There’s always the sun

The title of this post comes from my favorite song by The Stranglers, which is also a fantastic sunset-viewing song. I went to the river bottom last Saturday night to chase the sunset. I’d scoped out the location early in the day with my little 2 yr old, but he was safely snuggled in his crib by the time I threw the truck into four wheel drive and started climbing berms with my camera in the passenger seat. What follows is an example of why you should arrive early for a sunset photo and stay a while after the sun has disappeared beyond the horizon.

This is the shot I went down there to get. Obviously I got it. But the sun and its colors were just getting started…

This tree was out in the river channel a ways and proved an ideal foreground subject. By this time the sun was beginning to cast a deep gold color across the sky. It wasn’t the only thing sticking out of the water, however.

As clouds moved in from the south, the sunset took on more of those familiar red and pink hues, offsetting the deep blue of the sky. I had found a new foreground: these three sticks, stumps, branches, or whatever.

This is a long exposure to smooth out the ripples of the river as well as the wake left downstream of each of these protruding branches. It was tricky to get it just right.

The end of the sunset, with the reds and pinks turning to purples and pale blues. Time to check for ticks, hop back in the truck, and start working my way back to civilization. Mission accomplished.

As you can see from these photos, one sunset can provide quite a variety of different shots. These were all taken within 100 yards of each other, yet they look like different locations on different evenings. It’s simply a matter of patience. Start with a good location, arrive early, stay late.

I hope the weather stays fine

I couldn’t help but quote one of my favorite songs by The Dylans for the title of this post. This week has started off with the weather we’ve been hoping for. Even though I’m still kicking this swine flu or whatever I’ve got, I am still able to enjoy the outdoors. We had a 90 minute BBQ outside at work Monday, and I spent most of my lunch time today outside with one of my little nitro RC trucks. Got some yard work done, plus dinner at the Walrus as part of a date night with my lovely wife (joined by some dear friends as well). This is the summer I’ve been craving! Now if it can only last until December…

Connection broken

I had the opportunity to jet out in search of a suitable sunset object last night. While I opted for one of my favorite old windmills, I did catch this pole along the road north of Bismarck with the waning sun casting some nice color its way. I had to do a quick u-turn and try a few angles before moving along to my intended destination.

One interesting thing about this pole is that the glass insulators are intact. I recall that these are collectibles, at least the ones that haven’t been shot to pieces by some idiot. This pole stands alone beside the road, short strands of wire intact, wound around a perfect pair of antique glass insulators. It’s beautiful in its own way, a mere stone’s throw from the current city limits, and I hope it stays right where it’s at.

Badlands balancing act

This precariously perched petrification sits near a scoria / gravel road near the National Grasslands north of Theodore Roosevelt National Park. I had to hike through a little bit of crusty snow to get the angle I wanted, but it was worthwhile. I love these spring Dakota days where we have snow on the ground but beautiful sunny blue skies overhead. It’s a window in which to grab some pretty neat glimpses of the prairie with some nice light and the warmth of the sun. These days are fleeting, though. Although it seems like there’s always one more cold snap coming to give us a little bit more snow, it’s clear that spring is clearly right around the corner.

Ransom County Road

This was the scene Saturday, as I was in such dire pain I would rate it at a 7. I felt okay when I ventured out with my friend Ken in the wee hours of Saturday morning, road tripping to the Sheyenne River Valley Scenic Byway for some photos. There was a lot going on in Fort Ransom too, with a big arts and crafts show underway, and we were determined to check it out.

We were a little bummed that the fall colors hadn’t fully arrived, and many of the trees whose leaves had turned were already barren. We did our best to have fun and hunted around for whatever we could find. One weird thing about this Byway is that it’s quite lovely…but I didn’t really find a whole lot of interesting photo opportunities! We found a few, but they were far between.

