tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52978468187311856392024-03-04T22:58:30.681-08:00Winding Light: My Journey With PhotographyJoe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-2714121709370348542009-07-30T14:52:00.001-07:002009-12-06T14:10:28.699-08:00Whip Man, Tamkaliks Pow Wow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SxwrhnOFHBI/AAAAAAAABDg/WpI0WDuFzSk/s1600-h/final1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SxwrhnOFHBI/AAAAAAAABDg/WpI0WDuFzSk/s400/final1.jpg" /></a><br />
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The "Whip Man" takes to the arbor floor during final ceremonies of the Tamkaliks Pow Wow and Friendship Feast of 2009. This celebration, which takes place in the historic Wallowa Valley of Eastern Oregon, is the annual homecoming pow wow hosted by descendants of Chief Joseph's family and Wallowa Band (Niimipu) members of the Nez Perce Tribe. The Tamkaliks Pow Wow, the Nez Perce Tribal Fisheries instrumental involvement in building healthy Salmon populations in Wallowa County, and local land grants and park developments involving the Nez Perce Tribe all represent a long awaited homecoming as well as the dying wish of Chief Joseph for his people to return to their homeland. Until the end of his days Joseph worked and pleaded with the U.S. Government to return his people to their beloved Wallowa (Land Of Winding Waters) beneath the mountains. Now finally, they have come home.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-59395641677840760742009-07-30T14:52:00.000-07:002009-12-06T14:12:13.063-08:00Honored Veterans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWDVZzq2KpfdeJz3Tcdx58wFbV1q6iqrk_ixC39CXgRR8L1rpcXbogUu9-eJAlNWkjEqdkmN89iEkH4aHuEKuDCjAgqkuoG4Cc2CbG2mCJFE0XUmedKDzZrF-TMY-t3mRTMchNe_gd3Bq/s1600-h/larry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWDVZzq2KpfdeJz3Tcdx58wFbV1q6iqrk_ixC39CXgRR8L1rpcXbogUu9-eJAlNWkjEqdkmN89iEkH4aHuEKuDCjAgqkuoG4Cc2CbG2mCJFE0XUmedKDzZrF-TMY-t3mRTMchNe_gd3Bq/s400/larry.jpg" /></a><br />
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The sun drops as the Veteran's Dance begins on opening night of Tamkaliks, 2009. Veterans are an important and respected part of the Native community. Native Americans have the highest percentage of military enrollment per capita out of any ethnic group in The United States. This almost seems ironic, but really when you think about it who better to defend this beautiful land?Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-55022527038174015222009-07-30T02:49:00.000-07:002009-10-19T02:30:01.325-07:00Honoring The Veterans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFuLXAw-dI/AAAAAAAAA6k/O7ttbJD14J8/s1600-h/tamk09.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFuLXAw-dI/AAAAAAAAA6k/O7ttbJD14J8/s400/tamk09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364189772609812946" /></a><br />
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A dancer in his regalia watches the Elder Veterans take to the arbor floor during the Veteran's Dance on opening night of Tamkaliks.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-75935390457361377182009-07-30T02:48:00.000-07:002009-12-06T14:03:52.553-08:00Chicken Dance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRImiMGCKX4xLueQpG64xuBWJmhbBmthOxVYovFdEZpDIagnguWRPFjD3CYm3ZIiumk-BOyCzDUWoAWeq6pG2Nw2uk35ft_RxMoLAwK0ly6vx_wzzWd8VkjTpOzVxjrMmPgt0b-MsPp7bW/s1600-h/chickendance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRImiMGCKX4xLueQpG64xuBWJmhbBmthOxVYovFdEZpDIagnguWRPFjD3CYm3ZIiumk-BOyCzDUWoAWeq6pG2Nw2uk35ft_RxMoLAwK0ly6vx_wzzWd8VkjTpOzVxjrMmPgt0b-MsPp7bW/s400/chickendance.jpg" /></a><br />
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A young dancer performs the Chicken Dance on the final night of the Tamkaliks Pow Wow, 2009.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-17241803159564922942009-07-30T02:47:00.000-07:002009-12-06T14:44:52.628-08:00Eagle Chief<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SxwqnjEnKRI/AAAAAAAABDY/BImUm4tgNI0/s1600-h/stevereuben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SxwqnjEnKRI/AAAAAAAABDY/BImUm4tgNI0/s400/stevereuben.jpg" /></a><br />
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Niimipu Eagle Chief Steve Reubens takes to the arbor floor during the Tamkaliks Pow Wow of 2009.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-3346906900607604582009-07-30T02:44:00.000-07:002009-12-06T13:59:06.355-08:00Veteran's Dance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/Sxwo57ksBJI/AAAAAAAABDA/QlKexu_YX6M/s1600-h/veteranelder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/Sxwo57ksBJI/AAAAAAAABDA/QlKexu_YX6M/s400/veteranelder.jpg" /></a><br />
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A Nez Perce Elder participates in the Veteran's Dance. Tamkaliks Pow Wow, 2009.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-66129557697787884742009-07-30T02:42:00.000-07:002009-10-19T01:45:23.790-07:00Faces of The Niimipu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEabF64Q0Vfebf-gmtnM7_n2ldB9JQLB8aSbEhq08_nb3Ma87xCF3qL9_UNPdtxY9yNLOQENjnW-eMjx6wCK1FR0a7Lv3wBsDU37Ii4F8L20R0_kTozcaIUkIfX5ivNLOXGR_UpfxiZFR/s1600-h/faces.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEabF64Q0Vfebf-gmtnM7_n2ldB9JQLB8aSbEhq08_nb3Ma87xCF3qL9_UNPdtxY9yNLOQENjnW-eMjx6wCK1FR0a7Lv3wBsDU37Ii4F8L20R0_kTozcaIUkIfX5ivNLOXGR_UpfxiZFR/s400/faces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364186435674268738" /></a><br />
