Glory, Glory, Sounders FC!

To come back today would be incredible. We all know it can happen, we’ve seen the statistics. But the Sounders face a massive roadblock. The team has fallen into a horrible rut. And that rut goes by the name of Riley. Wait, I’ll go back. That Rut goes by the name of Defense. Wait, I’ll go back. That Rut goes by the name of Offense. Wait, I’ll go back. That Rut goes by the name of Mauro Rosales.
You are probably saying something like “What the hell is he talking about?”, and rightfully so. That first paragraph was surely a wellspring of confusion and blather. But hear me out.

I’ll start with the first, and worst, of the bunch. Mr. James Riley. He started the season a fan favorite, and his game play seemed to earn that. He had solid passes, a great running game, and seemed to be a great part of our defensive lineup. He moved quick, and as Chevy Chase said, he had his “eye on the ball.” I can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, but it seems to have been near the start of Summer.  He started missing people on passes. His crosses were winding up at the feet of the opposition. He wasn’t running as fast to get to the ball, and more and more he was just plain not receiving passes sent his way. He was being out-maneuvered by players that he should have been able to treat like school children. What was happening?

Honestly, I have no answer. Something, some spark of glory in him, died. He has spent more than half the season gradually pulling the team down. Now, I’m not saying he’s solely responsible. That would be heavy-handed of me, at best, and at worst it would be rude and just plain mean. He’s a great guy. A solid member of the community. But he’s just not… Rave Green. He’s more of a Lime Green. He wants to be Rave, I can see it… but he doesn’t want it as much as he once did.

First Key to the Match: Put Riley on the Bench. He’s had a good run. Give him a nice rest.

Which brings me to Defense. The Sounders continue having this horrible mentality of “Wait for the ball to get to me.”, when they should be saying “How fast can I get to the ball?” The teams we face aren’t as good, and yet they out-pass us on a regular basis, and worse, they snatch our passes like an NFL star receiver intercepting the ball in a kindergarten game of catch. What’s this mean to our defense? It means that when a team, such as RSL, runs the field toward our goal, they’re able to cleanly pass to each other, and we have maybe 4 players on the team who try to get in the way of the ball – and none of those players are in our back 4. Wahl has moments of greatness, but most often that is when he’s playing farther up the field. Evans seems to be great at the same rate as blue moons. Leo has a bizarre penchant for trying to be the Muscle, and fails on the finesse. And Riley… is Riley. To be sure, these aren’t our only defenders. But they are fairly common.

Second Key to the Match: Kasey can’t do it alone. Choose strong defenders to guard the net, and have them work on not just jockeying for position, but outright taking of the ball. Steal those passes, stop those runs. Get in the Way. You might get a soccer ball in the Protector, but that’s what its for. Man up and Defend. It’s your job.

And now we talk about Offense. Looking at the RSL game, it’s hard to see how we did much more than deliver the ball to RSL’s defense so they could send it back down field. An abysmal shots-on-goal record, and where were those set pieces we’re so well known for? A game full of mediocre attempts to get to the box, generally ending in RSL snatching the ball away and heading back towards Kasey. Where was the Drive? Where was the Passion? This is a team known for last-minute victories, end-of-game comebacks, overage-time scoring. Was RSL so far above us that we just couldn’t pin the ball to the net? Hardly. They just dominated the game when Seattle played their weakest.

The terms that come to mind for me from that match are: Passing Game; Trapping; Marking Targets; Momentum.

The passing game was weak. Like the defenders, the wings and forwards seemed to be more than willing to stand where the ball would come to them. And RSL seemed more than willing to run right through that rolling path and snatch the ball away. The boys in Green acted like a children’s soccer team and…

No, scratch that. They day AFTER RSL put a fresh coat of shellac on the Sounders, I watched a children’s soccer game. Twelve year old girls, battling it out on the greens in Capitol Hill. Intercepting passes, following the ball like sharks following a wounded seal. No waiting for the ball to come to them. No. Running TO the ball. Making those passes happen instead of waiting for them to happen.

So, the Sounders played worse than a bunch of twelve year old girls.

I said it.

Third Key to the Match: Clean Passing and Trapping. Solid Drives and Taking Shots. The ball isn’t going to knock itself down field and toss itself into the net, boys. It needs help.

And finally, the one you’ve all been waiting for. The Rut we’re all guilty of, fans and players alike.

Mauro Rosales.

We all love him He plays like a man possessed. He manages to hold onto the ball even when people are tossing him around like a hot potato. He stays standing like a crazed Weeble Wobble through tackle attempts that would stagger and drop most players. His speed, agility, and eye on the other players is almost legend at the CLink. He cries Rave Green tears of joy, and sweats the cure for the common cold. He walks on water and breathes fire. He knocked out Chuck Norris with a nutmeg and shoulder-check.

Wait a minute. Are we talking about a Soccer Player, or the Son of God?

Mauro is a big problem for the Sounders. The team’s game-play elevates when he walks onto the field. They just plain do better when he’s in the match. And that’s the problem. If they are able to play better when Mauro is in the starting eleven, or subbed in during the match… Why can’t they just play that well all of the time? They clearly have it in them. Even Riley’s skills seem to come to life when Rosales is there. Jaqua becomes a force to be reckoned with when Mauro takes the pitch.

Why aren’t they playing that way all of the time?

There’s nothing I would love better than to see Mauro Rosales play and drive us to a win tonight. Wait – I take that back. There’s one thing: I would love to see the Sounders play as well without him as they do with him. I would love to see the level of game-play not be affected in the least when Mauro is subbed in in the second half. I would love to cheer his running onto the pitch, instead of offering prayers of thanks to dark and mysterious deities for finally rescuing a run-down Sounders FC by sending the demi-god of Soccer to bail them out.

Fourth and Final Key to the Match: The Sounders need to play all the time like they play when Mauro is on the field. No one man should elevate the game play of a whole team. The game play should always be elevated. They are that good, all the time. They just need to play like it.

~Bleeding Rave Green

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Alpiste Diet, Day One

I started the day at 231.5. On the plus side, I’m 20 pounds lighter than my heaviest.

Breakfast this morning is an Alpiste Shake. Or Smoothie. Or glass of cement. It’s a simple recipe: an ouce or so of Alpiste (also known as Canary Seed), soaked overnight, tossed in a blender with a cup and a half of milk, and a half cup or cup of fruit. I went with frozen blackberries this morning. It makes for a nice purple color in the drink. Now if I could just get rid of the grainy texture.

In theory, this little mix is supposed to keep me full for a large chunk of the day, and make me more likely to burn fat easier. Time will tell, of course.

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Share Your Thoughts

I noticed today that when I decided to make a comment on G+, the heading for the page was “Share your thoughts”. So that’s what I’m going to do.

Happy Thoughts:
This morning, I woke up with a tiny puppy snuggled up on my pillow. Super cute, right? I mean, yeah, my head was still on the pillow, and yeah, the tiny puppy weighs 17 pounds, and yeah, the tiny puppy was snuggled up on my head. But still… Super Cute! And she was snoring. It gets no better, friends.

I arrived at work this morning, carrying my backpack and about 30 pounds of old bills, paycheck stubs, a few credit cards, and unknown amounts of printed pieces of what-not. Why? It was Shred-Time. I went to it. I stuffed the Secure-Shred box to capacity, and passed those old cards through the power-shred-master (it chewed them up like a wolf with a piece of fillet mignon). So my morning started with great satisfaction.

My breakfast was a chai tea, non-fat milk, no extra pumps (I’m trying to be good, and all those extra pumps is just extra sugar.), and a muffin my wife made. I have to admit – it was the lightest, fluffiest muffin I’ve ever had. Very well done!

