written the evening of;
an entire arm of the lake has pretty much dried up and I've been watching and trying to figure out how to shoot it. I say dry and it looks dry but this is land that has been underwater for decades. it's a bit muddy under the crust for quite a few feet. even with no clouds and the prospect of the light going high contrast rather quickly, I felt the need to get out and shoot. so I dawned my muck boots and went for my first attempt. much to my delight the night had been cold enough that the top was frozen solid. I boldly ventured forth marveling at the artifacts that were not so long ago covered by the waves. There was a duel set of tires and wheels from a semi... I imagine it was quite a sight the day they shot off the bridge at 50 mph. I thought to myself that this was going better than I thought it might as I passed the remains of of a catfish stripped of everything but the spine and head. so further and further I went... discoveries abound. the morning was a mild one, not a soul around and the warmth of the rising sun made it a most pleasant sojourn.
I found myself here and set the tripod up just inches from the ground, laid down and began shooting in earnest. I was pretty happy, shooting a few images here... crawling over and shooting a few there. the branches and ground are covered with frost glittering in the morning sun. right after this shot I'm wondering why the crack on the bottom left corner isn't there any more. I know that I hadn't bumped the camera. in quick succession I also wonder why my knees... then elbows... then chest feel suddenly cold.
I suppose sometimes I don't think things through... the flats were thawing and I had broken through the crust.
I push up to my knees, my front covered in half frozen mud. then my right knee promptly sucks down into the mud. at this stage it occurs to me it would be a good time to leave. I begin leaning back to break the suction. I grab my tripod and camera as my knees break loose and use it to help me stand. of course as I stand both of my feet go about a foot and a half deep into the mud. I balance on my tripod (thank you manfrotto!) and pull my right foot out... unfortunately it wasn't wearing a muck boot. so one foot buried, one foot in air and the rest of me leaning on the tripod I reach in and pull it out. For the next five minutes or so, this ballet of the absurd continues as I slowly work myself to an area still in the shade. there was much swearing involved in this process... but as I was standing on the hard crust I found myself grinning.
I suppose there's still a lot of eastern oklahoma left in me... 'cause that shit was fun.
now... I think I'll go put on some more mentholatum ointment.
----------I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed.
I've been havin' some hard travelin', way down the road.
I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'.
I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord.
I've been ridin' them fast rattlers, I thought you knowed
I've been ridin' them flat wheelers, way down the road
I've been ridin' them blind passengers, dead-enders, kickin' up cinders
I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been hittin' some hard-rock minin', I thought you knowed
I've been leanin' on a pressure drill, way down the road
Hammer flyin', air-hose suckin', six foot of mud and I shore been a muckin'
And I've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord [link]