On the second day of my December journey to my parent’s home on Anchorage, I borrowed the truck and trekked South onto the windy roads which snake into the Chugach Mountains South of town. The low slung mountains, once a haven for miners seeking gold, offer wide vistas from which to capture images of the Cook Inlet, Anchorage, The Alaska Range to the North and the valleys and ridges of the Chugachs. Here is a set of HDR images from that trek. They are available to purchase and enjoy from my sister website at Photoshelter.
All photos were taken with the Canon 7D and processed in Lightroom and Photoshop. Contact me for custom cropping of the images. I am also available for weddings, portraits and events. Contact Michael Kleven at 206-307-7588
My first 10 years of life took place in and around Bothell Washington. I’m back not running a photography and video production business with services tailored to families and small business. In my spare time I enjoy photographing the people and places of the Pacific Northwest and working on feature films. I went to High School and College in Bellingham Washington. Another small town just 65 miles North of Bothell. On the 4th of July this year I decided to sample and photograph a little bit of the distinctive imagery of these two Northwest cities and record a little bit of how they celebrate the 4th. I think you will agree that natural beauty and the joyful spirit of our people are two reasons why people chose to settle here.
Bellingham is known for it’s serenity, tranquility, sunsets and natural beauty. It also hosts an annual fireworks display in the towns harbor area. This year we were fortunate to experience our first sunny day after a very wet, cold and rainy June on Independence Day. The sunset that day was particularly stunning, perhaps fueled by the wildfires of Siberia bringing a rare light to our skies via the jet stream. I graduated from Bellingham High School in 1982 and Western Washington University in 1988. I always enjoy my trips home to this small city on the shores of the Salish Sea.
I started school in Kenmore and lived there until age 10 when the family began the transition that would lead us to Bellingham. Kenmore was a small town back then, still is, but much of the country charm has left replaced by a certain suburban quality decidedly upscale. I remember when I was a kid the firemen would let me play with their white dog with black spots as I stared in amazement at the shiny brass pole they would slide down during an emergency.
The drive-in was called The Arctic Circle or AC for short. The teenage girls who worked there would save the ice cream cones that had collapsed during their creation and sell them to me at a reduced rate. You would just ask for a “mistake”. My Grandma worked at the local thrift store called the Wigwam and my grandfather was a race car driver at a place called Sky Valley. I guess he was pretty good.
Two days ago I was looking for some inspiration and I looked up in the sky at the wave after wave of crows passing overhead as they made their way up the lake to there roosting areas in the marshes and forests beyond. I ventured down to the water and captured a few of the crows as well as the unique industrial area and the setting sun beyond. These are a few of the pictures I took.