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Wallowa Band (Niimipu) Nez Perce tribal members dance in their homeland once again.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-69461197303904437382009-07-30T02:39:00.000-07:002009-10-19T00:56:49.072-07:00Among Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFqh1bG3TI/AAAAAAAAA58/0dCR9W39vCk/s1600-h/handshake.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFqh1bG3TI/AAAAAAAAA58/0dCR9W39vCk/s400/handshake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364185760683973938" /></a><br />
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Nez Perce Eagle Chief Steve Reubens greets a friend during the Tamkaliks Pow Wow and Friendship Feast of 2009. It is a happy homecoming weekend filled with smiles, old friends, good food, and lots of traditional dancing, drumming, and singing.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-79050888625750185922009-07-30T02:36:00.000-07:002009-10-19T01:48:21.322-07:00Homecoming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFqMWsYSGI/AAAAAAAAA50/cIoKe9XsKyU/s1600-h/paul1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFqMWsYSGI/AAAAAAAAA50/cIoKe9XsKyU/s400/paul1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364185391657666658" /></a><br />
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A young Niimipu dancer stands with Paul Howard, great grandson of General O.O. Howard, the general tasked with evicting Chief Joseph and his people from the beautiful Wallowa Valley of Eastern Oregon. Years ago Paul showed up at the Tamkaliks Homecoming Pow Wow and Friendship Feast with long hair just like this, and asked to have it cut off in a ceremony of atonement for the tragic eviction his ancestor executed. (The cutting of hair is considered a thing of sacrifice and grief in many tribal cultures.) Paul has been returning to Tamkaliks ever since, and his hair is now fully re-grown.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-69726538465134022072009-07-30T02:22:00.000-07:002009-10-19T02:39:09.570-07:00River Traditions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFoZrrleXI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bPOeyoi5Wpo/s1600-h/elevi2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFoZrrleXI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bPOeyoi5Wpo/s400/elevi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364183421606525298" /></a><br />
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Traditional Nez Perce fisherman Levi Carson uses his net pole to guide him out into the rushing Imnaha River, finding the underwater pathways traveled by Salmon returning to their spawning grounds. The Nez Perce have been fishing this river for thousands of years just like this. The knowledge of how, when, and where they run is passed down from generation to generation.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-20087931785585883202009-07-30T02:00:00.000-07:002009-10-19T01:32:13.931-07:00Levi Fishes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUhG0S1sJWBt3K5gt9KmA5IgrDbsnl0wgoM5iW7Qa67AZTFy7GC-46QA0HIPEHe0vWO79qUoJfjwXmTIt_JTPMnB0myIuQRg_kU6RFx7Un8HlGK1S-K5KV6tXRSTt0p39m7AQe5OYZRk7/s1600-h/levi1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUhG0S1sJWBt3K5gt9KmA5IgrDbsnl0wgoM5iW7Qa67AZTFy7GC-46QA0HIPEHe0vWO79qUoJfjwXmTIt_JTPMnB0myIuQRg_kU6RFx7Un8HlGK1S-K5KV6tXRSTt0p39m7AQe5OYZRk7/s400/levi1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364176685676777074" /></a><br />
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Nez Perce fisherman Levi Carson casts his net into the Imnaha River that flows out of the Wallowa Mountains and into the mighty Snake River. The Nez Perce have fished Salmon from this river for generations upon generations, and have passed down the knowledge of where exactly in the river the Salmon will swim on their way home to their mountain spawning grounds. These nets used to be made from leather as opposed to nylon, otherwise this process is the same as it was a thousand years ago. In present day, the Nez Perce Tribal Fisheries has been instrumental in restoring a healthy Salmon run to the rivers of Eastern Oregon's Wallowa County. Now once again their children are fed with fresh Wallowa Mountain Salmon.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-58658583532607829972009-07-30T01:56:00.000-07:002009-10-17T03:23:09.494-07:00On The Way To Echo Lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFo_Zet4pI/AAAAAAAAA5s/JtOhWJx0mKQ/s1600-h/echolake.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFo_Zet4pI/AAAAAAAAA5s/JtOhWJx0mKQ/s400/echolake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364184069555741330" /></a><br />
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This was on a pack load trail run up towards Echo Lake in the Eagle Cap Wilderness this Summer. There were many fallen trees across the trail from last winter, which certainly made for a challenging trail run! (Not too mention that trail is viciously steep in some spots.) The soft light pouring across this lush cascade was enough to make me pause and get lost in the forest for a moment...Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-35485113622707481672009-07-30T01:55:00.000-07:002009-10-13T02:15:02.477-07:00Miss Shirley's Buckleshiners<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYl3grxvUykC_KHlOIO3-uFnR22xHztc6e0LV9Shc9gj1R7mPvyXXHP0MP4dXA18biLA9mR0w3ZQDG-NHyMh1bm3llZRQ8ZIu8JclhS4xt9w79DHiRzyznhNY-8tpihfj5S1LtA3ch-M3k/s1600-h/matt2.2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYl3grxvUykC_KHlOIO3-uFnR22xHztc6e0LV9Shc9gj1R7mPvyXXHP0MP4dXA18biLA9mR0w3ZQDG-NHyMh1bm3llZRQ8ZIu8JclhS4xt9w79DHiRzyznhNY-8tpihfj5S1LtA3ch-M3k/s400/matt2.2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364175165824046930" /></a><br />
