I sit alone on the banks of the Stillwater, watching the sky deepen to purple and begin to darken slowly. The mountains have given up their captive hold on the winter’s snow and the disappearing whiteness of the mountaintops races past me, carrying massive logs, sweeping away a winter’s worth of deadfall downstream to the Yellowstone and beyond. Read More…
One of the best times of the year to be in Montana. The heat and crowds haven’t descended. The world is green. The mountains are starting to give up their captive snows. Just goofing off with my camera (and the girls) on a hike in the Absaroka-Beartooth Wilderness.
in HD on Vimeo.or a better version in HD (quicktime) I didn’t realize until recently that Vimeo doesn’t properly display HD video content. So, it’s choppy here. Use the Quicktime for better experience.
I shot this using my Canon 5d Mark2 SLR camera which happens to shoot video. The first shot is from the front porch. The rest are from the trail.
God Bless our wild public lands. Perhaps the greatest legacy our country has.
When we were kids growing up in the Bible Belt, my mother used to threaten to wash our mouths out with soap if we told dirty jokes. Like a lot of kids in that era, in that place, my older brother and I used to try and juke her out by using off-color biblical references that involved the hint of slightly naughty words. Read More…
This Northern Flicker egg dropped at our feet while we goofing around on the Stillwater River this Memorial Day. It seemed a fitting natural elegiac moment for a day given to remembering the dead.
Northern Flicker egg on the banks of the Stillwater River, Nye, Montana.
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The yolk was so outrageously tangerine bright, so perfectly formed.
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