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Southern Oregon Coast in Winter

Richard LeBlond

These photos were taken on the same December day, along the coast in southern Oregon from Brookings north to Port Orford. —RB

Match Light -Richard LeBlond

 match light

The camera loves lousy weather, and I had trouble keeping its head out of the rain. Inspiration is a notorious risk-taker. For some of these photos, I might as well have been using black-and-white film. This one may not even be seeable. It shows how eager (or impatient) I was to get started. The breakfast waitress in Brookings told me the sun wouldn’t rise until May, so at 7 a.m. I lit a match. And this isn’t even Oregon. It’s California, just over the border. I swear all the others are in Oregon. (Oh god, it isn’t even winter, really. It’s December 17.)

almost opalescent -Richard_LeBlond

almost opalescent

There is a hint in the light of the Hudson River School.

Dressed for Wet - Richard_LeBlond

dressed for wet

She has come from Germany, and is on her way to see the seals.

It was a drak and stormy day -Richard_LeBlond

 “It was a dark and stormy day …”


Undulations Richard_LeBlon

undulations

What interests me are the small, grass-covered dunes. I have seen this formation at a few places along the central and southern Oregon coast. The dunes look like folds in a furry mammal, maybe a mama grizzly.

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back to black and white

Beaches and monoliths are under assault by the release of stored energy from yesterday’s storm. The world is being remade.


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what the camera saw

I regard this as a once-in-a-lifetime photo, but not my lifetime. I get no credit for it. I didn’t even know I had taken it. I tried to catch the waves crashing on the Port Orford jetty. But my camera’s shutter button is a rebel and doesn’t click until it damn well wants to. I can only submit requests for quick-action photos. This is the last photo I took, the “I give up” photo. It wasn’t until that evening that I saw it, and discovered the camera doesn’t really need me.

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About Richard LeBlond

Richard LeBlond is a biologist living in North Carolina. Since his retirement from that state’s Natural Heritage Program in 2007, he has been writing about life experiences, travel to Europe and North Africa in the early 1970s, and more recent adventures in eastern Canada and the U.S. West. Photography has become an important addition. His essays and photographs have appeared in several U.S. and international journals.

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