Showing posts with label Montana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Montana. Show all posts

10.14.2010

Winter

Winter on Yellowstone River
A little while ago I wrote a post about why autumn is fave rave of seasons.  UL wrote a follow up on both autumn and winter.  Her winter post asked, "What is winter for?" I wrote a comment for her that post and she recommended I post it here as well. 

Lines to Her Heart (Photographed on a cold day in late November)
We are having a very warm October in northern California. It is supposed to be 91 in SF today, which is a novelty to me (I've lived here for 13 years). I am hoping to go up to the Napa/Sonoma wine country this weekend to see the grape vines changing colors.

As for winter, maybe it is my dark side, but it is my second favorite season. I love the short days, long nights, angular sun, rain/snow, bare trees, cool days and cold nights. I love skiing (both types) and breathing in the cold air into my lungs. I love walking in the snow (something I miss since moving from Montana) and hearing the crunch of it under my feet. There is nothing more peaceful than walking during a quiet snow fall.

I find winter very erotic and sensual. The red of the wines, the glow of the fire, the warm food, and the need to be beside someone. The long nights give us time to explore each other without feeling guilty of missing daylight playing and chores. All of these put me much more in the mood than spring flowers and bright days.

Maybe another reason I love fall is that it is the foreplay for my winter. Who doesn't love a whole season of foreplay?

I lost my virginity in winter, fell in love for the first time in winter, and also lost a friend in winter (see link below.)  Winter is not subtle in its attributes or what we humans do during it, at least not for me.

Below are some links to other posts I wrote about winter.  At the bottom is a zen video showing both the beauty and solitude of winter, and one young man's life during it.


The beauty of cross country skiing.

The story of a friend's suicide on a cold January day.

8.11.2010

If you are going to be a bear...


... be a grizzly.
This saying bothers me.  I get the obvious point, if you are going to be something, make it be the biggest/best.  I find it odd though how it sounds like an old saying but has become a meme (at least to me) in just the past few months.

I first heard it on the brilliant FX show Justified.  I then heard it again a week later on a very different show.  Since then it has popped up in articles, jokes, and other cultural arenas.  Once again, it sounds like an old saying, but why haven't I heard it before?

I've heard the old bear saying, "some days you get the bear, some days the bear gets you".  Of course there is the rhetorical question of, "Does a bear shit in the woods?"  ANSWER: Yes, and I stepped in it on a hike.

I grew up in and played around Montana.  I've seen black bears and grizzlies.  I have a can of bear spray.  My alma mater's mascot is the grizzly (I will send a one-of-a-kind, never published photo electronically to the first reader who correctly identifies the college through blog comment).  While living in a state with these beauties, I never heard that saying.

Some memes have very tangible roots, like the dancing baby, "Where's the beef?", and David after the Dentist (see below. I've been there David and feel your angst)   We spread these through word of mouth, email, twitter, blogs, and Facebook.  They become part of our current culture.

 


I guess the reason this saying is bothering me is that I don't know its history.  If I found out Teddy Roosevelt, Mark Twain or even  Sarah Palin coined it, I would be happy and move on.  I get annoyed by how these unattributed memes come to consciousness and spread like infections.  Maybe it will become like "Kilroy was here" and everybody will know it but not its origin.


What got me thinking about all of this was the movie Inception, which I saw last Sunday.  I liked, but not loved, the movie.  One interesting point in this film about dreams is where Leonardo's character, Dub, tells another that we never know or care how we got into the location in our dreams.  We just appear there and move on.  Nothing in our lucid life is like that.  We always know how we got to a point.  Maybe this is where I am bothered by the grizzly saying.  It is an overlap of experience between sleeping and awake.  It is one of those small moments/experiences I can not find a distinct attributable genesis of.

We expect the following in our dreams-  random things pop up and we don't notice them or question them.  They just are.  I can handle that in dreams, but when little things happen like that during consciousness I start wonder about them too much.  To me it means so much is happening below the surface of public consciousness that become the fabric of our culture and life.  Maybe I should accept these anonymous memes as part of life.


NOTE:  I grew up in a state where a grizzly kills a human every year or two.  To add to the tragedy, the grizzly will also be killed.  Much has been written about the human/nature animal boundary issues.  As we continue to build into former wilderness, we are going to see these tragedies continue.

I know a little bit about ursus arctos horribilis.  First, you don't want to see one up close.  Second, they are faster than you (sprints up to 30mph).  Third, they are big, up to 1200 pounds and standing over 9' tall.  They have decent senses of hearing and smell, but bad eyesight.  They are protective and reclusive.  They would rather not interact with humans, but if startled may charge.   

The photos above are of a life-sized plaster cast of a  grizzly sow footprint left in the mud in the Bob Marshal Wilderness area in western Montana.  I added my hand (I have big hands) and a pen to show scale.  After seeing that, you know why I have a very healthy respect for grizzlies.

