Sunday, July 8, 2012

Walking Safely Along the Border

by Steve Reiss (Dalmdad Landscape Photography - www.dalmdad.com and https://www.facebook.com/Dalmdad.)

July 7, 2012 - Imperial Beach, California - The gate was supposed to be open at Border Fields State Park.  But it was not.  After using the port-a-potty, and watching some bike and horse riders prepping, I decided to do the walk, eventhough I had no idea how long it was.  So, I put on my hat, filled my pockets with drinks and power bars, set the pedometer and started some White Zombie.

There are absolutely no trees along the trail, so its entirely open to the sun.  It was in the high 70's (I guess).  The path is wide (vehicular path) and pretty much parallels the international border between US and Mexico.  Since the road is closed to vehicles, the admission booth is abandoned.


I knew I could not turn back, when I saw this.  I mean training wheels?  Come on...


Walking along the path, there is no reason to feel unsafe.  The Border Patrol is everywhere.



Plus, there are actually a bunch of other folks along the trail.



 Not exactly the shoes for the path...

Views of Tijuana...

 Tijuana Bull Fighting Ring

  Tijuana Lighthouse

Flowers along the path... 





 Views of Monument Mesa and from Monument Mesa...

Looking north towards San Diego
 Looking down on La Playa (aka beach)
 Looking at the border fences

 Views along the beach...


  Border fence also acting as breakwater.

 Long walk for a preggers.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Juried into 2012 Orange County Fair

by Steve Reiss (Dalmdad Landscape Photography - www.dalmdad.com and https://www.facebook.com/Dalmdad.)

We had three photos juried into the 2012 Orange County Fair, to be held July 13 - August 12 at the Orange County Fairgrounds in Costa Mesa, CA.

Let's hope for a win!!  Come out and support us!

Roy's Cabins
Snowy April

Sunset in the Desert
 

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Horseback on the Hill

by Steve Reiss (Dalmdad Landscape Photography - www.dalmdad.com and https://www.facebook.com/Dalmdad.)



Its been more than six years since the last time we went horseback riding.  That ride was on the sand along the beach in Northern California (Fort Bragg, CA).  In Southern California, it is illegal to ride a horse on the beach.


On June 9, 2012, as part of our 21st anniversary festivities, we had a great, reasonably priced ($50/hr per person plus optional gratuity) horseback riding experience with Wagon Wheel Ranch on the hill in Palos Verdes.  Yes!  No weight limits!

Getting ready to ride...
Stable area was very clean; no worries about
dirty mis-steps.

 
  Steve with Dolly/Joanie with Segar 
(look how long Joanie's hair is!)
These horses were immaculately clean - no flies.


Crossing the street (Trail-guide Joy on left; trail guide Lucy leading us and taking the pictures.  Fun group!)


Just us and the travel guides (nice small group!)



Trail-guide Joy getting Joanie's dropped IPhon.


 Overlooking Torrence from top of the hill...


Why does it look like I am riding a pony?

On our way back...

  Trail-guide Lucy from the Czech Republic with kitten for sale 
and my baby camera hanging from her wrist...

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So, if you live in the LA/OC areas and are looking for something different and exciting to do, call Pat at WWR at (310) 567-3582, and schedule a ride.  We are planning on going back very soon and have already convinced at least one friend to come along.

After your ride, we also recommend that you drive down the hill to Redondo Beach and have the Baja Fish tacos while sitting outside at Mickie Finnz.


Saturday, June 2, 2012

Monday, May 28, 2012

Sunset in Death Valley


 by Steve Reiss (Dalmdad Landscape Photography - www.dalmdad.com and https://www.facebook.com/Dalmdad.)

May, 2009: We were somewhere near nowhere on a hard gravel road in the back-country of Ash Meadows National Wildlife Refuge in Nevada, when it was seen
 
This oasis image taken at Ash Meadows is for sale at our online gallery on 16" by 20" canvas. 