Not So Happy Thoughts:
Yesterday, some asshole on a motorcycle reminded me just exactly why it is so many assholes on motorcycles become organ donors, posthumously. Traffic was mostly stop, no ‘go’ included, and this jerk thought that since he was on something only 2 feet wide, it was perfectly ok to ride down the line between lanes of cars. If I wasn’t in my shiny new Lexus, I would have rammed him. Why do motorcyclists bitch and complain about how nobodies pays attention to them on the road, or treats them like real vehicles, when they are so willing to ignore basic fucking laws?

Later, still on my way home, another motor cycle pulled up beside me at a light. Now, that wouldn’t be so bad, except that I was in the right hand lane… and he pulled up on my right side. And when the light changed, he STAYED in that space, and drove along, ignoring traffic, laws, and general personal safety.

If it were only motorcyclists who were so brazenly dumb, I might find a way to ignore it and blissfully continue on. But it’s also bicyclists.

One of my main routes home, once I get off I-90, is to drive along Marginal Way on the waterfront. It takes me over the ‘Short Bridge’ to West Seattle, and I can avoid I-5, which is always a plus. Now, along this route, there is a cycle lane – a three foot wide strip along the right side of the driving lane where cycles can be. I love it. They get a lane, they can ride as slow as they want, and there’s no interruption of traffic. Awesome.

On this route home, there are a couple of traffic lights. Invariably, at the first one, some cyclist will always pull one of my favorite moves: While all of us vehicles are stopped, waiting for the Red light to turn Green, the cyclist will come whizzing along and just shoot right on through, like the light wasn’t there. The same cyclists who bitch and complain about how they want to be treated fairly, and how vehicles should remember that cycles are ‘vehicles’ too, and how cycles also belong on the road… These same cyclists apparently have decided that the pretty lights at intersections must be decorative. Or suggestions. Or invisible.

Come to Jesus Moment:
We very much seem to live in a “do it your own way, and to hell with everyone else” society. A society so bent on ‘freedom’ that we take it to extremes, picking and choosing which parts of common law we will abide by, and which are just annoyance, and to be ignored. And if you think this statement doesn’t apply to you, I ask:

When you pull up behind someone who is stopped at a right-turn-with-a-stop-sign, and they drive forward… Do you pull up and STOP at the stop-sign, or do you drive right on behind them, figuring you already stopped? (No, not you, Mr. Third or Fourth in line. – I’m talking to Mr. Second Place.)

When you’re in one of our great industrial parks, such as the MS Redmond complex, or the Factoria T-Mobile hill, and there are little intersections with stop-signs… If there are no pedestrians, and no cross-traffic… Do you Stop?

When you’re in a mall or grocery store or outdoor shopping center or Home Depot parking lot, do you STOP at those thick white stop lines at the end of the parking lines? Or do you use the “ain’t nobody comin’. Time to git.” methodology?

If you are the person who doesn’t stop any of those situations, Then, Yes, Billy. I’m talking to you. You’re not special. You’re not above. You’re not a law unto yourself. All these little rules apply to you just as well as the big rules (You know – don’t kill your neighbor because his Chihuahua pissed on your rose-bushes and left little piles of poo all over your lawn… Those sort of big rules.)

And if you don’t think I’m talking to you, then next time you’re out and about, count up all your ‘minor moving violations’, keep tally, and be honest. Do you use our blinkers not only for turning corners, but for changing lanes? Do you use them to turn in parking lots? Are you one of those awesome double-parkers (It’s NEVER legal, people, unless you’re an official emergency vehicle. Even if you use your Hazard Lights.)? Do you drive even as little as 5 miles over the speed limit everywhere you go? Do you drive 5-10mph in parking lots? Do you step on the gas when the light turns yellow (Guilty! I do it all the damned time!)?

We all break laws we’re fully aware of, all the time. Every one of us. Police included. What are our justifications for thinking the rules don’t apply to us? I’m sure there’s a study, and if there isn’t, then there ought to be.