4.23.2010

Culling the Herd and Montana Moments

The Front Yard I Spent Every Childhood Summer In

I had time to cull the blog herd a bit while waiting for my airplane in Salt Lake City.  I follow 43 blogs according to my blogger dashboard,   Many of these have gone TU or private.  It is time to let those go and reduce down to only the blogs I care about and are truly active.

Among the blogs I stopped following is one that the creator writes almost daily.  Sadly though, this writer/photographer's ego and opinions are getting too big and barbed for me to enjoy.  His photos are great, but just not worth the words surrounding them.

Some of the blogs I wiped away were great, but stopped months ago.  I hope the authors are well, but I need to move on.  Good bye and good luck.

I know some of my readers dropped me over the 16 months I've been writing this pap.  Like all things, we fall in love, we grow close, then we slowly drift apart.  Don't worry, I will not heed my friend's advice,  "When in doubt, take it personally. "  It is OK if you stopped following me.  Maybe my writings and images were as annoying as those of some of the blogs I stopped following.

Montana Trip -
I am back home in California now.  Last weekend I left here to drive to my parents house in a car I was giving them.  They need it more than we do and I am happy it has a good home.  Along the way I photographed four towns  in depth (over 800 photos) for my project.  I published a few of the pics from Wells, Nevada last Saturday. 

I am still unpacking both my luggage and my experiences and emotions.  Visiting my parents is both rewarding and takes an emotional and mental toll. I do not want to write more about those parts of the trip, but the photo project parts will appear as warranted.

4.22.2010

A Montana Soap Opera

Site of the Moment - Going by at 80MPH

While driving around Montana, almost every historic landmark records the location’s importance to one of three events in the state’s history:
I grew up in the south central part of the state in Billings.  Billings had all three of these historical events happen in close proximity to it. Custer and his cavalry were wiped out about 50 miles to the southeast. Chief Joseph and his tribe had a minor skirmish near the town of Laurel, about 20 miles west. William Clark, Sacagawea, and a portion of the Corp of Discovery came down the Yellowstone River that flows along the south side of the city on their way back east.

Of all three, I’ve studied the Lewis and Clark expedition the most and feel a deep sense of pride of living in the area they explored. Their mission was to explore the Louisiana Purchase and find a Northwest water passage from the Mississippi to the Pacific Ocean. While everyone on the entire trip is worth learning about, my hero of the expedition was Sacagawea and I want to write about her today.

Sacagawea was a Shoshone woman who was kidnapped as a child by the Sioux Indians. When she was a young teenager, a French trapper named Charbonneau won her in a game of chance.  By the time she was fifteen, she had married him and was pregnant when they met Lewis and Clark in current North Dakota during the first winter of their expedition.

Lewis and Clark hired Charbonneau as a guide for the next year’s trek to the Pacific. Charbonneau was a lousy guide and worthless to the expedition.  Sacagawea became a leader, guide, naturalist, interpreter and many-time savior of the expedition while taking care of her newborn son.

One of Sacagawea’s first heroic actions was when she calmly rescued the provisions, scientific equipment, journals and other essential items that had fallen into the Missouri River after her husband’s boat had tipped. Without her quiet determination, much of the important information of the trip would have floated away.

The expedition met other Indian tribes along the trail. Almost all of these interactions were peaceful due to the fact that the local tribes felt the group must be peaceful since they brought a woman along and that she was the interpreter.

While every day was part of the soap opera, the story grew more and more intense as they tried to find a water way over the Rocky Mountains of current Montana. They kept going up the Missouri to its headwaters and then up the rivers that joined to create that river at current Three Forks. They were running out of summer days and knew the winter snows were coming soon. If they did not get over the mountains before the snow fell, they would have to survive the winter in Montana. They did not have the provisions, lodging or other key items to do it though.

At the most desperate moment when they were at the end of the one of the tributaries, they saw some Shoshone braves on a hill. The braves reluctantly invited the explorers back to their camp. As the expedition and the tribal leaders sat around a fire, Lewis and Clark tried requesting help getting more supplies and information about getting over the mountains. Even with Sacagawea’s interpretive help, things weren’t going well.

At one point, Sacagawea became quiet, started shaking and crying as she looked at the Shoshone chief Cameahwait.  She suddenly sprang up, calling his name, hugging him and crying. He looked at her and started crying and hugging her. She had found her brother… the only surviving member of her family from the time she was kidnapped.

With that warm bond restored, the Shoshone offered horses, supplies and a guide for trade to help them get over the mountains. Due to this help, the expedition barely made it to the Pacific before winter.

Now is that the ultimate soap opera moment or what? All was about to be lost and through the love of brother and sister reunited, all was saved. Every time I think of that moment, I imagine being there and witnessing how the moment changed history in the instant.

Sacagawea helped the expedition the whole way. While Lewis and Clark loved and respected her and often treated her as an equal, it was not easy for the fifteen year old woman. At the end of the trip, she and Charbonneau were released from their contract. Sadly, she died almost a decade later.

