When your camera fails, check your settings ...

... on a spectacularly drizzly day, I goofed

from Don Norris

On a perfect drizzly day, I spent some four hours and maybe ten miles traveling around our fair town, looking for latent Fall colors. It wasn't really raining, but there was a funny light, light that seemed to favor the late autumn colors. The first shot was from the peak of Park Street, looking west toward the Fells' ridge, on the other side of the valley.

It was a beautiful thing, the lasting fall colors that covered those hills. The light fog seemed to enhance the reds and yellows -- the last gasp of Fall colors. I rode around the valley, but the real color seemed to be more on the high ground on the east side. So I went to Mount Hood. It was beautiful, even in the fog.

I checked each picture as I took them, and noticed that the Canon backup camera was shooting a little too light for my likes, but I figured, what the heck, I'll correct that with Adobe Photoshop. I must have taken fifty frames.

So what you see here is the only photo I took in the computer room, at home. Hey. I had to have something ...

I stopped by the Melrose Fish and Game Club, up by the Hood, for a cocktail and maybe some talk. It's a nice place to end a day. The bar was crowded that late afternoon, but several of those members spotted me. "How ya doin', Don". It's a good place to end a day's work. I was a member there in 1949 and 1950 -- just before I joined the Marines.

It wasn't until the next morning that I went to download my previous day's work into my computer -- but, would you guess, there was not a single picture in the camera's memory bank! All that riding around, the fun of shooting, the glory of all that color -- gone, not recorded. The next day was sunny, but the magic I had seen in the fog of the day-before, didn't record at all. That great foggy moment is gone. The Fall color is history, and today, the sun is out in full bloom, shining on barren forests. The color is gone -- until next Fall.

Oh, by the way -- the fault was that a setting knob on the top of the camera had been rotated just a skosh out of place. Hence, no record of any photos. I've learned my lesson. At 85.

December 2. 2016

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