While you were sleeping, Blaine Franger was shooting

Blaine Franger captured a batch of awesome lightning photos during the huge storm that hit Hood River in the early morning of June 29.
Blaine Franger captured a batch of awesome lightning photos during the huge storm that hit Hood River in the early morning of June 29.

Hood River photographer Blaine Franger got busy with his camera a week ago, when a thunderous lightning storm settled over the central Columbia River Gorge.

Many of the area’s residents slept through the rumble and the tumble, but Blaine got after it. Thanks, Blaine, for permission to share this image with readers of The Naked Truth. What a marvelous shot, lightning as a mirror image.

Check out his Beautiful Hood River blog for more samples of his work.

SoCal escapee heads north for fun, takes a liking to Naked

adam_carrv2Q – What do kite-boarding, mountain biking and rock climbing have in common with Naked Winery?

A – A love of each will lead eventually to Hood River.

So, all things in moderation to keep yourself happily tasting wine with Adam Carr, one of the newest faces in our Hood River tasting room.

Carr, like many immigrants to Hood River, came for the recreation. Born in the Southern California town of Ventura, he lived in — and surfed from — nearby Camarillo for years before heading north to the University of California at Santa Barbara.

He took his pharmacology degree to a gig in a pharmacy, but four years of that started to feel too much like … a job in a drug store.

“I decided to take a break,” he says.

And not go back, he might have added. He taught kite-boarding for awhile in the Dominican Republic, before turning his sights on Hood River.

“Kiting, biking and climbing brought me here,” he says. “I figured I’d fine a job when I got here.”

When did he get here?

“It was a Monday,” he says.

During his first few weeks in a Penetration T-shirt, Carr has come to appreciate the distinctly un-stuffy vibe of the Naked Winery crew.

“Saturday … or was it Sunday? No, it was Saturday; that was crazy,” he says. “Five or six bachelorette parties came through that day.”

Yes, he says, he met some bachelorettes.

It’s a tough job.