Back to Happy Thoughts:
At home are two fuzzy beasts who love absolutely, and without reservation, non-stop. Mokey and Ziggy, I’ll be home in about 8 hours. Check my blog, and you’ll know this. (Note to self: I should install a tiny speaker and LCD in the crate, and a little web cam, so the dogs and I can talk during the day. Or is that going too far?)

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The Black Death

I woke up Thursday last week, and thought to myself, “I shouldn’t go in today. I feel terrible.”

But I went in.

Throughout the day, I gradually felt worse. My throat was killing me, I couldn’t swallow anything but the iciest of ice waters, and my breathing was slowly becoming more labored. By the time I got home, I’d made up my mind.

I wasn’t going in Friday.

I figured that if I took a day, and perhaps the weekend, I would be shiny and happy once again come Monday morning. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Friday morning, I woke, groggy and hurting in every joint. I had spent the night mostly awake, sleeping in between involuntary swallows during the night. (The human type person swallows an awful lot of times during sleep – I know this now first-hand.) Swallowing hurt so much, it would awaken me, and I would lay there for 10-15 minutes, trying to pass back out once more.

Repeat as needed.

Friday, my sinuses decided to join the party. Breathing became more restricted, and my head felt like it wanted to spontaneously explode and implode. I faced the beast bravely all day. Well, ok, ‘bravely’ might be a stretch. I faced it more like a frightened child. But I had my wife and puppies to help me through. Very supportive all around, but I was still feeling much like I assume ass would feel if it felt like ass.

The weekend flowed very much the same. Hot sweats, cold sweats, coughing, sneezing, breathing through one nostril. You know the drill. Good Morning, America. Insert Plague symptoms here.

Fast Forward to Monday (because the weekend was packed with ick): Symptoms should be reduced, right? I should be on the mend, right?

Wrong.

My taste buds are wonky. Egg dishes and soup currently are tasting great, but otherwise, I’m somewhat handicapped in the taste category. My body doesn’t know what time of day it is. I’m passing out when I should be awake, and bursting into wakefulness in the middle of the night.

This plague should be over. I want this plague over. Now would be great. At this point, work tomorrow is out of the question. The next day? Up in the air.

How do you end the flu? A flu shot is certainly not the answer.

More soup, please.

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Open Cup Threepeat

Three Open Cup wins in a row! What a fantatic Tuesday evening!

Props to Freedy for keeping a cool head and tapping in the game winner. However, I have to say that the goal Oswaldo Alonso put in was ne of the more masterful plays I’ve seen since I started attending Sounders matches. The way he fought to keep that ball, watching the goalie dive to save a kick that didn’t happen, muscling through two defenders, and then making a phenomenal shot at what can only be described as a “difficult angle” after he had already run past the post… I’d put that as a Goal of the Week!

The team today was the team I’ve been looking for for the last month and a half. Strong offense, strong defense. Trapping the ball, directing the passes (with a few small flubs), and enough shots on goal to make the level of excitement and anticipation in the croud reach all-time highs. To see Kasey making amazing saves to keep the game a shutout (tacos for everybody!) was also a great highlight.

This will go down as one of my favorite games of all time. So many firsts for me. My first Open Cup, my first Open Cup win, my first Sounders record breaking (largest crowd ever to attend an Open Cup match). I’m sure there are other firsts in there somewhere, but at the moment I’m still just giddy over the night.

Even without a visit to Tat’s Deli.

Go Sounders.

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Another Near Miss

A 2-2 tie in Guatemala last night puts the Seattle Sounders into the CONCACAF Quarter Finals. But do they deserve to go forward? As much as I love to watch them play, and as much as I want for them to win everything and come home with Cup after Cup…

No. No, they don’t deserve it.

Without Osvaldo Alonso, last night’s game would have gone in a vastly different, and much more ugly, direction. Ossy was a bright spot in an otherwise dark and dismal play session, and the reason comes back to my favorite things: Trapping, Passing, Receiving. The Sounders are (most of them) god awful at these cores of Soccer, and it blows my mind.