I have been told this is a gopher snake.  When we saw it slithering across the road, we had no clue as to what kind of snake it was or whether it was venomous.  I am guessing that there are two types of people when it comes to seeing new, possibly dangerous animals: there are those people that run the other way and there are those people that try to sneak closer for a better look.  Unfortunately, I am in the latter group.   

The picture gives a pretty close and detailed view, but I was a safe distance away, using a Nikon 300 mm lens and plenty of cropping.  There was just not enough time to swap out the 300 mm lens for the 600 mm we had rented for the trip.  If you are in Orange County, I strongly recommend Samy's Camera in Santa Ana. They always have whatever equipment you may want to use but not ready or willing to buy.


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Anyway, it was approaching dinner time; our dinner time, not the snake's.  So,we needed to make a dinner decision.  We decided to head from Ash Meadows to Pahrump, NV to see what we could find.  Furnace Creek is the place to stay in Death Valley (unless you are camping), and the place to eat in Death Valley.  However, options are very slim in the Furnace Creek Area (population 24 and decreasing).

I guess we expected too much from poor little Pahrump (population between 36,000 and 42,000 depending on the source).  Pahrump was briefly in the national news when ex-Madame Heidi Fleiss  announced she was going to start a brothel in Pahrump that catered to women.  While her brothel plan was abandoned, there are still two active "conventional" brothels in Pahrump (Chicken Ranch and Sheri's Ranch).

We drove back and forth down NV160, Pahrump's main drag maybe two or three times, eliminating the fast food choices and hopelessly searching for something better.  There was nothing better.  So, we wound up at a buffet at one of the casinos in town; I forget the name of the casino all these years later.  The casino was not the typical Vegas-style casino.  It was not even the typical Temecula-style casino.   It was more like how I remember a mid- 90's Cherokee, North Carolina-style casino.  The Pahrump casino is probably glad I forgot its name.  Comparison to a mid-90's Cherokee, North Carolina-style casino is not great advertising.  All I remember of a mid-90's Cherokee, North Carolina casino is a lot of cigarette smoke, a prefab building or two, and an Indian in full tribal clothing demanding money to take a picture with him.

Despite my attempting to make the Pahrump casino buffet sound horrible, it was not.  First, we were charged $9 for the two of us, just for joining their preferred club (we knew we would never be back).  Second, the buffet had some of the best braised BBQ short ribs I ever had in my journeys to 47 of the 50 states.  I think that was all I ate that evening: ribs, ribs, and more ribs.

After dinner, we made the left off of NV160 onto Belle Vista Road and headed west out of Pahrump and towards Furnace Creek – a short 61 mile hop!  It was not long before the sky started to dazzle.

At first, we just thought it was going to be a simple color show.

How wrong we were!

The sky started showing off; becoming more and more dramatic until "forcing" me to pull over and take pictures.  There would have been no way to rightfully call myself a landscape photographer if I let this sky go undocumented.

A print of this dramatic sunset in Death Valley is available for sale at our online gallery.
Do you think the clouds look like a dragon, horse, or sea-horse?

During the first of photograph stop, when I got out of the truck my first surprise was the weather.  It was not scorchingly hot and there was actually a cool, comfortable breeze.  The breeze was comfortable enough that we shut the a/c and drove with just the windows open.

