  He dumps me on the front lawn and heads off.

I check in, get a ground floor room and haul all my gear to the back patio.

A long hot shower, dinner in the restaurant, a soft bed... all of it wind free.

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A March across Powell, 26 part 3 March 26, 2014, part 3

About 5:00 PM the wind intensity increases noticeably and the downwind view to the east darkens. I glance back over my shoulder to the west, upwind and see a wall of darkness, dust, sand, debris and tumbleweeds bearing down on me. The cold front is here, and it looks pissed. It looks like an overly dramatic scene from a disaster movie, but it's no movie, this is as real as it gets. I grab the Nikon AW110 camera (waterproof equals dust proof, right?) and head down to the beach to watch it come through.  Within minutes it slaps me, blasting me with everything that's been swept up in its fury. The sandstone hills surrounding me alternately fade and sharpen as the clouds of dust obscure the view.

For a minute or two, big, dirty, drops of rain pelt me and the ground but stop as quickly as they started. Gusts of wind careen off the steep sided hills and are channeled down to the water's edge where they hit the water with such force they lift droplets off the surface of the lake spraying them downwind causing them to dance and skip across the surfaced before getting reassimilated into the darkened surface.

With the wind still howling and the sun about to set I stow the camera and grab some dinner. Cooking doesn't seem like an option so I grab a lunch packet and sit down to eat. With the passing of the cold front and the onset of night the temperature is dropping rapidly. Factor in the windchill and it's no surprise that I'm chilled, shivering and in risk of hypothermia.

I need to either get into bed or build a fire. The challenge of trying to get my bed laid out, with me in it, without loosing anything is more than I want to tackle; so I start collecting wood for a fire.

Going through the motions of collecting wood is helping warm my core, slightly. After collecting enough tinder, kindling and wood to start and keep the fire alive for a few hours I pull out a lighter and try to get it going. I've positioned myself in the bottom of the shallow wash to try and get out of the wind as much as possible but every time I try to light the fire the wind blows it out. I can't even get the lighter to stay lit long enough to have the tinder catch. Using my body as a windbreak and timing my next attempt during a lull I manage to get the tinder to light but the next gust of wind kills it. Damn.

To hell with this. I climb out of the wash and hike up to camp and grab the stove. Back in the wash I light the stove and shove the roaring burner under the pile of twigs and directly into the handful of tinder. In seconds the stack is on fire.  I'm worried the fuel canister might explode so I quickly pull it out and turn it off. But still, the wind is too strong and it blows the fire out again.

So again, I light the stove and shove it back into the pile, this time I leave it there piling on additional kindling and sticks until I'm sure the fire will survive on its own. With the wind fanning the flames, its soon roaring on its own and giving me the warmth I need.

For 30 minutes I manage to keep it alive and it returns the favor but it takes constant vigilance. The embers, which would normally accumulate at the bottom of the fire adding mass and warmth to it, are blown away into the darkness with each passing gust. This isn't working well enough, I'm still cold.

Reluctantly I head to bed, nervous about trying to layout my gear in the wind.

Starting with the tarp, I carefully unpack one piece of gear at a time. Keeping the tarp close to the ground I kneel in the middle and drag a few of the bread-loaf sized rocks onto the corners. Next I unroll the Thermarest, lay it flat and fold the tarp over it with the fold-side to the wind. Lastly, in the protected envelope of the tarp, I pull the sleeping bag out of it's stuff sack and quickly push my legs down into it both to hold it down and to get warm. The warming effect is almost immediate, just getting out of the wind is a huge improvement but the added insulation of the down is lifesaving.

I'm still fully dressed and have no desire to change anything except my hat. My sleeping hat is much warmer than the one I'm wearing so I sit up to swap them and in between hats a gust hits me and blows another handful of dust into my face, beard and hair. Ah, now that I'm fully dusted, I'm ready for sleep. Ha!

I lay down and pull the tarp over my upper body and head to shelter me from the wind and sand. I'm not comfortable since the Thermarest hasn't had time to inflate and through it I can feel the cold rock below me, but I'm getting warmer and very happy to be horizontal.

I lay there for 15 or 20 minutes holding the corner of the tarp to stop it from flapping against my head and then suddenly I realize that the wind has stopped. Completely, amazingly, stopped. I pull the tarp back and sit up into calm night air.

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