Trapping:
Last night was a prime example of how the SFC fails to trap passed balls. The ball was bouncing 10-15 feet away last night on about 70% of the passes, giving those speedy bastards of (as the announcer put it) “Communicashinez” plenty of opportunity to steal the ball. The prime examples on our team of excellent trapping are Ossy and Mauro. We’ve all seen Rosales receive a down field goal kick from Kasey… the ball comes hurtling through the air with enough force to knock over a WWE wrestler, and Mauro just raises a foot, scoops the ball to the ground, and blam. Control. Osvaldo the same. I’ve watched Alonso catch those massive lobs from the scrum in a set piece, and with one touch send the ball rocketing back at the goal with deadly accuracy. (Last night, btw, was the first time I’ve seen one go IN from that little move.) And the part that blows my mind is – when you see these guys practicing before the games, they trap the ball perfectly! There’s none of the error during practice. There’s no three to five yard bounce. The ball hits them, they trap it, drop it, and send it Accurately back. Practice should carry to the game, but it doesn’t.

Passing:
The Sounders have so many passes that wind up nowhere near anyone. I get that the idea is to pass where someone will be if they run for it… but some of these passes go literally nowhere. Freddy, for instance, averages more flubs per game he’s in than connected passes – passes to the opposition, passes that look cool, but ultimately wind up giving the ball away, passes that fly in the opposite direction any of his teammates were running, passes that are way too strong, and require Olympic Class sprinters to catch. And Freddy isn’t alone. El Flaco is one of the worst perpetrators of this crime. He’ll often kick the ball down field… when none of our players are down field with him. Who’s he kicking to? Only El Flaco Knows! And it’s not just these two that are guilty. We’ve all groaned at a Zach Scott cross that left the field before anyone was within twenty feet of the ball. We’ve all sighed and frowned watching Tyson Wahl drop a long down-field drive that wound up being faster than the man he was passing to.

And this brings me to my favorite topic.

Receiving:
The lads are great players to watch, and there’s nothing I love more than to see them perform a well-executed drive to the goal. The intricacy of the passing game can be magical. And rare.

And then there’s the rest of the time.

The team has a “wait and see” attitude when it comes to receiving passes. They rarely go to the ball, but instead wait for it to come to them. This is how speedy guys like Communicaciones manage to make the SFC look so bad. They run to the ball. When the pass is made, they do their best to get to it before someone else can take it away. We (That’s the Fan ‘We’, there.) stand there and wait for the ball to get to us. Last night was such a prime example of how not to receive passes, I believe Sigi should use the game as a training video. “See that? Don’t ever do that again.” The Sounders have given up so many passes between not just their own teammates, but also between opposing players, that I’m starting to think they’re trying to be gentlemen about it. “Oh, no, sport. That’s clearly your ball. Go right ahead and get it. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

Now, all this negativity has probably convinced you that I’m not a fan. That I hate the Sounders. That I kick kittens. That I pray for the fall of the DOW and NASDAQ.

This is as far from the truth as you can get. I love watching the Sounders, in spite of these heinous crimes against the sport. Because the Sounders manage, even with these major shortcomings, to be an excellent club. They create magic in almost every game, and are a true pleasure to watch. When I see them take the pitch, my heart speeds up. When they score a goal, I scream myself hoarse. Every time they have a good play and deny the opposition the ball with a well timed kick to the sidelines; every time they manage to take the ball and make a drive down field, every missed shot at the goal that was at least a shot taken. Every single great moment they create, I’m clapping, and whistling, and yelling, and cheering them on.

I think I am. I know I am. A Sounders FC Fan.

~Bleeding Rave Green

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Adventure? Excitement? A Jedi craves not these things!

The release date has been announced for (Star Wars: The Old Republic! December 20th, in the US. That’s right, people! The latest money sink is here! And the date when I’ll turn my computer back on!

