Always Look Behind You

Sometimes in order to get the shot you want you may find yourself compelled to take certain actions (chances) that you would likely never do under so called normal circumstances. It is that part of photography where the photographer gets a little fixated, obsessiveness clicks in; reason, caution, and common sense seem to just disappear.

I had a small dose of this hit me while exploring for shots at Arch Rock Viewpoint in Boardman State Park on the coast of Oregon. I found the shot I wanted but I could not find a clear shot of it, one without obstructions in the way, from any of the designated viewing locations. I could see that if I could just get a little closer to the edge of the cliff I would likely have the perspective and the open view I wanted. The fence was a low one, only about three feet high, and there were no signs saying to not climb over it. And the clincher was, there was no one else around.

I hopped the fence and made my way closer to the edge. Then seeing that if I could move to my right I would be in better position. The problem was the steepness of the bank. I sat down and clinging to the low-lying shrubbery I inched my way ever so gradually about 20 feet and into position. The result was the picture above. The angle of the log gives an indication of the degree of steepness with which I was dealing.

Always Look Behind You

“Always remember to look behind you” is a mantra I carry around with me in the field. Though it was awkward to maneuver my camera and tripod around to get this shot behind me I felt if was definitely worth the trouble and I was grateful those familiar words were available to prompt me.

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