one of my favorite Meatloaf songs was titled this...
When I go tripping by car either as a passenger or doing errands, I take my Infrared camera along.
Sure I might miss some cool stuff that could be taken in regular light. But I prefer a world that is wildly different.
AND..
yes, I pull over to take shots.
Same road, different day, different view with a different light spectrum filter.
The neighbor's shed that live 1 mile away.
Finally, looking across the ridge to a beef farm.
The best days for infrared are those days with bright sunshine and clouds in the sky. A bonus are those days when I can find water included.
So fishing days are the best days for Infrared.
However....
During my rush to fix up a take a long bag, I accidently swiped my old IR camera off the bed and it crashed to the floor.
The camera survived. The little lens I'd purchased years ago, sadly, did not.
My IR filters are all for that lens which have 37mm threads. It is a general walk about lens that is not pricey and is super light. It shoots from 14mm-45mm. Perfect for most of my IR photography.
I swapped out a 14-100mm lens with a 58mm threads and found some old colored filters and made the best of it. Actually it was sort of fun.
Charlie went along and provided us with quite a bit of entertainment. He got to see his first fish and was super curious.
Steve and Charlie are infatuated with each other. Here Steve explains to Charlie all about worms.
Worms don't taste good.
But wiggly fish is another story!
Charlie had to inspect each fish caught thereafter.
It was a great fishing day and we cleaned 8 nice little fish for our supper on Thursday night!
Thankfully, I looked on line and found a used replacement lens at a good price.
Wednesday was Fish Fishy day. Steve introduced us to a friend of his who has a float on the Mississippi River. He picks people up at a designated place and then transports them to the float [think like a floating barge] on the river. So we had to drive across the Mississippi bridge to Iowa and back to Prairie duChien for fishing at the dock that is wheel chair accessible.
The guys couldn't think of a way to safely get Rich into a boat from a steep bank and then climb a ladder on to the float. That would have been the best thing for catching fish but we decided on going back to the handicapped dock near a marina to do our fishing.
Steve thought ahead as usual and brought a table umbrella to keep the hot sun off from Rich. It wasn't as hot and humid as most days have been this summer and the umbrella really helped quite a bit.
The two shots below are photos taken from the back seat while crossing the river.
The scenery wasn't that exceptional at the dock by the marina, but we had quite a few people stop by to chat with us.
I wandered around and took shots as I was mesmerized by the reflections of the clouds and trees in the water that showed up so differently in Infrared than in regular light.
I am THAT kid in grade school art class that drew trees with purple leaves and sometimes orange skies with a black sun. Of course that disturbed my art teacher who complained to my father. My father got very irritated with said teacher and told her that she shouldn't make all kids see the world through HER eyes.
He then asked if she knew that some children saw the world differently than adults did?
I'll never forget how proud I was of my dad then. I knew he had my back...always. He was an artist of some note himself and understood creative minds.
The three shots above are all favorites of mine. There is pure joy in seeing the world in other light spectrums.
The 'boys' caught enough for us to have a meal. Holy Cow! Steve cleaned them for us and what a wonderful meal we had Thursday night.
On the way home from fishing, I snapped more IR shots out the back seat window.
It was fun to do. While Steve drives and chats with Rich, I look out the window and enjoy being driven around. After all, I've been THE driver for 10 years now.
The shot below is fascinating to me. If you leave Prairie duChien by one of the back roads, you drive by some interesting spots...
What stories does this wrecked houseboat have to tell? Steve asked if he should stop the car so I could get out and really shoot. [What a good friend!] I didn't need to...
And then we went past this large boat. Was it a boat house was it a a tug? I have no idea. However, it looked to be the perfect place to have a spook house. ...Errrr, spook boat!
We couldn't have asked for a nicer day. Sun, not too hot, clouds, a slight breeze, and good company.