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My friend Matt Bell playing some of his good ol' timey Jazz tunes at the Terminal Gravity Brew Pub in Enterprise, Oregon, home of the famous TG IPA and some pretty good food as well!Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-40801782315995192792009-07-30T01:50:00.000-07:002009-10-13T01:54:10.691-07:00Independence Day at Wallowa Lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFf3EfY2MI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ztG9j9MpNFA/s1600-h/1july4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFf3EfY2MI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ztG9j9MpNFA/s400/1july4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364174030877808834" /></a><br />
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A shot of the annual fireworks over Wallowa Lake with a full Moon on the Fourth of July this year. Hundreds of people gather on the beach to watch, and many more around the lake.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-2550150522414984432009-07-30T01:38:00.000-07:002009-10-13T01:04:03.460-07:00The Sun Arrives<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFcXFvQc3I/AAAAAAAAA4o/WgEEkHW_wAs/s1600-h/rubysrv0026.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFcXFvQc3I/AAAAAAAAA4o/WgEEkHW_wAs/s400/rubysrv0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364170182922105714" /></a><br />
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The sun finally rises above Ruby Peak after a long cold night of "survival practice". <br />
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Carrying nothing but our day hiking gear, my friend Justin Sullivan and I traversed Ruby Peak in the Wallowa Mountain Range and made a shelter on its South Ridge and spent the night. This kind of camping is fun if the weather is friendly, and good practice for an unplanned or emergency stay in the wilderness.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-6518497889586687072009-07-30T01:37:00.000-07:002009-10-19T01:58:19.079-07:00The Sun Approaches<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFb_z8mipI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7rWulEcCROc/s1600-h/rubysrv0020.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFb_z8mipI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7rWulEcCROc/s400/rubysrv0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364169783009249938" /></a><br />
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Rich color seeping over the horizon and into the Eastern sky is often a welcome and awaited event after a cold night in the wilderness.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-83321141751713461212009-07-30T01:34:00.000-07:002009-10-13T00:33:41.152-07:00Not Too Dark On Ruby Peak<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFavadNInI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7WKnc2CiFgo/s1600-h/rubysrv0016.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFavadNInI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7WKnc2CiFgo/s400/rubysrv0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364168401777140338" /></a><br />
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Piercing through a dappled veil of clouds, moonlight washes over the mountainside. An occasional moth flutters toward our headlamps, while a cool night breeze carries up the scents and sounds of the darkened woods below.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-58254690426867149512009-07-30T01:33:00.000-07:002009-10-13T01:06:54.250-07:00In The Dark<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFbGohtz6I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/995vYl6xJ4A/s1600-h/rubysrv0010.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFbGohtz6I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/995vYl6xJ4A/s400/rubysrv0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364168800691146658" /></a><br />
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A fire burns on the mountain, providing warmth and comfort to wanderers in the forest on a dark night. One hesitates to venture out past it's protective glow...Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-57682225617164624532009-07-30T01:31:00.000-07:002009-10-23T16:17:57.153-07:00Night Falls On Ruby Peak<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFadzhB5lI/AAAAAAAAA4I/v2E2fKCKqvk/s1600-h/rubysrv0005.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFadzhB5lI/AAAAAAAAA4I/v2E2fKCKqvk/s400/rubysrv0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364168099266422354" /></a><br />
