Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 10, 2019

THE CASE OF THE LYING WATERFALL

I saw the comment in a social media forum - a private group for hikers. I was yet unaware that the group was a loose confederation of fairly opinionated if not quite warring factions. The comment seemed innocent enough. It was a veiled plea to start a civil debate about editing waterfalls. The gist of it was this, “...the smooth water effect looks very unnatural. Almost looks like it’s trying to trick folks who don’t have the opportunity to go and see waterfalls themselves.” As the post began to generate more and more comments, the ambiguity of “Almost looks like…” slowly became more explicit as in “...it is intentionally deceiving people who have not seen the waterfall... Just curious to hear if anyone feels the same way.”

The “smooth water effect” refers to the silky, blurred look that happens to moving water in long-exposure photographs.

Fig. 1   Abiqua Falls with perhaps a tad too much 'Silky Water Effect'. s.dietz © 2019

At about a hundred comments into the thread, the original poster had distilled his viewpoint to this: “It’s negative in my mind because it’s an inaccurate depiction of a natural place.”

Many others echoed the idea that silky-water images are not natural. The eye doesn’t see water this way, they would say. Others preferred to see water frozen in an instant.

Fig. 2


A few touted the superiority of videography.



Finally, a small but vocal minority took advantage of the discussion to air their prejudices against photographers in general. Besides making ‘untruthful’ pictures, photographers also evidently share too many carefully composed images in hiking forums, ruin the best viewpoints by hogging them in ever-growing numbers, obstruct sight-lines with expensive gear and gangly tripods, and refuse to stay on trails - instead trampling sensitive flora in search of the ultimate never-before-seen angle.

Fig.3            Photographers (presumably), off-trail at Latourel Falls, doubtlessly taking long exposure photographs


I understand that people have personal preferences. I can understand that some people may not like silky smooth water in photographs. I even speculate that some people who hike extraordinary distances to seldom-visited locations become disgruntled when their hard-won snapshots are inadvertently snubbed in favor of more commonly photographed landscapes that are deliberately, even artfully composed. But when it comes to comparing being in the presence of an actual waterfall to viewing a two-dimensional graphic representation of a waterfall, I’m initially compelled to point out that no photograph is ‘natural’. Whether it is a frozen instant, a long-exposure or even moving pictures - all mechanically derived images record aspects of nature that our eyes cannot (and underperform in areas where our eyes excel.)

To be fair, when I commented that all pictures are un-natural, I did get some concessions. But while people were willing to grant the artificial nature of photography in general, there was still a sense that, “...some (photos) are more deceptive than others. The BEST photos are the least deceptive”.

When I saw this sentiment expressed in this way, I did an instinctive Pontious Pilate. I asked myself, “What is ‘truth’?” I suppose I would have washed my hands of the whole conversation, but on my way to the wash-basin, I was ambushed by another unrelated metaphor and found myself falling helplessly down a rabbit-hole.

Fig. 4
Here is a picture of a common scene (at least for people who don’t have washers and dryers but are not yet homeless) as depicted by a typical photograph straight out of a point-and-shoot camera with no modification.  It has many of the characteristics of the type of photograph that typical people feel are among the least deceptive. The photo is sharply focused (well...not exactly tack sharp), the colors are not exaggerated, and there is no silky water.  It allows people to say that they can reasonably expect the laundromat to look like the picture when they get there. In a way, I can see how that’s reasonable.

But part of the acceptance of this kind of picture as ‘natural’ could be the result of our submersion in a media-heavy culture, where we have been trained to interpret such images and correlate them to the real world. News photos and photo documentaries imply that photos are evidence, and such photos carry the implicit promise that this is how things appear - that the image has not been manipulated. However, in my drawing studio, during critiques, my teacher could always tell the difference between a drawing based on a photo and a drawing transcribed directly from nature. The photo always flattens and foreshortens and rigidly provides a single point perspective, an abbreviated form of our stereoscopic vision - mechanical shortcuts to translating a universe of bouncing photons into smudges on a plane. Indeed there is a whole art movement that goes by the term photorealism. Many mistakenly take this term to mean that something appears ‘as real as a photo’, but really, photorealists strive to make their art (paintings and drawings) look exactly like photographs....and perhaps it is this kind of association with the word ‘real’, that fosters the assumption that clear, crisp photos are the best analog of natural vision. Perhaps this convention is useful, like a stenographer’s shorthand, but this is not how the eye sees.

Our eyes do not encompass a limited rectangular view in a fraction of a second. We can’t, for instance, leisurely inspect an instant of a real scene and read the placards at the periphery of our vision (for one thing, we don’t typically have photographic memories, and for two, the placard wouldn’t be in focus).

Instead of taking snapshots, our eyes dart around like hungry chickens looking for birdseed. They scan here and there, searching for patterns, noticing things that are changing or focusing on points of interest.

Fig. 5
Our sharpest vision is at the center of each eye, where we process detail and color best, but the sharp area is small and if one were to view a room with a blink as brief as a camera’s shutter, one might see something more like the image above, with color and acuity fading towards the edge of vision.

It is tempting to imagine that the eyes are like little windows through which light streams into our heads so that little mini-mes can see the outside world. But light never gets beyond the back of our eyeballs where it has been focused by our lenses, regulated by our irises and where it is projected upon rods and cones to be translated into electrical/chemical signals. These signals travel the length of the optic nerves to relevant brain parts for interpretation and integration into a running simulation of the world outside. As close as we can tell, the simulations run in real time (when our eyes are open, and sometimes even when they are not) somewhere amongst the trillions of synapses in the three pounds of gray and white matter encased in our skulls. As we move forward through time, whatever we have ‘seen’ is consigned to memory and buttressed with narratives. The best we can do to share a ‘print’ is to perhaps describe what’s stored away with the best poetry we are capable of, or maybe draw a diagram, or employ a camera for additional documentation (albeit a third party mechanical source).

In his book The User Illusion, Tor Norretranders describes consciousness in terms of bandwidth. He relates several lines of evidence that suggest the sensory information (sight, sound, touch, smell) available to the brain is staggeringly vast, but that our consciousness, facing this sensory assault, is limited to a mere trickle of all that is available on the order of a million to one. Put another way, when we are confronted with the spectacle of a waterfall, each one of us must consciously, like a triage nurse, pick out the parts we can save. This results in what must always be a uniquely personal experience. What part of that experience is reflected in the impersonal, mechanical interpretation of a camera? What settings on a camera’s controls result in the closest approximation to the human visual experience?

Fig. 6
Given that our natural apparatus for seeing shares some characteristics with cameras, I began to wonder what is mechanically possible for eyes to see. While researching that question I found this informative article:

https://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/find/newsLetter/The-Photographic-Eye.jsp

While shutter-speed is not a completely suitable measurement when applied to the human eye, it appears for the sake of comparison that a human eye’s higher-end shutter speed might hover somewhere close to 1/100th of a second. Not all eyes would be that fast, especially if one accounts for lighting conditions and age (and since the eye doesn’t really have a shutter, I’m not sure what the low end would be).  I suppose if I stood before a waterfall on a bright day, blinking very fast, I could duplicate brief images that look kind of like photographs that stop motion in a crisp ‘photorealistic’ style. In fact, with bright light and even faster shutter speeds, cameras are capable of completely freezing motion (which strays from our eye’s natural capabilities in the opposite direction of silky waterfalls). Videos show us that the illusion of movement is created when we see images at ~30 frames per second which shows a certain synchronization with the eye’s function - the point where distinct images are mistaken for moving ones. Motion pictures have historically used 24 frames per second.

Fig. 7      Water dripping from a faucet at a constant rate (albeit not a strictly scientific constant rate. I just opened the faucet to a steady stream and didn't adjust it during the course of the photo session.) Note: click on images to see slightly larger versions.
Given the imprecise estimates above, it appears that photographic renderings of flowing water ‘should’ best match human perception in the range from 1/100th sec. To 1/25th sec.

