As you know, if you’ve been paying attention at least, this fearless Pinholista ventured into the unknown wilds of the Pacific Northwest. To be fair, it was not hugely wild, although Sasquatch did make an appearance (thanks Jeff). In my first report, I shared some photos and talked about the wonders of Toledo. In this report, I share more photos and ramblings, not on any specific themes this time (but then, dear reader, you must be used to that by now).
I should probably start by noting that I actually didn’t shoot a huge amount of pinhole whilst I was on this trip. This is entirely due to me having recently acquired a magnificent camera with (gasp) a lens. If you are at all inclined, you can see the results of that over at my other site, in a post which also features many of the wonderful people I met on the trip. Well then…off you go, but do hurry back.
The first couple of shots here are from WPPD itself. I should really give a massive shout out to all who helped organise the day, we were thoroughly entertained and it was quite wonderful to meet folks from all over the world joining together to share some lensless love. Also wonderful was getting up wonderfully early (although it felt like the afternoon due to my jetlag) to meet the amazing Zeb Andrews. Zeb is both a pinhole god, an altruist and a thoroughly nice guy. We’ve been in touch by electronic means over the years and it was a pleasure to finally meet.
In the second shot (i.e. the one with the fountain) you’ll notice a light leak in the bottom left. This is due to me checking in to the Zero Image Destruction Palace (ZIDP). This is a real place I promise, check Facebook if you don’t believe me. Remember that jetlag I mentioned in the prior paragraph, well I blame it entirely for what happened at the ZIDP. I was taking a mid-afternoon nap, to prepare myself for beer and pinball with Square Peg, when I thought…I can pinhole that (with apologies to Pinhole Obscura). To be fair, the pinholing was not a problem, set the tripod up and open the shutter what could go wrong. Well, about 1h later, feeling woozy from the nap I jumped out of bed and tripped over my suitcase. What I hadn’t realised is that I had set up the perfect domino run. My suitcase fell and caught my tripod, my tripod fell and my Zero 69 with it. All I could do was dive despairingly across the room screaming “Nooooooooo” as I watched the Zero shatter into a million pieces (maybe 3 or 4 at least) and my LAST ROLL EVER OF REALA flop out and unroll gently on the carpet. I was less than happy.
To be fair, some wood glue was found the next day and the Zero was fixed…ish. Sadly she’s never felt the same and she’s now been retired and sits on a shelf at home looking down accusingly at me as if to say “You…you broke me!”
The rest of the images in this post are made post-repair and do seem a little fuzzy. To be fair though, that might be entirely down to the weather and my stupidity. The first couple (i.e. above and below) and of the mountain near North Bend and Snoqualmie. Where exactly I couldn’t tell you as I made the terrible decision to take a walk. Just remember folks, particularly British folks, if you go to the States everything is much further apart than you think. I walked for hours and got extremely footsore. Also, there are no pavements (or even sidewalks for you yankee-doodle-dandees) and the ever present danger of being wiped out my a juggernaut focusses the mind somewhat.
North Bend and Snoqualmie are kind of famous amongst the geeks of the world, and let’s be honest I’ve never met a Pinholista that wasn’t also a geek. Why…well because they are where Agent Cooper was headed when he said the following: “Diane, 11:30 a.m., February Twenty-fourth. Entering the town of Twin Peaks, five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life.”
He probably took a different route into town, either that or the loggers have been hard at work since 1989. Regardless, there are vestiges of Twin Peaks all over town. We did, of course, have Cherry Pie and Damn Fine Coffee…but not at the diner. Rather, we ate in the Salish Lodge, which sadly only shares the exterior with the Great Northern. The Cherry Pie is pretty decent though.
After all that food, I had to do one final thing before leaving the Pacific Northwest, and that was to take a gentle bike ride on Bainbridge Island. Bainbridge is beautiful, and I had other reasons to go, but if you are used to flat, gently cycling like the good honest Norfolk boy I am, then it has a bit of a sting. That sting involves several climbs that head well North of 15%, which is a little tricky. Still, the cycling was wonderful, and the Korean BBQ back in Seattle at the end of the day, and the trip, was wonderful. A last meal, with some incredible friends, was the perfect end to an amazing trip. I will go back, but for now I have my memories, and…of course…Toledo.