Before continuing with the account of our Alaska Cruise, 2012, I should mention I edited the last post to add a couple of videos shot as we were leaving Seattle. They show the view from inside the mini-suite and from the balcony while under sail. The videos can be seen by clicking on the following links. Sailing I, and Sailing II, or go to the actual post.
Right! On with the narrative.
Can’t see much, but through the magic of shooting RAW, Lightroom post-processing, and my ability to move a couple of sliders . . .
“You just waited until it got lighter!!“
“Ah, Grasshopper, you give me more credit than I deserve. Here’s one shot after the ones above.“
“That is the power of RAW . . . You see, Grasshopper, you can either be a good photographer, or fake it. I’ll let you in on a secret; faking it is a tad more work, but you don’t have to learn all that photography techno-babble-mumbo-jumbo.”
“Proper exposure . . . bah! Who needs it, when you can shoot RAW!“
There are a few more photos of the early morning Ketchikan in the 219 photos gallery at SmugMug (HERE). Probably few will go there, but for some of the photos (I will link which ones), you will want to go there. Then again, few ever listen, and 219 can sound daunting. But remember, you don’t have to examine each and every one.
We would be flying in a de Havilland Beaver, the Lady Esther, piloted by Michelle Masden. I could say stuff about the place, the plane, the pilot, but those interested should click on the links. More info than I can adequately present here without straining the attention span of the majority of readers.
We ate breakfast, and left the ship. Our quest was the fabled “Rain Gauge”, for that is where we would meet to go to the plane.
As it turns out, the weather had us socked in, and the tour would be delayed an hour or so. An hour to shoot pictures of the surrounding area. As clouds broke and regathered, light conditions changed, but that just added to the fun. Here we go . . .
Perfect for trying some HDR shots. For them not familiar, multiple shots of varying exposures combined to show both highlights and shadows details.
There were float planes coming and going, and I Photographed some. We were still waiting because our inland destination was still socked-in.
Side note . . . planes have numbers on them. N-numbers. You can go to this link, enter the number, and it tells you who owns and operates it. The N-number of the above plane is N1108Q. Neat, eh? OK, maybe not so neat, but I like it.
The big strip on the back is the runway of the airport. Below is an Alaska Airline flight coming in.
The Rock sits on the pier, and commemorates people associated with the history of the area. I could not find much about it aside what you can learn HERE.
There is an Elder Native Woman, but I did not take a close-up of her (lighting, shadows, crappy photographer, etc.). I meant to do it when the sun hit her, but we got called for the tour.
Of all those, I was most taken by The Miner. He looked like a poor bastard carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Of all the figures, he was the only one looking as if paying the heavy toll of life.
I also tried my hand at “artistic” shots . . .
. . . more boats photos . . .
. . . more plane photos (N87597).
Food places (the name sounded good . . . but it was a bar) . . .
I even tried to capture the drama and promise of shopping . . .
But, finally, we were called for the tour. It turned out the plane was the one visible in the first photos from the ship. Here; I’ll refresh your memory . . .
She was manufactured in 1958 . . . a tad shy of my own ripe age. I appreciated the spirit of Alaska . . . the engine was running, the propeller near invisible, and nary a barrier between us and the certainty of being sliced and diced. My kind of people; if you’re too stupid to keep away from the prop, you probably should be eliminated from the gene pool . . . of course, it might hurt the prop. Were it me, I might have put a cone there; props are expensive. Not to mention having to clean brains and guts from the floating dock . . . well . . . guts, at least.
Preparations were made . . .
. . . and I took the opportunity to shoot under the permanent dock. It was low tide, so a lot of stuff was exposed.
Soon after the plane was fueled, we were ready to board.
Ms. Masden, our pilot, asked if anyone wanted to sit in the back. She mentioned, eying the equipment I was lugging, that it was cramped, but offered the best opportunity to photograph stuff, as one could slide from side to side. The weight requirement was 180 pounds or less (has to do with balancing the plane). As no one stepped forward, I offered my 175 pound body up for sacrifice.
Then I remembered . . . I carry 25 pounds of gear. I stopped, and explained about the gear. My big puppy eyes must have softened her heart because she said “It’s OK, get in there.” The woman is a saint.
Let me tell you . . . I’m a small guy, and I was cramped. Not width-wise; I had a foot of clearance on either side, but my knees were at the same height as my chest, and it was difficult to move, even to reach down to my camera bag, which had to be secured. Still, I did have a great view.
And here we go!
I’m going to stop this post here because I’ve already exceeded the attention span of most people. The next post will cover the flight tour and the rest of the Ketchikan visit, but for now, thanks for visiting, and for them who be interested, the SmugMug Album (HERE) covers the photos for both this post, and the next. You might want to read the next post before going there.
. . . or not, because the pictures do look amazing on SmugMug.
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