Yet even if this extrapolation is correct, are the resulting images satisfying? Do they look real?

Fig. 8                       North Middle Falls at Silver Falls State Park on the Trail of Ten (or so) Waterfalls
I like the way the waterfalls are rendered with our optimal-human-range-compatible shutter speeds, but I think it is a mistake to conclude that these images are ‘more natural’. It may sound pedantic, but these images are not waterfalls. They are mechanical interpretations of a three dimensional ‘happening’, frozen in an instant and compressed into a flat image. We have time to examine an instant of falling water and learn about how water moves and how it is distributed. Our eyes are free to roam the image at will, choosing our own focal points, or, if the photographer was careful, we can follow subtle compositional hints to see another’s perspective. We can see the contours of the rocks beneath. We can examine the shrubberies. It’s like a clear memory that won’t have faded into an abstract idea by the end of the week.

The two examples above have resulted from measuring the movement of falling water at speeds and wavelengths with which the human eye is familiar, and knowing this, we can expect to find a similar scene if we venture to this location. And yet, when we get there, we will not be able to see a waterfall that looks exactly like these still images. Are these images deceptive?

Fig. 9                        North Middle Falls at Silver Falls State Park on the Trail of  Ten (or so) Waterfalls

In these two images, the shutter speeds are becoming progressively longer. The obvious difference now is that the moving water begins to transcend the human eye’s experience. We’ve begun to press more and more time into an instant. The visible streams of water are not only showing the distribution of the water but are beginning to show a summary of its probabilities. We can begin to see the favorite paths of water. Are these images deceptive?

Fig. 10               Images straight out of the camera                                 ....same images with tone mapping filters

Here is a series of throw-away shots from a trip to Abiqua Falls. From these three images, I can tell I was still searching for a composition that would echo the excitement and awe I felt when I first came around the corner and saw the falls for the first time. I can also see that I was trying to find the right exposure. The images on the left side are straight out of the camera with no editing. The problem with those images is how dark the basalt amphitheater is compared to the white falls. The darkness is a limitation of the camera’s sensor. It can’t see the range of dark and light that my eyes could see, so, while the photos are honest in terms of a camera’s specifications, they don’t come very close to what I remember seeing when I was there. To compensate for this physical shortcoming in my camera, I’ve applied a filter during post-processing (editing) that attempts to increase their dynamic range. The result is the pictures on the right. My goal is to bring out the details my eyes could certainly see when I was there, the red color of the lichens, the green of the moss, the detail and texture in the white cascade (details blown out in the camera’s view), and the texture of the basalt. From my perspective, I am trying to correct the lies that my camera tells. Which images are the most deceptive?

Fig. 11
Thunder and mist emanate from around the corner



Fig. 12
...and then…


At this point, after reviewing what I’ve written so far, and after having set up the various shutter-speed comparisons above, I think I’m finally able to see what the original poster in that hiking group was saying. Given that all photographs have the limitations of being mechanical renderings, it is still apparent that some more than others manage to depict waterfalls in a fashion that more closely resembles what our eyes are capable of seeing. I will henceforth refer to this viewpoint as Human-centric-pseudo-natural-fundamentalism. For my part, I will attempt to be neutral, but when I stray, I suppose my viewpoint could be referred to as art-dweeb.

Previously, when I wrote, “The obvious difference now is that the moving water begins to transcend the human eye’s experience.” I’m pretty sure I undermined my claim that all photographs are unnatural by giving credence to the idea that some images are more natural than others. I think the problem here is resolved by understanding that when the Human-centric-pseudo-natural-fundamentalists invoke the word natural, what they really mean is that, “in my opinion, these particular results are not how the human eye sees, and therefore, I (for one) don’t like them.”

With that concession out of the way, I still want to press the point that we cannot assume that unedited, straight-out-of-the-camera (hereafter SOOTC) photos are the most natural. To say it more carefully, it is unwarranted to assume that the camera’s default interpretation will best match (to the point that it is possible) the experience of sight.

I think the best way to explain this is to share an example of what goes into taking and editing an image when the intent is to go beyond the ‘literal’ documentation approach and try to address human attributes like feelings and empathetic responses. As a sort of preface, I took a paddle-sports photography class from Neil Schulman back in 2012 in hopes of improving my snapshots. He said that when we are out in the world, we can’t help but have emotional (I would use the word visceral) responses to it. Mr. Schulman felt that a good photograph is one which elicits this emotional response. That’s a big premise  -  the idea that the evocation of emotions is what makes a picture great - and I’m sure that’s not what everyone with a camera is trying to do. I imagine that for some, straightforward documentation suffices. For many, I’m sure photographs act as memory devices - like flashcards. For others, photography may be a matter of attaining exotic selfies for self-promotion or status.

Speaking for myself, as a solo hiker, I use photography to share the experiences I have on the trail because I’m not very proficient at sharing in person. Keeping in mind the sensory tidal wave upon which our consciousness instinctively surfs, it makes sense to me to ensure that the elements which spurred me to pick up a camera in the first place are somehow contained in the images I record.

Fig. 13     (SOOTC)

The following transcript (with some editing for clarity) is essentially the content I sent to a friend who wanted to see how I edited images.

So there I am, unconscious on Long Island in Willapa Bay, Washington. In the pitch black of my tent, noises from the outside world begin to filter over the threshold of awareness. The insistent throbbing of a boat engine, snippets of foreign languages carrying across the water, equipment shifting, banging and being unloaded, all these sounds punching through a brain-pinching hangover - that and the growing realization that I have to pee - drives me out into the night beneath condensate-dripping fir trees. I set about relieving my priorities, but as I stand at the edge of a bluff over a dark shoreline, my eyes become adjusted to the moonlight and I recognize a promising photo opportunity. I hurry back for my camera…

Fig. 14     (SOOTC)
...and after firing off a few shots I quickly realize I’m going to need a tripod. The camera’s auto-settings do that thing they do where it makes everything lighter than what you see with your eyes, at speeds too slow to freeze motion. However, the moon is setting, and it’s close enough to the horizon so that you can actually think you see it moving. Time is limited.

Fig. 15      (SOOTC)
I manage to find the tripod and frantically start looking for my composition. I want the defining landmark of Pinnacle Rock in the picture for the sense of place - the context - but I can’t find a shot that includes the boat and the landmark that doesn’t make all the interesting stuff too small. Anyway, I take a lot of shots. Evidently, I didn’t have the presence of mind to bracket the exposures, but I do at least vary the exposures and work the composition ultimately ending up with 43 different shots.

Fig. 16     (SOOTC)
Things I’m seeing are the reflection in the water, the colors starting to bloom in the sky as the sun rises, the shell harvesters (who could have been pirates for all I knew) and their changing spatial relationships. Things I’m thinking include, where did all the water go? It’s so peaceful! Look at the moon! What are they doing? Is there a body in that bag? My head hurts and I can’t see through the viewfinder with my bifocals, but I’m in manual mode now and I need to see the settings on my camera. I’m amazed by this secret night-time world that, save for a full bladder, I would have missed.

Fig. 17      (SOOTC)
One of my ambitions has always been to get a shot of the moon when it looks so unnaturally big next to the horizon. Now the moon is practically diving toward the treeline. I can’t get Pinnacle Rock in the picture and there isn’t time to move. Besides, if I run down to the beach I’ll lose my altitude and not get the long moon reflection. I wish I could be sure about my focus.

Fig. 18     (SOOTC)
Out of all the unaltered images I took, this one comes closest to what I think I saw. However, I can’t use it because it’s out of focus. The sky doesn’t seem as dark as I remember. The detail in the moon is blown out. The people in the boat aren’t really doing anything interesting. And did I mention it isn’t in focus?

