Surf Rider

Major storm batters Trinidad with 25-foot seas, and only one boat with the shackles big enough to ride it out.

Another Friggin’ Skyscape

These just don’t get old.

Winter Farming

Here’s what pigeons and beef cows do in winter in Utah.

Sadie in Winter

Sadie misses snow. “Winter” in Humboldt is just not the same.

Shrooms

The Humboldt rains have begun, and with them come shrooms.

Crab Opener

In the dark o’morning, Trinidad crabbers load and launch for the 2015 crab season. First crabs come to the pier Monday. Get yer pots a-boiling’!

Joy

This is not our dog, but she looks like Sadie’s sister. This is Joy, a lovely homeless grrrl at the Humboldt County Animal Shelter. Anyone want a really sweetie?

Dorymen

It’s sport crab season on the North COast

Pacific Moonrise

Blue Evening

Just before dark, the evening ocean shows its true colors.

The B&W Collection

My participation this week in a national B&W photo shoot-off on Facebook, sort of a chain letter for photographers, has reawakened my old love of B&W photography, which got buried by the advent of digital equipment and the loss of my old Omega enlarger during a move back in the 1980s.

My grandfather, Carroll “Zach” Zachrisson, a commercial photographer in Boston for his lifetime, got me into the darkroom at a tender age (like 12?), and hooked me on the smell of fixer and the absolute imperative of achieving a true black in every print. Like many old-school photographers, Grampa never really liked color, which he said was a distraction that could fool people into liking poor pictures just because of the reds and greens.

Photography, Zach taught me, was about form and line, texture and composition. Any idiot can take a pleasing color photo, but strip away the distractions to see the photographer’s eye and art. Digital photography—and now “smart” (ha!) phones, Instagram and Facebook—has killed most real photography.

So this #fivedayblackandwhitechallenge is really nice opportunity to rediscover what I loved about black and white, and to see if I have any photographer’s eye still lurking behind the color. Grampa would have liked this. I can hear him now: “There’s no black in this shot. Go back and print it again!”

Day 1

Mendon Peak and the north end of the Wellsvilles, Cache Valley, Utah. 2011

Day 2

The crazed Konga Band at the 2011 Kinetic Sculpture Race, Arcata, California.

 Day 3

The place where the land ends and the ocean begins is blurred on Trinidad State Beach, Northern California.

 Day 4

Reminiscent of the Jode Family, a farm truck sits in dusty fields on the mountain benches above Petersboro, Utah.

 Day 5

Hanging out on the Plaza in Arcata in front of the beauty shop, next to the Sidelines Bar.

Day 6*

The aging 45-foot double-ended sloop Wakan decomposing but still afloat at Woodley Island, Eureka, California. *Yes, Day 6 of a 5-day challenge. I can’t stop! The rest of the story: Just days after posting this photo, the Lost Coast Journal ran a story featuring the Wakan and other old, unwanted boats, destroyed at Field’s Landing. See “Like a Funeral,” Dec. 3, 2014

Day’s End

A Beach Built for Strolling

Rubber Plant

Surf

Seastack Mist

The Garden Gate

Beach Bunnies

Kayaker

Kayaker surfs Old Home Beach.

Morning Beachwalk

College Cove

Evening Stroll

Who says sunset has to be a big orange ball? End-of-day on Trinidad State Beach.

Family Oar

Flying Machine

Rock Art

Petrified kraken?

Rock art work-in-progress on Home Beach, and detail.