The date for this has been pushed two or three times over the last year, always with Bioware citing a need to “release a good product” – a totally valid point, to be sure – with never a hint to an actual day because “We don’t want to give a heads up to the competition, allowing them to release patches or updates to their own games at the same time.” The ‘competition’ is, of course, World of Warcraft. And a big patch would be just the sort of thing Blizard would do.

The day approaches. And now, more than ever, I’m glad we’re cleaning out the office! It’ll be good to have more room to bounce excitedly around while smiting foes. It will be glorious. And epic.

And… what’s that, you say? “What the hell is The Old Republic?”

Picture the Star Wars story line. The Luke era is “now”. The Knights of the Old Republic happened 4000 years earlier. The Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords, took place less than 50 years later. The Old Republic is 300 years after that. Back in a time when the Force was something amazing. Something that could tear planets out of orbit, stand mountains on their peaks, change minds of the masses… Hmm – I’m sounding a tad Dark here. I’ll rephrase. Back in a time when the Force was something Amazing. Something that could move nations to peace in a time of war, heal multitudes of their weariness and pain, erase strife and ease darkness in the troubled about to fall to the Dark Side.

Nifty, eh? So, The Old Republic is the latest MMO to hit the scene. The wizards at Bioware have rethought MMOs and retooled the way the game genre works. If you’re REALLY curious, head on over to the SWTOR website (linked above) and watch the videos in the Media section. The Gameplay videos are the best, since they show how it will actually be in the game. It looks like it’ll be amazing.

I’ll be there. Will you?

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The Pain of a Sounder

Week after week, I go to the Brougham End, or tune in my radio or TV, to watch the Match. To watch the 11 men take the pitch, and see them give their all in an effort to give ‘what for’ to the opposition. And week after week, I watch the men of the Sounders FC take a beating. We all know the Sounders have taken their share of lumps, and our team has its own stories of woe and misfortune.

Steve Zakuani, brought low by a low blow. O’Brian White, incapacitated by a blood clot, and recurrant surgery. Freddy Montero, in a cast for months with a broken wrist. Terry Boss, concussed. Mike Seamon, latteral ankle tendon injury. And lately, Mauro Rosales with a possible knee injury (more information to be gleaned today after his MRI) and Mike Fucito.

Mike Fucito

Mike Fucito in the Sounders vs DC United game, Saturday the 17th of September.

What’s that? You knew about Mauro, but Mike caught you off guard? “I didn’t know Mike Fucito was injured!”, you reply.

You aren’t alone. Unless you were watching the game and not the camera work, you might have missed it. Fucito seems to be off camera a lot lately. In the Open Cup matchup against FC Dallas, Mike came away with 9 stitches on his forehead, thanks to an errant elbow (no call made, thank you Officials) near the end of the match. Dropped to the ground during an attempt to pull the ball out of the corner, and then ignored as play continued – apparently the official figured Mike was faking it.

After all, let’s admit it: Soccer has a lot of ‘acting’ present. Diving for fouls and penalties seems to be part and parcel in the action each match. The pitch is full of actors and prima donnas. But there are also some hard working men out there. Men who only hit the grass when they’ve been slammed to it after a bout with the other team.

But the Dallas game wasn’t the first time, nor the last.

Fast forward to this last Saturday, on a day that would otherwise have been recorded as a fantastic victory for the Sounders. A Three-Zero shutout against DC United, (with an FC Dallas loss that same day) widening the gap between the Sounders and everyone else, and pushing the Sounders over the Fifty-point mark (a new Sounders record!). It should have been a day for celebration, but there were sour notes in the air. Mauro Rosales, smashed to the ground, agonizingly clutching his knee – a referee seemingly unconcerned. A Sounders FC star dimmed. But Mauro was not alone.

