Showing posts with label lightning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lightning. Show all posts

30 May 2019

All Hail Spring!


Winter's final blast leveled a lot of what was in my garden. Thankfully, most of the horizontal flowers and tomato plants were standing straight or at least crooked again within a couple of days.

And then came the hail...


We didn't have it as bad as the people east of us. We had pea-sized hail. Out east, they had tennis ball-sized hail. If the tiny hail tore up my irises and poppies, just imagine what that giant-sized hail must have done!


The moisture was fabulous. Last I heard, our mountains are above-average snowfall now for the year, first time in... who knows how long?

The storm made kids throughout the neighborhood happy.




Even though it shredded poppies.




Little birds hid.


Lupine filled its cups for dryer times.




The snow the week before had flattened most of the lupine.


When some of the stalks didn't lift up off the ground after a few days, I rescued them by clipping them and sticking them in vases in my kitchen. There are no words for how pleasant making dinner or doing dishes can be when you have lupine watching you so intently!




And of course, there are no words for the joy of the first rainbow of the season...


Especially when waiting for a commuter train gives you time to play with beta phone filters...





26 May 2015

A Short Ride After Work

South Platte White Water

Ride the Rockies is getting too close for comfort, so it's time to start spending more time on the bike.

Underpasses along the bike path are under water, so we decide to pack the bikes in the car, take our cycling clothes to work, and take a ride up Waterton Canyon come quittin' time.


The South Platte is still running pretty high and fast.

Sky Rage

The sky is still pretty dark. We decide to ride as far as we can, then race back down the canyon if we hear lightning.

An hour later, we race back down the canyon, trying to beat the storm. I can't keep up with The Lizard. He keeps circling back to ride with me.

Spilling Over

Suddenly, a bolt hits too close for comfort. We immediately take shelter right along the river.

shelter

We watch the sky.

stormwatcher

The Lizard enjoys his treat du jour, a Little Debbie brownie...

waiting out the storm

...while I aim for clouds and hope...

02 July 2013

Capturing Fireworks

Fireworks over Lake Estes

Friends and readers have been asking if I would share tips for night photography, specifically how to shoot fireworks and lightning.

The first and most important thing is to have a tripod. Night photography requires long exposures. You can't handhold a camera steady through seconds of light bursts, or you'll get movement. In some cases, that might be fun just to experiment with, but don't expect greeting card-quality shots without a tripod.

Rain, Rain, Come Again

Second most important is the long exposure. If your camera doesn't have the ability to set a long exposure, preferably ten seconds or so, you're not going to be able to capture the entire burst of light. With lightning, you can't predict it, so you have to be able to keep the shutter open until the lightning happens. With fireworks, you will get dots if you don't leave the shutter open from the beginning to the end of a burst.

The best setting is B or Bulb, where the shutter stays open until you close it, particularly for lightning. But a timed exposure such as ten seconds or more will work for fireworks.

too much smoke

Third most important is something I've often cheated on, so you can, too, but it's better if you don't. Invest in a shutter release or remote. I just learned Nikon has an iPhone app that will serve as a remote and fire the camera right from the phone. I've downloaded the free app, but I have not used it yet, so I can't provide any pointers on that yet.

If you don't have a shutter release or remote, you can use your self-timer to fire the camera so your hands don't shake the camera during firing, but you have to be able to anticipate when the lightning or fireworks will happen, and that's sometimes adds a degree of difficulty.

I weight my camera and tripod by hanging my camera bag, which weighs a good 20 pounds or so, off the center of the tripod to keep the tripod completely steady during use. There is some scientific equation for this, but I'm no scientist. The weight of my camera bag is more than the pressure of my finger, so the camera stays steady.

Back in the days of film photography, I had a number of shutter releases for my SLR cameras, but those devices ran about $20 each. No electronics. Just simple mechanics. The electronic shutter remote for my favorite Nikon, the D300, is about $200, and that's why I cheat when shooting night photos. One day, I'll use either the iPhone (when I learn how) or the real remote, but buying that is going to take a while. It's been on my list since 2009!

Seven Years in the Making

Any lens may be used for night photography. Wide angles will provide sweeping scenes, so you may also capture city lights, skylines, lake reflections, etc. Telephoto lenses are a little more difficult to use if you are very close to the fireworks you intend to shoot; you have to know where the fireworks will be in the sky. Medium or normal lenses probably are the easiest to learn with.

