On a recent Sunday afternoon, Marty and I took a gaggle of photo-friends on our boat to a small island, an hour’s run from downtown Kodiak. Once anchored, we piled into the inflatable skiff with our tripods and camera bags and hit the beach to hike among
When I grabbed my camera bag and headed out the door, I had no particular agenda in mind. The sky was still peppered with stars and faint outlines of clouds meant the sunrise had potential. So did the day, as I soon learned.marion_owen_photography.
Isn’t it cool how answers show up in the most unusual ways…when we have burning questions, problems that need solving, or lessons to learn? Allow me to share a story with you…
During the wee hours of St. Patrick’s Day 2013, I stood with two fellow photographers on a gravel causeway flanked by mountains on one side and the Pacific ocean on the other. Above us, the northern lights shimmered and flowed like
I’m pleased to announce my new calendar for 2014, “Flavors of Kodiak Island: A kaleidoscope of photos, recipes and other inspirations from Alaska’s Emerald Isle.” [0rder direct from MarionOwenPhotography.com]
This post was originally published on October 11, 2013, and updated on May 23, 2020. I paddled my kayak toward a ‘circus’ of puffins. It was a cloudy-bright afternoon and their white cheeks and large, citrus-colored beaks stood out against the deep blue water. When I felt close enough, I quietly
This post is short ‘n sweet. I have 5 minutes before heading down to the harbor to lead a wildlife viewing trip on our boat. My summers are pretty crazy: Co-running a B&B, cooking for our dinner cruises, leading photography workshops…
I’m not a gadget gal, but when I find a great tool (one that improves, not complicates my life) I like to share with others. So during a photography workshop I recently lead for Natural Habitat Adventures, I handed my Hoodman HoodLoupe to one of the participants who was squinting (and groaning) at the display
Spring doesn’t arrive in Alaska, it splashes, blooms, buzzes and erupts. Let me describe it in pictures for you…
Exciting photo, eh? Yeah, I know. But taking the image sent me on a little journey for which I’m grateful. You see, I needed to know a “why.” And it took a National Geographic article about gardens to teach me a lesson in night photography…
After two weeks of vacationing in Hawaii, it was time to fly back to Kodiak, Alaska. Six hours in the air. My butt hurt.
Have you ever seen a real snowflake up close? At first glance, they resemble bits of frozen water. That’s what I thought until I started taking pictures of snowflakes. Follow my story about chasing snowflakes. You’ll discover the answer to the universal question,
The rain had stopped so we decided have breakfast at the Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle. “Go to Lowell’s, you’ll love their lemon-blueberry pancakes,” the hotel clerk said. So lemon-blueberry pancakes it was,
When it snows on Kodiak Island, something magic happens at high water. The black shale rocks are dusted with white, transforming them into tiny marshmallows. Then as the tide recedes, the snow is raked into the ocean, leaving a
If you had minutes to flee a disaster and could take only one item, what would you choose? Most people name a possession that can be impossible to replace: their photos.
If you live in California, winter’s passing is more of a transition. In Alaska, keeping tabs on day length is a statewide sporting event. As a gardener, I watch these things, even to the point of
Dan Burns is a professional sports photographer. To pay the bills though, he shoots “anything that moves,” from dance rehearsals and polo matches to brown bears and pro football games.