I want to accurately depict some aspect of what it was like to be there, but I feel like this exposure is bland and flat and void of the feelings of rising from a mini-state of death to an other-worldly beauty. The mechanical restrictions of my camera are inhuman.

Fig. 19
In the end, I chose to work with one of the overexposed horizontal images (Fig. 17) because of its better focus and more pleasing (to me) placement of available elements. First, I cropped the image and made it into a vertical image. The portions I cut out didn’t have anything informative in them. Then, I treated the sky half and the water half independently. I made the sky a little bit darker, and the water a little bit lighter. To the water half, I also pumped up the contrast a bit to make it appear ‘not flat’ and added a bit of diffused glow to accent the marine mist. By treating them independently, I was able to restore the detail in the moon’s face, and the colors in the reflecting water.

Fig. 20
I think this is closer to what I experienced when I was there. I don’t think it is anymore unreal than the camera’s misguided efforts to render everything as if it was midday.

I also think it is, overall, less deceptive than the camera’s default rendering. In fact, my waterproof-point-and-shoot camera will try to do alterations like this for you by automatically shooting three exposures and combining them in the camera to create an instant high-dynamic-range photo. The things that dweebs used to do by hand are now automatically available on cameras as a standard feature.

It is important to note here that even if a camera supersedes the limits of human eyesight, it doesn’t mean the resulting image can’t be true. It just means that human eyesight is limited. The visible light spectrum is, by some accounts, less than one percent of the electromagnetic spectrum of which it is a part. The electromagnetic spectrum beyond visible light is certainly a part of nature, it just isn’t possible for the human eye to see it unaided. To see images of the infrared realm via specialized photographic equipment is not blasphemy.

In the same way, just because a camera’s sensor can remain active for hours, it doesn’t mean the resulting long-exposure images are deceptive. It means we’ve found a mechanical way to extend our vision beyond its limitations. It gives us a greater understanding of the world around us, just like microscopes or telescopes or x-ray machines. Think of Rosalind Franklin's X-ray diffraction image of crystallized DNA that was crucial in determining the molecule's structure.


Fig. 21
The picture of my kitchen sink that has me rethinking the concept of water.


Fig. 22
A picture of The Vista House that makes me wonder if there are rapids in the sky.



Fig. 23
Perhaps a method to discover something about gnats?



Fig. 24
Something about the shape of water...not as flat as I thought.




Fig. 25
Not streams of water after all...



Fig. 26
Perhaps just to evoke a sense of deep time...



Fig.27
...or to capture the visit of a heavenly visitor.


All text and photos by s.dietz © 2019

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

an instant appreciation


The East Portland Community Center is hosting a display of photography by Scott Dietz through the month of September.

The images depict quiet moments of beauty in what are often familiar locales often taken for granted.

Scott has a B.A. in Art and Art Education. This implies that he has a college education, however, his scientist friends are quick to point out, “Yeah, but it’s in Art.” While studying art, Scott’s concentration was in sculpture (in particular, bronze casting).

He began seriously exploring photography on his own in 1996, the same year he acquired a canoe and began documenting the lifestyles of the Smith & Bybee (what were then) Lake beavers. Since then, his interests in photography seem to be converging on the intersection between nature, science, and faith.


He has displayed his work in juried exhibitions and local art festivals and occasionally wins awards. One highlight was winning the Oregonian’s 2006 Travel Photography Contest with a shot of the Eagle Creek trail.

East Portland Community Center location

The display is in a broad hallway just around the corner from the front desk.


If the photographs don't grab you, there are often spirited ping pong competitions

Unlike some venues, there is plenty of room for viewing (I'm talking to you Pancakes and Booze).
Alas, there will probably not be wine and cheese.