The camera will have to be focused manually. Most cameras, even today's digital super powers, are not capable of focusing on light sources as bursts are happening.

To focus a camera on lightning or fireworks when the sky is dark and the action hasn't begun yet, find a distant object, such as a building, horizon line or city lights to pre-focus on. Many pros and how-to books will tell you to set the focus to infinity, which often is the sideways figure 8 on the focus ring. But some cameras don't have a focus ring or an infinity. I know because I had one of those.

I had an early Fuji digital with a virtually useless manual focus setting. The focus was controlled with a dial, no markings whatsoever, while looking through the tiny viewfinder, which wasn't all that eyeball accurate. Thank heavens they've improved since then, but I still see cameras that don't have a reliable manual focus. In such case, you just take your chances and hope something turns out. At least digital photography doesn't require paying for a bunch of black or out-of-focus photos to find out if a specific setting works.

July thunderstorm

For lightning, mount the camera on the tripod, make sure the tripod is firm (I once had one blown over by a strong and unexpected wind gust), set the camera to manual focus, focus on something very distant, set the exposure to B or Bulb and select a starting aperature of F-8 or F-11. Open the shutter and collect whatever happens in the sky until the next bolt of lightning appears or a maximum of about five minutes. Even though the sky is dark, there is still light, and exposures beyond five minutes (sometimes beyond three minutes and sometimes even less than that) will have too much "noise" or digital grain.

It's not unsual to go through more than 50 shots while waiting for lightning, unless the show is particularly active. So I guess I should have included back at the beginning of this post, make sure you have enough memory on your card for a bunch of shots. You may delete blank shots, where no lightning happened, but that takes time, and when I do that, I always miss the best bolts.

Here's another thing I didn't know when I first began playing with digital night photography. Long shots take a long time to save to the memory card. I've missed lightning and fireworks while waiting for an image to write. Another good reason not to let exposures last longer than five minutes. Or better yet, three minutes.

Fireworks over Lake Dillon

For fireworks, anticipate when the burst will happen (watch a couple first and listen carefully, and time or count how long before the explosion of light begins), open the shutter just before the anticipated burst, and if you're using the bulb setting, close the shutter before the last trails of light begin drifting.

If you open the shutter too late, your firework will have a black spot in the middle. If you open it too early, you may have a string of light from the ground up to the center of the firework, which in some cases makes an attractive photo. If the wind is blowing hard enough to "move" the fireworks across the sky, you will have what looks somewhat like fat, hairy fireworks. If you are on the bed of a pickup and someone in the pickup moves during the exposure, you will have what looks like earthquake fireworks. If you leave the shutter open too long, you will have blurry clouds of smoke your eyes may not see, but the camera will be able to see them perfectly.

I try to limit my fireworks photos to one to three bursts. More than that is too much light.

July 4 on Dillon Reservoir

Fireworks over Lake Dillon

night reflections

After you've taken a couple or three shots of lightning or fireworks, check your photos and see if you like what you've got. If you would like the lightning or fireworks to be "fatter" or brighter, open up your F-stop by one click, which means to F-5.6 if you are using F-8 and F-8 if you are using F-11. If you would like the lightning or fireworks to be "skinnier" or less bright, close up your F-stop by one click, which would be F-11 if you are using F-8 and F-16 if you are using F-11. Repeat this process as necessary until you get the shots just the way you like.

When you're done with this outing, jot down some quick notes about which exposures you like best. This helps when processing the photos, but also will make setting up for the next shoot easier because you'll already know what works best for you.

Fireworks over Lake Dillon

Pros and how-to books will tell you to include something else in the photo to give your photos depth. I love reflection shots and aim for that whenever I have the chance. But silhouettes of people, such as a kid on dad's shoulders, also make good framing elements. Just be aware that if the people are moving a bunch, they will be soft or blurred.

Broncos Stadium and clouds of smoke

When shooting lightning or fireworks, you do not need a flash. You can paint with light, but I will save that for another tutorial another day. For now, don't worry about the flash. Remember that most non-professional flashes will travel only about 15 to 20 feet at best, and your fireworks and lightning are MUCH further away than that. This same rule applies for nighttime concerts, too. Those little flashes are going to perfectly expose the bald heads in front of you, but the light will not reach the stage, so just don't use the flash. Just don't use it!

windy fireworks

Those multiple firework bursts at the end of every show are fabulous to watch with the naked eye, but don't try to record them on a digital still frame (one shot). The light is far too powerful, and your image will be severely overexposed. You may try to do a movie of the finale, but I've only done that a time or two, so I don't consider myself a rich source of information on that topic. I can tell you the audience ooohs and ahhhs you capture in a movie make the movie even better, although fireworks will sound like pop guns on most non-professional movie cameras.