That’s right – you thought I’d forgotten why we’re here. Mike Fucito. The smallest man on the roster, and one of the hardest working. This game saw Fucito slammed out of bounds, crushed to the ground, and beaten until dizzy and limping. Four times a DC United player knocked Fucito to the ground, and on each occasion, also out of play, as Mike was swept through the boundary lines on the field to sit, broken and dazed, on the sidelines, trying to work his way back up to playing. Each time, the Harvard Tank continued on, like a boxer in the twelfth round, stumbling now and then, but putting all his heart into the game.

Were you watching? I was. And thankfully so was Sigi. Mike was taken off the field, replaced by Nate Jaqua in the sixty-seventh minute, after spending nearly four minutes near the boards in the south end on the ground, and finally limping around the southeast end of the field toward the Sounders bench, only to wait for the rule-appropriate moment, and go back in once more. He gives as well as he takes, but a person can only take so much.

The official word is that Alvaro Fernandez is the Man of the Match.
The announcers after the game love Rosales (and with reason) and vote him as the MotM.
But when all is said and done, my money is on Mike Fucito. Hard working, with the give-and-take that wouldn’t be out of place in a Scrum, the speed that is unrivaled on the Sounders team, and a constant drive to keep moving, even when you’re repeatedly bounced clean off the pitch. All of that says Man of the Match to me. I just hope he recovers fast – CONCACAF, the Open Cup, the MLS playoffs… There’s a lot on the line, and with some of our star players dropping like flies, we need the hard-working men all the more.

~Bleeding Rave Green

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Epic Fog

We were going to be at the shores of the Pacific Ocean. There would be waves. There would be great, crashing, frothy waves. There would be amazing sunsets, amazing sunrises, and by god… amazing night starry photo opportunities. I would come home with some !@#$ing amazing photographs. That’s right: Photographs. Not “holiday snaps.” Not “vacation pictures.” PHOTOGRAPHS.

And then the Fog rolled in. Have you ever taken a picture in a fog so dense you could see maybe 50 feet? A fog so white that in the day time, it was blinding? Neither have I.

Until Now.

I tried. I lowered shutter speeds. I raised shutter speeds. I increased F-Stop. I decreased F-Stop. I bumped up the ISO. I dropped the ISO. I zoomed in. I zoomed out. I went wide angle. I went macro. The sum total of the shots were a lot of white, a little light gray, a lot of dark gray, and two dogs playing on the beach. It wasn’t “horrible”, but it wasn’t “Dear god, man! That’s astounding!”

And then, for one brief, shining moment, the sun burned through. The fog rolled nearly a half mile out to sea. The beaches were clear, and the water was blue. The sand was… well, sand colored. I was going to take a picture. I turned away, I turned back – and there was the fog. With a vengeance.

I have pictures. With a massive amount of photo post-processing, I might even get a photograph from them. Time will tell. I’ll post again when I know.

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It’s the Final Countdown

Today’s EOB (End of Business) will mark the start of a week’s vacation. The fam are loading up the truck and heading into the hills! Well – Heading to the ocean, actually. You know… The Big Blue Wet Thing.

The plan is to stay at this nice little cottage by the shore, and forget the world exists beyond what we can see.

Work? Ceased to be.
Seattle? A dark spot in the memory.
Highways? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.

There will be wifi, which is good – a week without internets could possibly kill us. We’d be found huddled in the corner, drooling and making “typing” motions with our twitching fingers, occasionally saying “El Oh El” and giggling.

I’m taking my camera bag, tripod, iPad, and Kindle, as well as two fold-’em-up chairs. We’re packing up the dogs, a pic-a-nic basket, a cooler, and enough clothes to be decent. Everything else is dead weight! Aside from food and necessities, that is.

I am planning to try to take at least one good set of night shots. It should be interesting. I’ll most likely muck it up and wind up with a really great scenario in a really black picture. Too bad you can’t make prints of your memory.

I’ll be reading up on awesome things like “Taking great pictures at night” and “How to get a great shot of your dog”.

Suggestions are welcome.

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