Sunday, March 1, 2015

Small Flies, Progressive Lenses and the Wonder of Whales

By Bob Ferris

Checking out the marshes near Klamath Falls.
When Carlene and I recently went down to Klamath Falls we had an opportunity to sit down with another couple who were retired and currently living in Sisters, Oregon.   We chatted about birding and he and I eventually talked some about fly fishing.  We both found ourselves favoring larger patterns where we once went for small.  We also chatted about aging.

While walking down the long stairway to the evening’s presentation, I offered up that we do not age per se as much as we progressively go blind and deaf convincing the world and ourselves that we are old.  We chuckled conspiratorially about this knowing the half-truth of it.  What the hell, it could become our reality.

This conversation comes to mind as I was loading two videos on my YouTube channel  this morning. The first one has simply comedic value in that it demonstrates that we of the progressive lens set frequently have problems sorting out quickly how technical things—like video cameras with tiny buttons and even tinier writing—actually work.  We get there eventually—with the help of our older sisters or more lenses and lights—but we can be entertaining while on our pathway to technical glory or even competence.

I did get partway there in the second video not so much in capturing the whales in National Geographic style or artfully, but in the wonder and amazement of the people around us.  The oohs and ahs sent chills.  And some of that amazement came from my 90 year-old mother visiting Alaska for her birthday and celebrating the land that brought her parents together in Seward early in the past century.  I felt that I succeeded by capturing that.

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