I wasn’t in a very glamorous location, but I was in the right place at the right time to catch this sunset being gently laid to rest by a neighboring three branch. I would have liked to take a little more time on this shot and try to avoid some foreground and background stuf I didn’t want to, but that wasn’t possible. So even with a touch of chain link, this shot will just have to suffice. I think it captured the highlights of last night’s sunset pretty well, actually.
Here’s to the babies in a brand new world,
Here’s to the beauty of the stars…
Here’s to the travelers of the open road,
Here’s to the dreamers and the bards…
Here’s to the soldiers on the desert dunes,
Here’s to the farmers in the fields…
Here’s to the preachers of the sacred Word,
Here’s to the loving God who heals…
Just sharing a friendly good morning and a now-historic photo of the windmill which used to stand near Farmer’s Livestock southeast of Bismarck (it’s a parking lot now). Lyrics modified from one of my favorite songs by The Call.
It’s no secret that I’ve been posting very little lately. Naturally that’s because I haven’t been out with my camera lately. I’m hoping to rectify that, but it’s going to take a little bit yet. I have good reason:
- As you’ve probably discerned, nearly everyone in my little family has had a very serious medical predicament. No two have been alike. I myself have had to make multiple trips to Mayo Clinic for complicated surgeries, the first of which failed.
- In the midst of all that, we gave up our house and were homeless briefly. Thanks to friends from church, we had a place to stay while we hunted for a new place. Then it was a stretch as apartment dwellers, with most of our lives in bins as we awaited the next stage of life. Now we’re in a new home, and it is wonderful – but time consuming.
I’ve learned a LOT over the past two years. God has brought us through many serious situations. He’s sent a lot of people our way to provide assistance. We’re humbled as we look back over the past two years and, although we’re not out of the woods completely, we’re excited to see what He has in store for us.
The choice is clear. UND has bungled the UND logo and mascot issue so horribly, that only a cartoon character is appropriate to portray the laughable nickname of “The Fighting Hawks”. Thus I dive into Photoshop, my beloved playground.
From denying the Sioux people (yes, I said Sioux) a seat at the NCAA table in Indianapolis when the edict was given to stop using the nickname, to denying the people of Standing Rock to vote on the issue, to the farcical “vote” taken to choose the replacement while omitting “North Dakota” (no nickname) from the ballot, the people involved in this process should be ashamed of themselves.
They’ll always be the Fighting Sioux. No matter what pointy-headed PC liberals want you to think.
So, Dickinson State has the Blue Hawks. Fargo-Moorhead has the Redhawks. Bismarck has the Skyhawks. Now UND has the Fighting Hawks. Ho Hum. The two words together don’t even roll off the tongue, much less inspire…anything.
The “Roughriders” wouldn’t have been much better. In addition to everything in the southwest corner of the state being named Roughrider something-or-other, it’s also the nickname for a Grand Forks high school team. That would be weird.
I have always planned on sticking with the Fighting Sioux anyway, but now I’m certain I’m making the correct decision. Fighting Hawks…unbelievable.
Who among you has never done this on a road trip: Yell “Hay!” when driving by a bunch of stacked bales, maybe even pointing, then ridiculing anyone in the car who rubbernecks wondering what the “Hey!” was all about? If you haven’t, you don’t know what you’re missing. For the first ten miles, tops. All the way to Big Sky: the vehicle’s occupants could come to blows.
Then you run the risk, being from North Dakota, of someone in the car declaring that it was straw, not hay…injecting utter buzzkill into one more semi-annoying way to pass the time on the road.
Hey! (look up)
Yes, I’m still digging through previously unshared photos of note on my various portable devices. Here are a few more:
This cloud dropped a column of rain, but technically you’d call that virga.
The town of Fairmount, located in the southeastern corner of North Dakota, nearly had the top of its municipal water tower ripped off by one of the many wind storms that roared across the state this summer. The only thing preventing this from ending up on the school grounds or somebody’s back yard was the ladder. A replacement was fabricated by a company in Devils Lake and installed after a few weeks.
Getting ready for a climb. While I didn’t get to go all the way to the top of the boom, I did get to hike up a ways. I’m still kicking myself for not taking the one opportunity I’ve had in my lifetime to walk all the way to the top. I was working, shooting stills and photos, and I wanted to get a compressed telephoto shot of the worker doing a regular inspection of the boom, and before I realized it he was halfway up and I was stuck at the bottom. Someday…
That’s all I have for this blitzkrieg of mobile device photos (“cell phone” really doesn’t cut it these days), but I plan on going even further back in time. I know there are plenty of gems that need to be shared. Hopefully I’ll have some new photos from the “big cameras” to share in between.
The blitz continues as I look through the archived photos from my various iOS devices, phones, or whatever portable thingamajig doesn’t qualify as a professional camera.
I took my family to see the Medora Musical this summer. It’s celebrating 50 years. It’s a great show and a great experience, but I just can’t enjoy it the same since my friend “Gentleman Wade” Westin passed away unexpectedly. He was a fantastic Musical host and a remarkable man. For the longest time I couldn’t even bring myself to see the Musical.
Yes, I still have more. Stay tuned!
Here are a few more photos in my latest batch of cell phone / iPod / iPad collection. It’s cool to always have a device handy to snap shots of whatever catches my eye, even when my 20-pound camera bag is at home or in the truck.
I posted some photos of this with my big camera, but I also snapped some with my phone. It’s a tree that grew through the gaps in a picnic table, and it happens to look like a butt sitting on the wood.
Memorial Hall at the capitol. I made the mistake of referring to it as the Great Hall one day, since that was how I’d seen it in some SHSND literature, and I was sternly corrected by a veteran on the Facilities Management staff. Rightfully so…now I get it right.
I took my kiddos to watch a local R/C airplane club enjoying a day of indoor flight. This is a dogfight in which the planes pull tissue-paper streamers, and they slice through each other’s streamers as they wage combat. Pretty slick.
I like gourmet sodas, and Mac’s Hardware is the place to go. Runnings used to have a decent selection, but not the past few times I’ve gone through there. Mac’s, on the other hand, has expanded their offerings.
Think I’m done? Not hardly.
The best camera is the one you have with you, and thankfully cell phone cameras have gotten a lot better lately. I want to continue to share a few things I’ve grabbed since the last time I posted under the “Cell Phone” category.
That “Crazy Russian Hacker” dude wasn’t kidding. This works like a charm.
Photographing the Gray House in Sims, ND after taking off work early.
The cockpit of a King Air 200. It actually wasn’t too hard to push into the hangar – as long as you have enough guys. We used the hangar as a venue to watch the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight on Pay-Per-View.
Shooting some video of picturesque Powers Lake, North Dakota. Moments later I found a wood tick on my leg. Ew.
I’ll post a bunch more in the next few days. I have a pretty good batch collected, but I don’t want to dump them all in one gargantuan post.