Monday, May 28, 2012

Memorial Day weekend, 2012

Hi, kids!
Our hope was for weather cooperative enough to allow us a lengthy river trip.  Instead, we found cold temps and precipitation on tap, making our river trip sound unappealing.  Undaunted, we packed up and headed West, even though rain was forecasted at 100%. 
Quartet of color.

Canada geese, ever wary.  

Howling winds and shifting sands.

Fault line.  (The river is shifting some sand as well.)

Rooster, caught napping!

Snug shack.

Hot tin roof.

Trail in the trees.

Windmill sky.

A closer look.

Fungus encrusted stump.

Prairie wild flower.

Ride 'em cowboy!  (AKA:  Green broke).

Meadow lark post.

And he's off!

Twist and .....shout?

Big.  Sky.  Country.

The road to paradise.

Mule deer transformation (from gray to caramel).

Frost nipped ear.

Wind blown nest.

Lush growth covers the entire area that was underwater last year , along the 

Fort Peck shoreline .

And the rains came...

Pine trees reflected.

Upside down world.

Nature's car wash.

Drenched juniper.  

Beads bob.

Typically, one can see the opposite shore from this vantage point.  Rain and clouds obscure.

Spot the deer.  (Hint, it's looking right at you.)

Cattle country.
A wise man learns by the mistakes of others, a fool by his own. - Latin Proverb

Bumblebees and butterflies, May 28, 2012

Hi, kids!
Today is Memorial Day, a time to reflect upon and give thanks to those who lost their lives defending our freedoms.  No greater love hath one man, than the man who sacrifices his life for the freedom of others. 
Thank you ALL for your service. 
Now, the report!
Crooked smile.
The eclipse, shot through Jim's welding lens.   Not the greatest shot but I was amazed that it turned out at all!
The interpretive center at Fort Peck, MT.  For those of you who've not been, it's worth a stop.  This is the 75th anniversary of the dam and festivities are planned for June 23rd. 
Homestead shack.
Wiota bottom.
Duck, napping.
Back lit butterfly.
Sun washed.
Perfect pose.
Love the striped legs and antenna.
Many bees have come to feast on chive blossoms.  While observing them I found at one time of the day, only ONE bee with orange stripes was feeding, the rest were plain black and yellow.  Later in the day, there were NONE with the orange stripes....only the black and yellow fellows.  I've asked for more info from the local bee growers, will report back on that later. 
Bees often JUMP from one bloom to the next.
How to defy gravity.
Another leap! and sound!

Coming soon:  Wet  and wonderful camping!

Friday, May 25, 2012

OH, Canada! May, 2012

Hi, kids!
We made a flying trip to  Saskatchewan, Canada Saturday.  If you get to Weyburn, the Welsh Kitchen on 3rd has homemade breads, soups and baked good and they serve you with a smile!  And, the health food store is adjacent making shopping a veritable snap.
On to the report!
Lines lean.
(Western North Dakota has  also been a little wet.)
TALL barn.
I counted 17 wells in this ONE field.  POOR farmer.....(ya right.)  The oil boom is alive and well in Saskatchewan!
"Hood" ornament.
Love the rusted roof...
Weyburn wheat.  (Gigantic metal sculpture in downtown Weyburn).
The country was FULL of potholes.  Each pothole was FULL of ducks.
Love the dormer, mirroring the shape of the barn.
Little black duck.
Pothole pair peer.
Pothole pair paddle.
Water woes = bird bliss, as evidenced by the napping goose on top of the bales!
Country church.
Stone house.  Love the sassy brickwork above the windows and door.
The stone work appears as solid as the day it was built.  I could live here - to look at the stone masonry daily would be a treat!
This fancy relic sports FOUR lightning rods.  To me, this says that the place was a recurrent target for the monstrous thunderstorms sweeping the prairies of the north.
Duck pond, South of the border.
Meeting of the minds.
For those of you former Wolf Pointers....this is a new fertilizer plant located in the Macon Junction.    To get a grasp on the enormity of it, look at the size of the vehicles parked at either end....
I am told that others gather inspiration from my photos.  I know of three artists who paint from them.  One woman uses my critters as characters in her children's stories and now I have learned of a poet garnering inspiration as well.  I'd like to share some of his work with you.  He told me that my pothole reflections were his "muse" for these poems.  Enjoy the poetry of Stuart Bruane!
Pothole reflection (#3)
You are nothing
A void
Mist and oil
But when we meet
I fill you completely
We are one
Damage done
In that brief moment
I can think of nothing but you.
Pothole reflection (#4)
I am broken
Even Mother’s crystalline fairies
Tear at my very skin
I am undone
The mad rushings of men*
Bear down upon me
Do not curse me
You and I are the same
Traveler and traveled
Where do we begin and end

* Note: The pothole reflection series of poems harken to a literary period where gender-inclusive language was not the norm.
Pothole reflection (#4, numerator b)
We are the same you and I
Do we not both carry the burden
Of passing fortunes
And mindless progress?
Does not our evolving
And yet
Empty us?
Is not your heart broken too?
Yet on a clear day
After a rain
Our wounds reflect the passing clouds
"Our ideas, like orange plants, spread out in proportion to the size of the box that imprisons the roots."  - Edward Bulwer Lytton