A Past Life…Well, Maybe…

I had never gone to a shoot with the purpose of taking a photojournalism shot until this particular Sunday. When posed with the task I knew exactly what I wanted to photograph. You see, before venturing into the world of Professional Photography, I was a Forest Technologist. More specifically, I was a VRI Air Photo Interpreter. Basically, I counted trees…and estimated things like species, age, height, etc., from aerial photographs. It sounds involved, and it is. My brain used to hurt at the end of the day. But all that brain hurting was worth it when field work season rolled around. I got to travel to places I would never have gone, wander around in the forest measuring and getting to know trees. Have I mentioned the helicopters yet? Oh yes, there were many glorious hours in helicopters. At the end of projects you do get exhausted and sore. You miss home and your own bed. You want to exterminate every mosquito on the planet, and the thought of walking up a hill over blow-down in caulk boots makes you want to scream. But even on those mornings, when I didn’t know where the days energy was going to come from, the vibration and sound of sitting in a Bell 206B about to lift off always made me grin uncontrollably. I love it! I have a special place in my heart for working in the woods, so I knew exactly what I wanted to photograph. Now I just needed a model! I recruited a co-worker, who has an interest in photography, and I knew would be up for it. Yari! We found the spot…it was perfect! Beautiful light coming down through the tall trees, and a beautiful Sitka Spruce. Yari measured the tree and I photographed. I got a bunch of great shots, but this was the winner.