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Fog at the Quail Hill Trailhead in Irvine

Fog at Quail Hill Trailhead, Irvine, CAFog at Quail Hill Trailhead, Irvine, CA
Fuji Velvia 100 film, Shen Hao TFC 617-A camera
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I should probably move to Northern California, because I'm in love with fog. Waking up to that enveloping haze gets me all excited, like I'm seeing my lovely lady for the first time after months apart. And it should come as no surprise that I love fog. After all, I'm in love with clouds, and fog is nothing more than a cloud coming down to our level to say "hello." But we just don't get enough fog down here in Southern California, and when we do, it doesn't stick around long.

Oh, Fog, you're such a tease. Always playing hard to get.

Luckily for me, my muse - Fog - paid me a visit recently. She popped in to greet me several mornings in a row last week. Maybe she knew Valentine's Day was just around the corner. She wanted to surprise me. That's so cute. She knows me so well...

On Friday of last week, I seized the opportunity to spend some quality time with Fog. I woke up before dawn and packed up my panoramic camera, drowsily loaded up my truck, and headed to an old photographic stomping ground: Quail Hill Trailhead in Irvine. I fired off 3 rolls of Fuji Velvia 100 film over the course of a few hours, playing entirely with compositions involving dirt roads vanishing into the mist. The whole beauty of fog, after all, is the layers and depth she creates. With a road winding into the distance, I was able to show this layered effect.

Things didn't go well when I first arrived. I couldn't find a composition that worked, I felt rushed, I began to feel frustrated. It had been so long since Fog and I last spoke that it was just...awkward. But soon she'd be gone, and if I didn't turn on my A-game I'd have nothing to show for it. I was blowing my chance with Fog! Then, after taking the time to get reacquainted with each other, I finally found my groove and it was just like old times.

Quail Hill right now is beautifully lush from the rains this winter and I've been spending a lot of time lately at Quail Hill and the Irvine Open Space Preserve trying to capture this verdant landscape. Fog, though, mutes colors and casts a blue tinge over everything. The green was strong enough to show through, but it definitely takes on a different hue under these conditions. I actually dig the bluish color cast and muted tones for these shots. I think it captures the solitude and moodiness better than warm tones would.

Well, after this rendezvous with Fog, she fled town like she always does. I'm sure she's off playing with some other photographer's emotions up north, making him feel like the most important guy in the world until she wads him up and throws him in the garbage like a used tissue. I should break it off with Fog, tell her it's over and I'm done with her teasing me like this. But who am I kidding? I'll be waiting by the window with camera in-hand until she finds her way back to town.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.

Fog at Quail Hill Trailhead, Irvine, CA

Fog at Quail Hill Trailhead, Irvine, CA

Fog at Quail Hill Trailhead, Irvine, CA

Solo Camping in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park

Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, CA
Anza-Borrego Desert State Park
Kodak Portra 160 Film, Shen-Hao TFC 617-A
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Lately I've been trying to break out of my usual photographic style. Super-vibrant colors, rich contrast, epic wide-angle compositions..."yeah, yeah, we've seen it before, Nick." I've pursued this style for years because, let's be honest, it's an easy way to impress people. Flash some pretty colors on a computer screen and folks gather around like moths to a flame. It's no wonder this style has become so popular in recent years. Just boost that saturation slider in Lightroom and watch the "Likes" rack up.

But repetition is the antithesis to creativity. I've become so overloaded with that hit-you-in-the-face style of landscape photography that I just didn't feel creative anymore repeating my usual look. So when I found myself in one of my cyclic creative slumps again, I decided it was time to switch things up. I needed to try something new - something completely different than my usual modus operandi. I didn't even care if it was good, as long as it was different. An ounce of "different" is worth a pound of "good" when it comes to creating art, in my humble opinion.

With plans to take a solo camping trip to Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, I figured it would be the perfect opportunity to break out of my mold. So I made a mental checklist of what I typically do in my landscape photography: super saturated colors, deep dark shadows, wide angle compositions, and a pronounced foreground element. Good. Now I know what not to do.

My goal was to only take pictures with a lower-saturation film (Kodak Portra 160) so I didn't have the crutch of vibrant colors. This film also has softer contrast - one more crutch gone. Then I stuck exclusively to normal and telephoto focal lengths focused on more distant subjects. In other words, no using that sneaky trick of throwing on the super wide angle lens and getting right on top of an epic foreground element.

Also, the location was Anza-Borrego Desert State Park - a park with no notable geographic formations, no raging rivers or majestic peaks, and no iconic arches drawing people from all over the world. The park is bland compared to the photographer's Disneyland that is Yosemite. Point any lens at Half Dome and you have a 50/50 chance of creating something frame-worthy. But out here in the desolate badlands of southern California, Anza-Borrego Desert would provide no "get out of jail free" cards.

Putting myself in this position was uncomfortable. I was in unknown territory without my binky. The certitude that I would create at least one good photo wasn't coming with me on this trip. After all, what if this low-saturation, low-contrast, telephoto looks turns out terrible? What if nobody likes it?

It was tough fighting years of ingrained habits, but I came out unscathed and better for it. I'm happy with the photos. I like the softer look and the simplified compositions. They are photos I would actually hang on my own walls. But more than the look, I'm happy I broke out of my mold. It feels good to try something new. And ultimately, it's the only way to get the creative gears turning again once they bind up.

Now the question is, how long before I grow tired of this style?

Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, CA

Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, CA

Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, CA

Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, CA

Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, CA

Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, CA

Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, CA

And check out my sweet campsite: