Yes yes, I am always late. So many repairs to do on this creaky old contraption! But we are now on the home stretch for opening and are getting our menu and suppliers all ironed out. Groundwork Organics, a great farm, has unfortunately decided to stop doing deliveries and concentrate on farmers markets instead. Kookoolan chicken ranch has some veggies and we are getting chickens and eggs from them. Todd Edwards at Olé Latte has started roasting coffee and we will be brewing some of that, alongside Courier Coffee's excellent beans. So this time it's for real, and we will be open this coming Monday! The new lot is great and all the other carts have been super friendly and welcoming. We're excited to be among such good neighbors, surrounded by tall buildings, in the hustle and bustle of downtown.
Spring is here and the birds are scouting and the squirells are frisky eating buds and chasing down mates. All winter I’ve been wanting to use my fathers Nippon Kongaku 300mm f4.5 lens. I’ve got it paired with a CX format sensor for an effective focal length of 810mm. Pretty good for getting uncropped images of those manic rodents. Now that it’s actually pleasant outside I’m inclined to do some nature photography.
I’m always hearing people talk about how the enormous cat population in urban areas, and Portland in particular, is a tradgedy and a half for the birds (nobody cares about the squirells :-(). But in my experience hiking around the wilderness in the Cascades, the Wallowas, the Adirondacks, and the Kiso mountains, the density of birds and rodents is much less then in urban areas. Perhaps in the woods they are more skittish of humans? But one can look down upon a canyon and see hardly any movement, whereas in my backyard alone on any given day are a multitude of critters. It didn’t take me more then 5 minutes of sitting around with my cats to spot these guys! The birds are busy eating the spilled cheese puffs of the nursing homo sapiens, the squirrels are collecting trash to bring home and stuff in their burrows for insulation, and the raccoons are being lazy gorging themselves on the compost buffets. That kind of bounty doesn't exist out in cold harsh nature.
People ask me if I recognize Steve? Are one of these squirrels Steve? I don't know. But the 2nd and 4th squirrel is a female. And to my eye they could all be the same squirrel. I really cannot tell them apart.
Finley went on many camping expeditions to get his bird photos. I love looking at the self portraits they took and how they set up their site and cooking equipment. Theres an article on him over at wikipedia, and they have one of his bird photos there.
William Finley was an amazing bird photographer from Portland. He used a large view camera and was active from 1901 thru the late 20's. Herman Bohlman was his partner and the two of them went on some wild trecks throughout Oregon. They took great delight in arranging their camp just so to compose a picture capturing them cooking breakfast or lunch. I'll post a few scans I've done of those, but first, here is a picture of the two of them, a self portrait no doubt, with a small gaggle of birds.
Finley top; Bohlman bottom; 1901
Several of the barrels I picked up second hand have busted bung staves. Darn it! When I topped up the wine in them they would weep wine around the wood with the hole in it. I called up Grochau and he had a few which I picked up. These ones are in much better shape. My pump kit has slowly took form. As you can see in the photo, I have a surge dampener clamped on to the output. That's the tall stainless tube. I'm testing the flow rate with my dinky little air compressor. 81 pounds per minute, as measured by the scale.