Dueling Light ShowsJuly 4 in Estes Park, back before digital photography existed

Whatever you do, don't forget to have fun. Don't stress over photos, and don't spend so much time with the camera equipment that you miss the show. Celebrate. July 4th comes around only once a year!

New Year's Eve 2000, Downtown Denver, Colorado

08 June 2012

Friday Fun

I have a love affair with lightning. The Lizard knows. He's becoming as addicted as me.

Every time storms loom, we want to go out and capture bolts on film, even if we need to be packing for Ride the Rockies or doing any other meaningful chore. A couple of nights ago, an amazing storm rolled in while we were listening to Trevor Rabin's "National Treasure" soundtrack, a song called "City of Gold." I pressed my iPhone against the living room window and captured my first storm video ever.



This went on for well over three hours. It dumped about three inches of hail on Highlands Ranch! I sat in the dark and watched the show like others watch television. I live in Paradise.

23 September 2011

Friday Fun



If you are unable to view my lightning movie above, try this link.

15 September 2009

Flash of Light

I've always been afraid of and yet mesmerized by lightning. My dad was injured in a lightning-related incident before I was old enough to go to school. A next door neighbor's tree was hit, knocked down and set ablaze by the loudest bolt I've ever heard when I was about 7. And yet, I can hardly resist setting up the tripod when I see flashes.

I've debated for two weeks now whether I should move Ferenc' recounting of our Challenger/Kit Carson trip from my Geocities website that will disappear in a couple of weeks or if I should just let go of this tragic episode that left such an impression on my life.

I finally decided to preserve the memory because Stano's loss and Martina's life taught me to respect the elements. I don't want to forget them, and I don't want to forget the lessons I learned that week. I also cherish Ferenc' writing style. He did a beautiful job with his tribute.


After we returned from Challenger Point and Kit Carson and before we learned of Martina, I wrote my naïve and light-hearted trip report (republished here Monday), admitting to being so scared I couldn’t continue up the mountain. Climbers more experienced than me seized the opportunity to belittle me, mock me and make fun of my fear because "there's nothing hard about that mountain."

For three days, I hung my head in shame because I was an outcast and wimp among my peers. But then we heard the news via Ferenc' trip report.

As I read Ferenc' words the first time, a knot formed in my stomach. I knew my fear on Challenger Point was rooted in something deeper than the rocks on which I was climbing and steeper than the trail I was ascending. I believe Someone was trying to tell me I needed to get down off that mountain. Now. Not after I reach the summit. Not after I take five or six more pictures. NOW. I move very slowly, and mere minutes could have resulted in a different outcome for me. Something in my gut told me it was time to turn back, and it wasn’t a feeling I could ignore. Yes, I was scared, but I’m not so sure now the mountain is what put that fear in me.

There is a saying mountaineers often quote but, in my opinion, don't always live by: "The mountain will still be there tomorrow. Will you be?"

Tribute to Martina

by Ferenc Jacso

29 July 2003

I first met Martina Saturday 7/26/03. Hiking up on the Willow Creek Trail in the Sangre de Cristo Wilderness with Deborah, we were close to the camp site at Willow Lake. Suddenly a young pair in their mid 20s passed us like a breeze. After 2,500 feet of elevation gain, just as if they started a short hike to a neighbouring hill. I hiked Quandary that morning then met Deborah in Fairplay to drive to the town of Crestone and further up a rough road to the Willow Creek Trailhead. Hiked another three hours when this pair passed us.

The night was miserable. Rain started just as we jumped into our tents. Then stopped. Then started again, pattering just a few inches above our heads on the tents. This pattern seemed to continue all night. Sleep came to our eyes just for short followed by long hours of vigilance. Can we make it after this many rain? Rocks will be slippery, we will get wet and cold and discouraged. I depicted walking down the trail in the rain all wet after not climbing anything. Not Challenger Point neither Kit Carson.