Monday, April 9, 2018

FEARFULLY MADE: Notes from the Field

The Fearfully Made presentation went off pretty smoothly. Friends and family, some unexpected, sat through a whole worship service to see this audio visual foray on a beautiful sunny day (which offered lots of other recreational temptations). I was touched and honored by their support. I've incorporated the live recording of Shirley Brendlinger's piano arrangement (from Sunday's presentation) into a video version available now on YouTube.




Curious to know where some of the pictures in the presentation were taken? Unsure of what some of the pictures are? This annotated timeline might prove to be helpful.


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EARTH DAY, APRIL 22nd, 10 AM @ REEDWOOD FRIENDS CHURCH


Beauty from Chaos has been the working title for the presentation of images I’ve assembled over the last month, but the thing that sparked this endeavor in the first place was the night the Eagle Creek Fire sprinted down the Columbia Gorge with the capriciousness of a tornado, obliterating some treasured landmarks while leaving others unscathed. Standing in the smoky darkness atop the Cape Horn Viewpoint, I was awed and horrified all at the same time. While I knew that lives and the works of lifetimes were hanging in jeopardy, I also knew that beauty, whose loss I was mourning, was itself a product of volcanic ‘disasters’, geography altering super floods, tectonic-plate-level seismic events, and countless fires through the eons. Indeed, from a cosmic perspective, life was born from stars and it has contended with fire from the very beginning.


The Reedwood Friends have posted the publicity for FEARFULLY MADE: Notes From the Field on their website:


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FEARFULLY MADE: Notes From The Field is the second audio/video collaboration between photographer Scott Dietz and pianist Shirley Brendlinger. Scheduled to premiere on Earth Day, April 22nd, at Reedwood Friends Church (during the worship service), the presentation utilizes Scott’s images of the Pacific Northwest and Shirley’s classical music arrangements to explore a suspected correlation (albeit a paradoxical one) between chaos and beauty: Does beauty spring from chaos? Is chaos beautiful?

FEARFULLY MADE: Notes from the field

I was sitting at a funeral reading the verses to the Sending Hymn (sung to the tune of Beethoven’s Ode to Joy). “Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea, Chanting bird and flowing fountain, teach us what our praise should be.” And I thought to myself, that’s what I was trying to explain to Dwight, except that with Dwight, I was relating the story of a Catholic nun who was explaining to me that there was another gospel, the testament of nature — the Artist’s brushstrokes (as I’ve said before).

Implicit in my title, I’m suggesting that the pictures I’ve taken are my notes from the field (of study). I began with an assumption that beauty arises from chaos, but after reviewing my notes, I noticed that this does not always seem to be true, especially for some individual trees. So, in an effort to follow where the data leads, I’ve picked a title that I hope allows for the emergence of beauty from chaotic scenarios, but recognize (from my limited perspective) it’s not a sure thing.


I’ve divided the presentation into four segments. The first segment deals with Cosmology. I have to say that, on my budget, it is extraordinarily hard to take pictures of the beginning of the universe. I had to use lentils as stand-ins so technically, some of my ‘notes’ are re-iterations of other people’s notes. My intention, though, was to establish the context of our world by sharing the narrative that stretches from the ‘Big Bang’ to the development of human consciousness. It’s a fascinating story that stretches 13.7 billion years. I had to leave a few parts out.


The second segment deals with geology broadly, and volcanoes in particular. From the lava vents that repeatedly flooded Central Oregon with molten basalt, to our temperamental strato-volcanoes (all fueled by the activity of migrating, earthquake causing, tectonic plates) volcanism has played a significant role in the shaping of the Northwest as well as dictating how our environment works today. The land we stand on, the weather we experience, and the water we drink are all keenly related to the formation of the Cascade Range.


The third segment briefly touches upon evidence of Ice-age floods. After the land was in place, water and ice went to work sculpting its face. The failure of ice dams repeatedly allowed the sudden entirety of vast Missoula Lake to pour across Central Washington creating the scablands, incredible scooped out coulees, and hanging waterfalls. Much of the distinctiveness of the Columbia Gorge is dependent on these episodes when the river’s peak flow-rate was ten times the combined flow of all the rivers in the world.