We reached Death Valley Junction (DJV), which is eerily empty enough during the day without a dramatic sunset throwing off wild colors.   We have passed through DVJ a number of times and it seemed on each trip through to be a ghost town.  We knew of the Amargosa Opera House, which dancer and artist Marta Becket had ran since she arrived in DVJ from NYC in 1967.  But still, the only live thing we ever saw in DVJ was a roadrunner running across a concrete slab, and that was back in 2005!  While doing some research for this post, I came across a very good movie, Amargosa, about Marta and DVJ.  Even if you are not especially interested in Death Valley, I highly recommend the movie.  Considering the movie showed the opera house, hotel, and wild burro preserve were all active to some degree, I remain surprised to have never actually seen anyone in DVJ. 
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After passing through DVJ, we quickly noticed something.  No, the road did not lead us to some secret military base.  The outside temperature began increasing-- rapidly increasing.  Indeed, the a/c quickly went back on.  The temperature was going up faster than the sun was going down!  This is probably because Pahrump is at an elevation of 2041 ft and Furnace Creek is at an elevation of -190 ft.  As an example, the typical temperature difference between Dante's View in Death Valley (5475 ft.) and Badwater in Death Valley (-282 ft) is a whopping 25 degrees F.

CA190 swung northwest as we approached Furnace Creek.  We passed Dante's View Road, where earlier this morning we did the whole sunrise watching thing --getting up at 4:30 am and making the drive to Dante's View (maybe we will post about this another time).  As we approached the Badwater/Furnace Creek turn-off, it was now officially a scorcher.  Despite the scorching temperature (Furnace Creek holds several temperature records such as 134F on 07/13/1913), I got out to take the last of the day's pictures.


How can a lot of heat detract you from the "big picture"!
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Ash Meadows is part of Death Valley National Park and contains several oases and an interesting mix of animals.
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If you would like to read a more comical, but fictional piece, about golfing in Furnace Creek, please read our posts at DesertUSA named: Who's Kidding Who: Part One and Who's Kidding Who: Part Two.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

King of the Desert?


by Steve Reiss (Dalmdad Landscape Photography - www.dalmdad.com and https://www.facebook.com/Dalmdad.)

Tradition says the lion is the "king of the jungle."  Other traditions go even further and say the lion is the "king of all beasts".  While I may accept that “king of the jungle” stuff because I do not live in the jungle, I object to the characterization that the lion is king of all beasts. The lion is certainly not the "king of the desert."  I am the king of the desert! Who else could hold such a title?  A chuckwalla?  I think not.

 Chuckwalla...King of the Desert? Not quite.

Gila Monster...King of the Desert? Scary name and venomous...  Maybe, but nah!

We are the few able to climb up the steep unstable walls of the desert valleys and sit up on the rock perches far above the road.  Sometimes we will look down on you or, on other occasions, we may flat out ignore you and look over our desert. 
 King of the Desert!  Male Bighorn Sheep (Ram)

Coyotes can't reach us; cougars can’t reach us; you humans certainly can’t reach us.  But, I can tease you all with my stoic downward looking gaze.  My huge curling horns (sometimes weighing more than 30 lbs.) and expressionless face may give you the impression that I exist for the sole purpose of you photographing me.  However, to make it clear who is in charge, I frequently make taking my picture extra difficult by sitting up on the rocks with the sun to my back, placing me in a dark, cool shadow.

Montezuma Grade, the road leading down into and up out of the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park Valley Floor is a popular place for us to roam around and be seen.  Our other grazing and watering areas near Lower Willows in Coyote Canyon are much more remote and closed to vehicle traffic.  At a pull-off about half-way down the grade and looking due east over the entire Anza-Borrego valley floor and toward the Salton Sea on the horizon in the distance, I have seen some kind of board with a picture of one of my distant relatives on it.
My Typical View From Crawford Overlook on Montezuma Grade..Salton Sea and Glamis Sand Dunes at the Horizon

I cannot read the native language of the writing of the board, but I am guessing the board is a sign telling the reader this is ovis canadensis (big horn sheep) territory.

I am forced to wear a green collar.  I did not get to pick the color or approve the placement of the collar on me.  I would have shown my disapproval to its placement on me by gently nibbling or firmly biting, if the need be the fingers of the ranger who collared me.  However, the ranger drugged me from a distance with a chemical dart shot from a rifle a distance away.  The ranger lacked the guts to try and approach me and drug me directly. 

Note: Gila Monster drawing from Wikimedia Commons.