the DR650 thread

I hate fractions.
To this day I hate working with them in spanners and sockets, what size is next, doesn’t come naturally to me.
I just yell f#<k and grab 3 of each that are close. And then they invented torx..
the tool gods have a funny sense of humour..

yup, that's how I did it back when I used to photo. The bird is at sunrise and the people are sunset. Each took over 2.5 hours to get. Especially that stupid bird but patience is a virtue. I won a contest with the sunset pic.

so sorry for your loss.

ive got a heap of gear and some ND graduated filters, to sort of cheat and widen the time window.
But to do it like you do, is all about patience. I’m low on that.
If I was to try that shot and smoke a bowl.. it would end up being a picture of a badly made snowman and then half an hour of me looking for my gloves before I could leave without the shot I was supposed to take..

So sorry man.

did the same with my father. Sorry for your loss.
Hope you are in a good space with loved ones.

that bird shot is great. Contest winner for sure.
I can hunt for hours to get a good macro pic, but to just sit and wait for an exact moment.
Nope. Not gonna happen for me. It’s too intense and drama if that makes sense..

Yes, a set of fraction sized transfer punches
Rick, I'm surprised you didn't notice my antique drill index while sticky beaking my vices bolted to my benches.

Never enough drills.

Thats the part that makes me shake my head.

I used to not have the patience when I was in my twentys. But since about 50, I have more and more every year.

I can go somewhere and set up a hour before the optimum pic time and just sit and wait. I love the quiet. Im able to just soak up the surroundings and be mellow. I usually reflect on things past or just absorb all nature has to offer at the moment.

It takes effort at first. It also takes a entirely different path of recreation where the adventure isnt the destination, route, or odometer spinning wildly. Its more about absorbing quality surroundings and admireing mother nature.

All good, at 96 you can't be anything other than prepared for the inevitable outcome. I went to the funeral of my daughter's best friend, killed at 21 by a tree branch falling on her whilst driving in the middle of the suburbs. Now that was a tragedy, an event seared on my brain, of lost opportunity. Not so with my Dad. He was raised in an era when horse travel was still common in rural areas, especially on the farms around him, and he was one of the last remaining veterans of WW2, having served in New Guinea, and at times with US Forces. Ties with that remote history are very slim now. A more relevant curiosity to here is that he rode a Harley in New Guinea, tough even now, and something that cured him of motorcycling forever! He and Mum were married for 73 years.

Thanks. Yeah I didn't think I had that kind of patience but when I was shooting there was a lot to concentrate on and once you see what a shot could become then for me it gets exciting. Then there's optioning out your backip shot if things don't happen the way you want.

I printed out the bird shot and framed it for my aunt and uncle. They're religious and love that pic. I'm not religious but can see the spiritual aspect of it.

Yeah, lotsa practice !

Ya put the gloves right on the dash of the sled first thing. Then before ya leave you do a full 360 walk around looking for stray gear. Then before you fire the engine, ya make sure all pocket zippers are zipped, and all luggage is closed up good.

It becomes a sort of automatic preflight checklist with practice. Well worth the time and effort as opposed to backtracking for lost or forgotten stuff.

sounds like your dad lived a good life, adding to the world we now live in, with his service.
hope this time for you is filled with good memories and laughter.

Uh sir, the hollow (canyon?) up which Mr. Rick lives is a park unto itself. Walk out the shop door and you're there!

one day I hope to be your way.
Share a beer,
you take me for a sled ride, to see it’s spiritual side at sunset,
(I’ve never been on a sled or experienced any type of motorised snow transport)
Then go and see a live band and get a bit messy..

as someone who lives in a stupid big city..
A park up the road, that doesn’t have a fence and a little park in the big park, with a fence for dogs..
That all sounds made up to me..
next you’ll be telling me there are folk on this planet that can’t walk to a mcdonalds, kfc, subway, Pizza Hut..

Walk out the shop door and you’re there.. nope, sounds like a made up fairy tale..

Man, I'm worse now. After 60 I figured out I got to hurry to get there!

I follow the advice "You can't learn a thing while your talking. "
I was sent this gem today.

Besides the very sad story of your daughter best friend, that is a happy story. If I could say anything to your dad it would be tho thank him for his service. If not for him and his comrades I would not even be here.