The final segment centers on fires I’ve seen in the Columbia Gorge with some examples of what occurs in the aftermath.

It’s a conundrum. The world is unbelievably beautiful. And if you aren’t careful, it will kill you.

I have a confession. Sitting at funerals, I sometimes have a suspicion that my dead friends are truly dead — that there may not be a life everlasting.  As one who values the fruits of a scientific worldview, I long for evidence or proof. Out in the field, with my camera, I see hints. The repeating, renewing cycles of the seasons and perhaps even the cleansing, refining work of fire are patterns that suggest Nature is constantly recycled. And though I would like to fit into this pattern personally — to be renewed — I am afraid it is likely to be quite painful.

I have camped on an island that has all at once tried to exhaust, freeze and drown me. Alternately, the same island has cradled me in a warm summer evening while providing me with all the oysters and berries I could eat. It’s the same island — only my experience and understanding change. I guess that’s why, when my loved ones lie in their final repose, I sing (Well, O.K., I don’t really sing – I follow along in the hymnal) those relentlessly optimistic songs. It is an exercise of hope. It is faith that my unbelief will be helped. I latch on to the conviction that, “Brothers! Above the canopy of stars, must dwell a loving Father.”

In the meantime, the world is unbelievably beautiful.


Finally, I’d like to point out that I am not technically a Quaker and I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that the synthesis of ideas presented in this article are my own and do not necessarily represent the views of Quakers, real scientists or members of my family.

According to a very old story, God makes a wager with Satan and calamity soon befalls a good man named Job. Abandoned and in considerable pain, Job asks questions that occur to him, like why do the wicked go unpunished? There follows considerable debate among Job and his ‘friends’, but eventually, God speaks from out of a whirlwind and berates Job with a flurry of rhetorical questions.

Where is the home of the east wind?
Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain?
Who laid out the path for the lightning?
Who makes the rain fall on barren land,
in a desert where no one lives?
Who sends rain to satisfy the parched ground
and make the tender grass spring up?

God seems displeased that Job has questioned his wisdom. God’s strategy seems to be to direct Job’s attention to His creation. “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?” He asks.

In Fearfully Made: Notes From the Field, the audience will see the channels cut for the torrents of rain, the barren land where no one lives and the parched ground where tender grass springs up. What do these landscapes shaped by cataclysm reveal about the creator?


When I revealed the title to my presentation, I promptly received two emails from my Mom asserting that it’s, “…fearfully AND WONDERFULLY made.” She didn’t explain why this distinction was so important to her, but I suspect she wants to counter my emphasis on the fearful part and remind me that God is good. So without further ado…

Sunday, September 3, 2017

IF I DON'T GET PAID, DOES THAT MAKE ME — PROMISCUOUS? : I Perform an Unsolicited Review of the Danuu WingMan Kayak Fishing Seat Accessory Pack


I carefully chose my kayak to be my ultimate photography platform, beer-barge, expedition capable, multi-tasking water-craft, and it has exceeded my expectations.


One thing I hadn’t foreseen, however, was my evolution as a fisherperson.  At first, pressured into fishing by my growing awareness of what I’ll term a sort of ‘karmic imbalance’…


…I soon began to experience brief bouts of not just ‘fishing’, but also ‘catching’, and the catching part turns out to be — really, really fun.


But much like photography, the activity of fishing soon suggests a plethora of accessories and additional tools that need to be juggled in the confines of the kayak cockpit. Obviously, there’s fishing poles and lures and baits and anchors that need to have their places — places where they can be easily and quickly acquired.

The manufacturer of my kayak (Wilderness Systems) is way ahead of me here. They’ve thoughtfully included something they call the SlideTrax Accessory System and of course, a molded cup-holder.  For normal people, these components allow for attaching anything from fishing rod holders to state of the art electronic fish-finders to the point where today’s fishing kayaks begin to rival aircraft carriers in terms of their relative complexity.  But for me, it all turns out to be an elegant way to dump expensive fishing gear into local lakes and rivers (all I did was unloosen a screw — granted a little too much — to adjust the rod-holder’s position, and now it rests at the bottom of Crescent Lake. I can still see that nut, flashing silver, lure- like, as it escaped down the scupper hole.)