After 4 a.m. I couldn't sleep any more. Finally decided to get up and start in complete darkness at 5 a.m. To our great surprise the rocks were dry, just the plants hold plenty of water on their leaves. Missing and searching the trail again and again in the dark we finally made it above the waterfall of Willow Lake for the first lights of the morning. Overcast, sun hidden behind the gray-white clouds. I expected better treatment from a fourteener given I wake up this early already near the peak...

We hit the steep long slopes of Challenger Point. Deborah’s legs were getting shaky after a while, so she decided not to continue. Looking back I could see a pair approaching us climbing the same route we did. I made it to the top of Challenger Point, signed the peak log, took a few photos then hurried to Kit Carson so Deb shouldn't wait too much. From Kit Carson Avenue the views of the Crestones were stunning. Although I missed the easiest and shortest route, I didn't find any difficulties I faced on Longs Peak a month ago. I made it to the top quite easy, signed another peak log, and spent 20 minutes on the peak because the views were so beautiful. Just the sunshine was missing.

Shortly after I left the peak I met the same pair again who we met the night before. They approached Kit Carson on a different ridge than I descended so I just shouted a Hi and kept going. Oh, wait a second. "Hey guys, stop moving, let me take a photo of you. You look just cool!" "Are you Ferenc? Are you American?" "Yes it's me, I'm Hungarian actually." "Oh, we are from Slovakia, Martina and Stano. But we have been living in the States for six years now. Just moved to Colorado from NY a year ago." Slovakia is a neighbouring country to Hungary, just about the same small, both smaller than Colorado. I've been there several times. So we continued talking. I took a note of their phone number, and we agreed to meet next weekend and climb some San Juan fourteeners together.

I continued down and found Deborah in our campsite just finishing putting together everything. Great, we can go right away.

We could be some 10 minutes from Deborah’s car when it started raining. Oh, wow, didn't the sun shine just 15 minutes ago? This must be a short, easy shower then. But not. In just a few minutes it started to pour down like crazy. Lightning started to strike one after the other. By habit, what I learned from my father, I started counting the seconds after the flash to measure our distance from the place the lightning hits the ground. Five seconds. Oh my goodness, run!

It hit the ground just one mile from us! We get to the 4WD car finally. Here we can't get hit by a lightning, we are in a metal cage. We started to drive down, completely soaked but happy. Soon we still started to worry again. The flash flood started to wash away the road completely. Once we even got stuck in a deep ditch carved by the water roaring across the dirt road. Deborah's legs got shaky again. But the good old Toyota 4Runner did what I thought impossible. Then I walked ahead to make sure the road is still there, under the "rivers" crossing it. We escaped, finally.

We kept our fingers crossed for those who were still on the trail. At least 10 cars parked at the trailhead so we were really worrying given how difficult we could escape.

This morning (7/29/03) I finally called the number I got from the Slovak guys to discuss our next adventure. "Hi, I'm Ferenc, remember we met on Kit Carson." The voice replying my call was fading away. "Yes... I remember. But... something terrible happened..." Oh, no, come on, they fell on the rock or what - ripped through my mind. "Martina has died. She has been hit by a lightning. Me too, but I survived. She didn't."

I couldn't believe it. Two heavy teardrops rolled down my face finding their way to the carpet. Then Stano couldn't stop talking. He didn't want to put down the handset. We were talking for an hour.

"You know she loved mountains. She was so proud she can climb them, she jumped on the rocks fast and self-confident like a bighorn sheep. We did Blanca in snowy conditions two months ago. We climbed Kit Carson early to get down in time. When the thunderstorm hit us, we thought we were on a safe place, way below the peaks and ridges, maybe 1.5 miles from the car. Then it came just in a second. Just above the Willow Creek Park meadow. That was her favorite meadow. She loved it. We separated 30 feet from each other just in case something happened to the other, we could help each other. I wish I didn't separate from her, and we were gone both, together. I couldn't help her. She was burning.


"We dated for four years and then married two years ago. She was 25. Maybe she is happy now. She is all right up there. I waited next to her. Later hikers passed by and they called the emergency number by cell phone at 6 p.m. I got dry clothes from them but of course it got wet soon again. I was with her all night wet and cold in the dark. I couldn't believe nobody comes. The rescue arrived at 12 p.m. the next day."

Here is their last photo from near the top of Kit Carson, maybe the only one where they are together on a big mountain.

And here is her peak list from what I learned from Stano: Grays, Evans, Bierstadt, Snowmass, Blanca, Challenger Point, Kit Carson. "Not everybody can make it - she could."

Rest in peace, Martina.
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