Battle Axe Creek, Oregon
photograph by Christopher Hauth

Battle Axe Creek is located in Oregon's Opal Creek Ancient Forest. It converges with Opal Creek to form the Little Northfork of the Santiam River. Opal Creek Ancient Forest is the largest unprotected stand of Douglas Fir old-growth forest on the western slope of the Cascade Mountains and one of Oregon's most controversial land-use issues. Battles and tempers have flared for more than twenty years between logging companies and old growth protectionists. Efforts seeking permanent protection status on this area are ongoing.

This is one of my favorite places to photograph. I'm beginning my fifth year photographing this area, and every day is as awe-inspiring as when I first began. I've spent countless hours looking through the view finder of my camera during every season and every possible weather condition. I've been up to my knees in snow, my fingers so numb from the cold I could hardly load the film let alone keep my camera protected from the falling clumps of snow. When the sun is in the right position, its rays filtering through the forest canopy and its light refracting through the dense humidity from an earlier shower, I've seen incredible circular rainbows.On warmer days, my camera may sit idle while my wife, two children and I skinny dip in one of the many crystal clear aqua colored pools.

Many dedicated, hard-working people hope that someday permanent protection will be granted and this magnificent forest won't fall into the hands of the timber companies.

Pentax 6x7, 55mm f5.4 lens, f22 at 1/60 sec, Fujichrome Velvia

photo and text © 1996 Christopher Hauth

Pernstejn Castle, southern Moravia, Czechoslovakia, 1990
photograph by Igor Suchomel

Returning home after seven aging years in the U.S., I feel somewhat like in Disneyland. That's me and my friend on the other side of the gate, exploring the past with the future before us. And little do we know!

photo and text © 1996 Igor Suchomel

Route 1, California
October, 1995
photograph by Wayne Wallace

I was in San Francisco for the first time, and was very disappointed because of all the fog and bad weather.

But the weather didn't stop me Saturday morning. I got up at about 5 a.m. and hit the road with not a clue where to go. I found a map and on it, Route 1, and off I went with lots of film. The early morning shots were not good because of the heavy fog, even though I hit every sight-seeing spot and pull off spot along the way to try to get a shot of something that would make the trip worthwhile.

As I jumped in and out of the car, racing down Route 1 through Carmel, the 17 mile drive, Monterey and Big Sur, I came upon this shot. With my Canon EOS on automatic I got this shot, which made the whole drive worth it. As I took the speedy route home via a main highway, I listened to my home team the Atlanta Braves win the World Series. People driving by me must have thought I was crazy, jumping around in the car.

To see some other shots from this trip, check out my home page.

photo and text © 1996 Wayne Wallace

Night Blooming Cereus
An Opening Party
...on a sweltering summer evening on a screened-in porch
photograph by David Rees

Some people party when their Night Blooming Cereus is adorned with even a single bloom. They invite others, in their 'jammies, to witness the bizarrely beautiful flower open.

You see, the flower buds set weeks in advance of blooming. As the buds ripen, excitement grows because the flower will bloom only for a few hours. It's hard to tell exactly what day the surprise will happen, but finally you know, you just know. (Once we had seven blooms - all at once.)

About 10 p.m. the bud begins to open. By 11 p.m. it's recognizably a flower. By 1 a.m. it seems fully open, but it's not. By 3 a.m. a cordon of aroma, a wondrous, sickly sweet, lovely smell, pushes the floral spectators over the edge. And, yes, somehow, the flower has gotten larger and opened even more fully. Remarkable.

By 6 a.m. the flower is spent, limp and a memory.

photo and text © 1996 David Rees

Boston, 1990
photograph by Leo King

Whistle artist Charlie Killenbeck is at the throttle as the former "Yankee Clipper," the train, that is, leaves Boston en route to our nation's capital. This view of Boston, barely one-eighth mile west of South Station, is no longer possible because a bus terminal and parking garage has been built over the tracks. Amtrak's terminal dispatcher, working inside a "star wars" environment on the top floor in the station, has given Charlie the signals to proceed, and will hand the train over to the next dispatcher, the Southwest Corridor dispatcher, who will permit the train to continue its journey. Next stop: Back Bay station, 1 mile from South Station.

When he is not photographing or writing about trains for publication, Leo King fills in on occasion as an Amtrak interlocking operator, working at New Haven in one of the few remaining towers (which is owned by Metro-North Railroad) and at Conn (Connecticut River) Nan (Niantic River) and Mystic River movable bridges.

To contact Leo, send an e-mail to:
photo and text © 1996 Leo King

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