The location of the family reunion is now under the Clark Reservoir in southwestern Montana. I drove by it on Sunday and remembered the history lesson this place held. Never underestimate the importance of anyone. She or he may become the most important person instantly.

If you want to learn more about the Lewis and Clark expedition, I suggest watching Ken Burn’s excellent documentary about them. Much of it was beautifully filmed in Montana and the story he shares is well worth it.

4.12.2010

Concert Review and Hitting the Road

Candle on Our Table at the Concert

I am going to make the 1200 mile drive up to Montana and stay with my parents for a few days.  I haven't been on a solo road trip since 2007, so I am pretty excited.

I will cross California,  Nevada, Idaho and much of Montana along the way.  My hope is to spend some time photographing a few of the small towns along the way for a project I am working on as a potential grad school application portfolio series.  More about that at another time.

We had a torrential storm hit us yesterday and last night.  In between the downpours, we went to a bar by Ocean Beach in the late afternoon to watch the small cloud breaks and the waves hit the sand.  After that we went to a hip little night club on Market called Cafe Du Nord for dinner and a concert.  It is bathed in dark red colors and lit by soft lights and candles.  The two performers were Ryan Starr opening and Serena Ryder closing.

Ryan Star's Breathe
 


Ryan Star is a young thirty something singer/song writer with a huge sound and voice.  His voice sounds like a young Bruce Springstein with lyrics also like the master's mixed with an anthem sound.  I think he overdoes it a bit, but he definitely has chops and talent and with a little maturing could go big.



Serena Ryder - What I Wanna Know - The hair flip starting at 2:11 is awesome.  She did it last night. Her hair is just one manifestation of the energy and passion she puts into her music.  It is also sexy as hell.

Serena Ryder is a Canadian singer/song writer with a beautiful angelic and sexy voice depending on what she needs.  Her range is amazing both in her voice and musical styles.  She is a fun, sexy, talented and great artist.  I highly recommend listening to her and catching one of her shows.

Serena Ryder's song Sing, Sing, Sing.  This song has become the theme song for supporting music education programs in Canada.  It is a great song and it energized the crowd as we clapped with her.  It is my favorite of hers because of her great voice and also the cause it supports.

4.05.2010

Epiphany

Natures Graveyard
Sierra Foothills
Epiphany (feeling) - An epiphany (from the ancient Greek "ἐπιφάνεια", epiphaneia, “manifestation, striking appearance”) is the sudden realization or comprehension of the (larger) essence or meaning of something...   ...for example, Albert Einstein was struck as a young child by being given a compass, and realising that some unseen force in space was making it move.               Wikipedia

As I've written in previous posts, I attended the Society for Photographic Educators conference last year in Oakhurst, California.  My mentor, coach, friend, and former instructor, Beth,  drove me along the the three hour drive home.  We stopped a few times to photograph the beautiful California foothills of the Sierras.

During these stops we would get out and spend some time taking photos of something, each going our own way.   Each stop was a moment to be with the area and find something special to capture.  After a sensed appropriate amount of time, we would return to the car by some artistic homing beacon that told us it was time to move on.
 Sierra Foothills

After the last stop we started to discuss where we wanted our art to go.  I was thinking of the big project I want to start in grad school exploring masculine roles and stereotypes.  A few minutes into the discussion I told her, "When I get some time, I want to do an art project for me.  I want to take a few weeks to photograph the area of Montana where the plains meet the Rocky Mountain front.  That area is very personal to me."

Beth was quiet for a second and then said, "Karl, all your art should be for you."

Most artists will think that is an elementary/cliche bit of artistic wisdom that is pretty obvious, but it was something I had never thought of before and needed to learn.  She gave me a gift of an artistic epiphany.  Thanks Beth.

 Sierra Foothills - Real Colors

3.06.2010

The Big Sky State

Evening in Lavina, MT
Alpha

I was not born there, but I grew up there not far from where this photo was taken.

I've been in correspondence with Joe from What We Saw Today.  We both shared some memories of Montana and places we both visited.  It got me to thinking of the Big Sky State.

I have just about every emotion and feeling for that state.  I love it, hate it, fear it, miss it, adore it, envy it, lust for it, and have been hurt by it.  These feelings are for both the people and the land.

I am in love with Montana . . . Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans."    Norman Maclean - A River Runs Through It
Here are a few of my photos of it. 

Top of the World


My Life
Duck Lake Road - Rocky Mountain Front - Montana
Evening at Many Glacier - Glacier National Park


 
Sunset on the Cold Yellowstone


Dusk and Seeley Swan Range


Bear Grass - Glacier National Park



Logan Pass - Glacier National Park


A Little Too Comfortable with People - Marmot


 
Glacial Grandeur

  
Evening in Lavina Fading to Black
Omega