Other fisherpeople on a budget have come up with milk crates as a storage solution (with very fine videos available on Youtube showing how to make your own), and while I like the price, I’m concerned about where to put one.


Most fisherpeople seem to put their milk crates right behind the seat, but that spot is reserved for my ice chest, for what I think are obvious reasons.

If only there was something that could fit in that little space between the back of the seat and the ice-chest.


Well, enter the WingMan by danuu Paddle Gear (Editor’s note: to conform to danuu's own logo, our convention will be to spell ‘danuu’ with a lower case ‘d’).

The WingMan is a kayak fishing seat accessory pack, meant to strap onto metal-frame kayak seats. Danuu’s literature says it’s, “Packed with Features! “ Essentially, it has two bottle holders, two rod holders, a central storage pocket and several Gear/Leash points.

Now those of you who are familiar with the Tarpon 140’s seat know that it is not a metal–frame kayak seat. This didn’t escape me either. So when I stumbled upon the WingMan at Next Adventure Paddle Sports Center (624 SE 7th Ave, Portland OR) I asked a salesperson (who called himself Autzen) if it would be O.K. to try attaching one to a tarponesque seat. Autzen not only said it was O.K., but helped me strap it onto the nearest tarpon.


The red arrows show the parts of the seat where I attached the WingMan’s straps, being careful not to interfere with the seat’s own rigging.


Note: If you like your seat back to ride really low, this accessory may not be for you. As attached here, the accessory pack prevents the seat-back from reaching its lowest position.


This side view of my kayak seat shows that the WingMan’s vertical length isn’t really an optimal fit for the tarpon’s diminutive seat-back . Notice how far the lower straps have to reach. Never-the-less, as the straps are tightened, the device proves rigid enough to hold firmly.


My initial trials reveal that the bottle holders are reasonably placed. You don’t have to be a contortionist to reach them, and inflexible as I am, I could easily reach my beverage without turning around in my seat. The fishing-pole holders were a little bit harder, but with practice, I don’t think I’ll need to turn around to get fishing poles in and out of those either. I can already access the pole on my right-hand side as well as fasten and unfasten the Velcro strap that safeguards the pole while stowed. I really like the placement of the leash lash points. Having them right on the rod holder makes a lot of sense. The leashes will mostly be behind me and out of the way, and I have high hopes that this will eliminate the current fishing-pole-deep-water-migration rate of two per season.


The danuu WingMan isn’t designed for my kayak seat, but still manages to provide me with all of its advertised features.  Initially I was concerned that the minimal anchor points available on my seat-back might result in the pack shifting over time with use, but so far that has not been the case.  While it wouldn’t be difficult to undo the straps and remove the WingMan after using the kayak, I prefer leaving it attached. It has a low profile when empty and folds out of the way with the seat-back during kayak transport.

Spiffy Kayak outfitted with Danuu's WingMan Kayak Fishing Seat Accessory Pack
at Rock Islands in The Narrows on the Willamette River above the Falls.

I think danuu’s kayak fishing seat accessory pack is a good idea and a good product.  I’d be pretty happy if danuu came out with an accessory pack specifically designed for Wilderness System’s Phase three seats, but not as happy as I would have been if I hadn’t already bought one that isn’t. I’m glad I took a chance and decided to give this new storage solution a shot. Hopefully, enough information is presented here to help you make similar decisions for your own kayaks.


Editors’ note:  This essentially has been an exercise in writing a review for an actual real world product. I have not received any compensation, samples, or even minimal political influence for writing this blog entry. But why not ask yourself (if you are a businessperson) if you think you could find a use for high quality images like these and honest reviews for your product(s) — because I know a guy…

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