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A darkened forest falls quiet with the arrival of night...yet soon reborn with the first twinkling of the stars in the clear mountain sky. New life, found in the glimmers and shadows of rocks and limbs, will awaken, roused by the sprawling Milky Way above and the bright Moon beside it...Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-84058411521445605662009-07-30T01:28:00.000-07:002009-10-12T23:39:14.958-07:00Night Falls On Ruby Peak II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0opXP2fICIg0SG_P0Sf28IpD8SPb18aZjzlVvRfgY2UX6s0EerCzjZEbMKwDUPFHxvSSWzdXx_7UcYLWq6UXNAaauRZkgXQiAWGTsK9LyIC_XopeKvethzknwAw_IX7sqxmXDrYh6lPc/s1600-h/rubysrv0006.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0opXP2fICIg0SG_P0Sf28IpD8SPb18aZjzlVvRfgY2UX6s0EerCzjZEbMKwDUPFHxvSSWzdXx_7UcYLWq6UXNAaauRZkgXQiAWGTsK9LyIC_XopeKvethzknwAw_IX7sqxmXDrYh6lPc/s400/rubysrv0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364167568011456930" /></a><br />
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Night arrives in splendid color on the Western slopes of Ruby Peak.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-9999281567773874962009-07-30T01:27:00.000-07:002009-10-12T23:40:33.890-07:00Night Falls On Ruby Peak III<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFZqjvxBNI/AAAAAAAAA34/mArEJO1WemQ/s1600-h/pano.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFZqjvxBNI/AAAAAAAAA34/mArEJO1WemQ/s400/pano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364167218859934930" /></a><br />
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The Western ridges of the Wallowa Mountain Range stretch toward the setting sun and the distant valley as night settles on the forest.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-45977974187684266552009-07-30T01:24:00.000-07:002009-10-13T01:09:11.829-07:00Heading For Shelter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFZP68JHEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/pMkKqYDIUTo/s1600-h/rubysrv0003.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFZP68JHEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/pMkKqYDIUTo/s400/rubysrv0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364166761229392962" /></a><br />
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Heading down towards the treeline to construct a survival shelter and make a stand against the approaching night.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-9180594315175118662009-07-30T01:18:00.000-07:002009-10-12T23:31:47.912-07:00Ruby Peak Survival Exercise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFYIf2094I/AAAAAAAAA3o/aGdcDEFaj-w/s1600-h/rubysrv0002.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SnFYIf2094I/AAAAAAAAA3o/aGdcDEFaj-w/s400/rubysrv0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364165534188631938" /></a><br />
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Justin looking off the South Ridge of Ruby Peak during our traverse over it to make a "survival camp" near the treeline at about 8,000 feet elevation. <br />
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Sometimes we will go out with only the supplies you would normally take on a short day hike and spend the night in the wilderness for fun, and practice in case the situation ever arises unplanned. Usually supplies consist of a couple bottles of water, some snacks, matches-lighters, assorted warm clothes, 1 folded pocket sized rain parka and 2 folded pocket sized heat reflective emergency "space blankets" (which can both be found anywhere camping gear is sold, and cost a couple dollars), a pack, rubber bands or duct tape, a knife, and of course my camera. These are things I never go hiking without, for any amount of time. They are also things I can make a sufficient enough camp to survive at least one night in almost any kind of conditions. I have had to test these tools unplanned on more than one occasion. (I will say that the planned "practice" exercises interestingly enough usually take place when the weather forecast is good!)Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-84767868637085768072009-07-30T01:16:00.000-07:002009-10-13T01:17:12.827-07:00Monday Afternoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SjjEEXXYOyI/AAAAAAAAArw/g5qHYkij0pY/s1600-h/valley1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SjjEEXXYOyI/AAAAAAAAArw/g5qHYkij0pY/s400/valley1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348240136773057314" /></a><br />
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Heavy June clouds dapple the Wallowa Valley with ever changing shadow, filtering afternoon sunlight into grand pools of color and warmth, then drifting over the land to shed their life giving waters on earth and field.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297846818731185639.post-73732931218376300202009-07-30T01:15:00.000-07:002009-10-19T02:03:51.069-07:00Wallowa Valley Afternoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SjtN6GPYmpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/if2RumHAJhs/s1600-h/valley8.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG6laWHyNOw/SjtN6GPYmpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/if2RumHAJhs/s400/valley8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348954642935487122" /></a><br />
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Warm light breaks through valley mist that hovers beside the Wallowa Mountains and water laden clouds sail away to share their payload with the landscape.Joe Whittle Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01583046802296399544noreply@blogger.com0