Sunday, July 31, 2016

The Kolden Report: You should have seen it in color!

Hello, kids!
I hope this finds you all happy and healthy.  If you're feeling like I am, you are probably wondering  where the summer has gone!  Is it just me, or does time seem to have sped up?    At any rate, enjoy the warm weather, garden produce, birdsong, wild berries and lying on your back watching the clouds or stars.  It's heaven on earth!

Now, back to the lake...

Sneaking about.

Leaves and cotton pods, waving in the breeze.

Found object.

Skyline in a feather.


Mirror image.


A few times a year, I have a campfire.  Always in a safe place and  NEVER when windy.  This was one such time. 

I find myself watching the flames dance, smelling the somehow familiar and comforting smell of wood smoke - grateful for the warmth of fire as I imagine the cave people without it's power.

Sinking sun.

Lake view.

Color my world.


I am fascinated by shape, shadow and reflection. At first glance, some would find this a beaver chewed remnant.  I find form, color and interest.

To me, this represents serenity.

Grand finale'!

Nothing but nature.

Technicolor morning.

Stay tuned, more to come!


"Happiness can exist only in acceptance." - George Orwell


Sunday, July 3, 2016

The Kolden Report: Prairie Glory.

Hello kids!

Back in the hills...

It's a wild flower year.  SO many blossoms abound.


If there be thorns...

Closer look.

Battle scar?

Beneath.  (This is the bottom of a small creek.  I find myself fascinated by the silt covering the leaves, waiting to be washed away with the next rain like sorrows of the heart.)

Bigger picture.

 Prairie glory.  (Sweet peas with a sprinkling of bluebell. )

Colors of time.

What do you see? 

Robust!  (Blooms growing from a crack in STONE.  Nature is one amazing architect.)

So many flowers and no names!  Anyone?

Lek.  (We discovered 4 separate leks, where grouse dance.  Beaten down, littered with feathers...birds nearby.  Next year, we must visit earlier in hopes of catching the birds dancing.)

Puffball mushroom.  (Yes, we collected and ate them.  Delicious fried!  As a kid, we'd collect them in 5 gallon buckets in the pasture and bring them home for Mom to cook.)

Coulee color.

Acres.  (At first I was dismayed to see THIS many dandelion in one place but quickly realized the beauty.)

Group.  (Since these plants come from the root, is this an old plant?)

Gateway to heaven.  (Fort Peck lake).

Stay tuned for more!

"We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves." - Dalai Lama


Friday, July 1, 2016

The Kolden Report: They're BACK!

Hello kids,
It's been a rather wild ride as of late.  My parents listed their Geraldine home for sale and it was snapped up, meaning a furious pack and move job.   If you see Mom and Dad in the Wolf Point area, please re-introduce yourself if they've not seen you some years.  I know they'd love to see all of you and we are thrilled to have them home. 

I am now fully ensconced in a furious rush to prepare for Art in the Park on Saturday, July 9th from 10am to 5pm.   It's shaping up to be one of the best events in recent years and I do hope you'll stop by to a visit and see my latest works as well as those of a friend who makes drums by hand.  She harvests the animal, works the hide and eventually has built a drum.   Some believe the soul of the animal is honored every time the drum is struck.   Her moccasins are lovely and she also paints and makes jewelry.  And we are only two of the fine folks you'll be seeing.  
Now, the report!

Montana Meadowlark.

Every time I see a raccoon, I fondly recall Coonie, our pet.  If you ever raise one from a baby, you too will fall in love. 

Profuse in purple.  (This spring the prairie was ALIVE).

Sweet pea vista.

Smoky skies over the Missouri.

Wildflower cluster.

Blue bells.

Road less traveled.

When Canada burns.

How it begins.

If they could see me now.

Fly away home.

"You put your right foot put your right foot do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself about..."

Baby faces.


Gossamer and velvet.

Corral coulee.

How we roll.  (Also known as our home away from home!)

Stay tuned, more to come!

"With the new day comes new thoughts and strengths." - Eleanor Roosevelt