Photos :: Timothy Lake & Mt Hood
Aug. 11th, 2012 09:35 pmLast weekend Bob, Tim and I went camping at Timothy Lake at the base of Mt Hood. It was fun! I took a lot of photos of Tim on the the lake (Tim on Timothy Lake, ha!) And I set up on the shore just before sunset to capture Mt Hood & the lake during the sunset. There was another photographer who had the same thought so we were both armed with our tripods and remote shutters and sat there at our respective picnic tables snapping photos as the sun set. It was very cool watching the changing lake and light as the sun went down. Dragonflies came out to fest on the flies, as did the fish, who jumped out of the water to catch their dinner. And later just as the night was fully descending, the bats came out to feast as well. There were fishermen and boaters out on the water enjoying the view as well.
I had thought to get up before dawn to capture the sunrise. But even though I woke up in time, I truly did not want to deal with climbing out of my sleeping bag, getting dressed and trying to look somewhat presentable after dealing with what were essentially outhouses with no running water, and then traipsing down to shoreside with my camera gear. We have another site reserved in mid-September at the same lake. Tim may take it to use just with his friends. But if he does not, this site is right on the shoreline, so perhaps I will be able to capture the sunrise then.
Meanwhile I'm happy with these.
I love Mt Hood. Somehow I feel like it's "my" mountain. When I was in my early teens I asked my mother, who was an oil painter at the time, to paint me a huge painting of Hood so I could put it on my bedroom wall. I kept that painting until just a few years ago (although it was in our attic for many years.) When I was in my late teens my parents and I were driving on I84 towards the east side of Portland, not far from the entry to the Columbia Gorge. As we rounded a corner, Hood appeared in the near distance. My first thought at that moment was that I was going to live out in this area when I was older. We were passing the Gresham exit just at that moment. I remembered that and when Bob and I started looking to purchase our first home, we set off to look in Gresham. Now every time I drive home from work I see Hood. I love that we live close enough that we can be at timberline in less than an hour. :)
My father died in a climbing accident on Mt Hood in 1987. You would think that would sour me on the mountain. But it didn't. In a strange way it made the connection even stronger.
I love this mountain.


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I had thought to get up before dawn to capture the sunrise. But even though I woke up in time, I truly did not want to deal with climbing out of my sleeping bag, getting dressed and trying to look somewhat presentable after dealing with what were essentially outhouses with no running water, and then traipsing down to shoreside with my camera gear. We have another site reserved in mid-September at the same lake. Tim may take it to use just with his friends. But if he does not, this site is right on the shoreline, so perhaps I will be able to capture the sunrise then.
Meanwhile I'm happy with these.
I love Mt Hood. Somehow I feel like it's "my" mountain. When I was in my early teens I asked my mother, who was an oil painter at the time, to paint me a huge painting of Hood so I could put it on my bedroom wall. I kept that painting until just a few years ago (although it was in our attic for many years.) When I was in my late teens my parents and I were driving on I84 towards the east side of Portland, not far from the entry to the Columbia Gorge. As we rounded a corner, Hood appeared in the near distance. My first thought at that moment was that I was going to live out in this area when I was older. We were passing the Gresham exit just at that moment. I remembered that and when Bob and I started looking to purchase our first home, we set off to look in Gresham. Now every time I drive home from work I see Hood. I love that we live close enough that we can be at timberline in less than an hour. :)
My father died in a climbing accident on Mt Hood in 1987. You would think that would sour me on the mountain. But it didn't. In a strange way it made the connection even stronger.
I love this mountain.


( more photos under here…. )

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