Joe Is a Jesus-lovin, picture takin fool from banks, oregon. His other hobbies include climbing, hiking, fixing his vanagon, and pretty much anything slightly dangerous or far from the ground.

With an enormous love for life and people, joe brings a smile to everything he does. this blog is a small glimpse of his view on the world and the things created in it.


A Splendid Proposal

A Splendid Proposal

“there is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered”
— Nelson Mandela

I'm sure all of us have a favorite spot on this planet. I'm going to tell you about mine.

This place isn't as beautiful as Yosemite, or even close to as good of weather as California, but this is a wonderful beach and it is my favorite. This place has a lot of family memories; the first of which I can remember was when we spread my grandpa's ashes into the ocean, and the second was when I proposed to my mother.

One day my dad, his girlfriend, and I were at Neskowin beach climbing up this big rock. I was about three at the time, and my dad stopped me to roll up my jeans. When we stopped, he told mom to keep walking up the hill - but as he rolled both of our jeans up - he stuck a ring in the fold of his pants and said “When we get to the top, I'm going to give this to you, and I want you to hand this to Ruth and ask her to be your mom.” We kept climbing, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the ring in his jeans. How was it going to stay safe in there?! As we approached the viewpoint my dad slipped me the ring - and with a remarkable view I held the ring out to her while I asked, "Will you be my mommy?" She had the ring on her finger before my dad could get on his knees to ask her. She said yes to him too, and to this day she has long surpassed the definition of a loving mother and friend. 

When everyone heard about this story, they decided to name that place proposal rock, after us. To this day it’s known by that name, and they even named the hotel after us too,  the Proposal Rock Inn.

Just kidding. I wish they named it after us, but that wasn't true.

In any case, my family took another trip there this week and I got a shot that just might be one of my very favorites (Although thanks to the bitter cold of Oregon's Pacific Ocean this shot was actually a pain to get.) Forced to go in the ocean bare-foot, I quickly realized I was not going to last any longer than a minute or two. I switched to a different tactic. Instead of standing on the sand, I twisted my feet deeper and deeper into the wet sand until I was buried mid-calf. This allowed me to stand in the spot I wanted while keeping my feet out of the cold water. I wish I didn't have to do this, but the waves were too strong to leave the tripod on it's own. (It's also funny to note, my dad's filter holder can only hold one filter at a time, but I wanted to use two different filters for this shot. Running out of time and options, I put the graduated neutral-density filter on first and wrapped my headlamp strap around it; creating a small place within the strap that would hold the second filter up to the lense. You can see it in the post on the main blog page, but every time I look at it I laugh because it's just so ghetto.)

The tide rolls in while Proposal Rock patiently waits

Two hours later the golden hour had receded - as well as the tide - and I could free myself from the sand and leave the tripod on it's own. Four hours after that, the light had entirely faded from the horizon allowing me to bask in the beauty that are the stars. 

Stars dip into the horizon behind Proposal Rock

Independence Day, and other transmuting things.

Independence Day, and other transmuting things.

Faith, and A Picture of A Tree

Faith, and A Picture of A Tree