I ended up with some weird sort of infection Friday night that started in my lower sinuses and the roof of my mouth. By mid-day Saturday I was in such pain that I couldn’t swallow, even though my throat was fine. It was bizarre. We cut the trip short and I headed off to the clinic. I was prescribed some antibiotics and other nasty drugs and crawled back home for a couple day’s bed rest. Yuck.

End of the line

Just in case you were wondering where your dial tone went! This pole, and the end of the wire which wraps around it, sit aside a gravel road north of Bismarck. Maybe they’ve gone wireless up that way!

Actually, according to this press release from the ND Public Service Commission (PDF format) there are more wireless phones than land lines in North Dakota, and have been for a couple of years now. We ditched the land line (and all the ridiculous surcharges) in our house long ago, and so have many of our friends. Apparently many North Dakotans are doing the same. Especially the folks at the other end of the wire pictured above, I presume!

Ice, ice, baby

I have this crazy friend (okay, I have several, and they have me) who told me how cool it is to drive out on the ice of Lake Audubon. Not only is it a big lake, the ice is very thick, and there are islands to explore. Because boats are not allowed out there, the only way to get to these islands is to drive there during the winter. They’ve got beavers, coyotes, and who knows what else on them. I decided to take him up on the idea of a voyage out there. We didn’t see any critters, and the clear skies turned cloudy on us, but we did come upon a HUGE pressure ridge. Enormous slabs of ice had pushed straight upward in a line stretching almost completely across the big lake!

The sky took a dramatic, ominous look as we climbed up onto the ridge. There was no danger of breaking through the ice; it’s frozen so thick this year that people are bottoming out their ice augers trying to get a fishing hole! The point of the ridge that we chose to explore was on the shore of one of the aforementioned islands as well, not in deep water.

I’m close to six feet tall, but this blue slab of ice was about 1.5 times as tall as me. I climbed up on the ridge to get a decent look at it. I’m told that before the last warm-cold cycle, this ice was all colored blue and lit up on a sunny day. It’s as if Superman dropped a crystal from his ice house, if you know what I mean!


Another spot of color out on the open (albeit frozen) water was this green pool of water. While the ice itself is frozen to a thickness of a few feet, the surface does tend to melt on those warm days. It refreezes when the temperatures drop again, but on a day like today we had plenty of water puddles on top of the ice. We lamented that fact as we walked over to the ridge, as we weren’t wearing waterproof shoes! We parked quite a distance away and walked, in case the ice was weakened near the pressure ridge. We needed the car to get home, after all.

One of the things we really wanted to see was wildlife. Aside from a glimpse of a running coyote on the horizon, we saw nothing. Of course; the presence of a camera jinxed it, I’m sure.

This is a really cool trip if you have the opportunity, especially if the lake and the sky comply. In our case, we were fortunate in that the ice is incredibly thick and stable. The sky is pretty dynamic, of course, and I’m glad that it clouded up for us instead of the hard light of a clear, sunny sky. Despite the absence of critters, we call this trip a success…thanks to the sight of this giant ridge of broken ice.

Been under the bridges a lot lately

After doing a bunch of yardwork I bolted to the river to walk the sandy shores and see what might happen as far as opportunities for more camera play. I didn’t have much light to work with, and I’d arrived just a little too late to get the sunset angle I wanted from above, so instead I decided to try a funky angle from below.

I’ve been doing a lot of poking around along the river lately as I like to see how the construction of the new bridge is going, and now that the water level of the Missouri River is so low I can find lots of other cool stuff too! For instance, I found what was left of the old wood pilings sticking out of the rocks beneath this bridge, the old Northern Pacific bridge from the 1800s. They’ve had to do extensive work to the Bismarck side of this bridge throughout its history, because the hill keeps sliding. The most recent attempt to shore up the tracks where they meet the hill happened while I was a teenager, and it resulted in the steel beams currently in place.

Perhaps down the road here I’ll post some more of my discoveries from underneath a few of Bismarck’s many bridges. Stay tuned!

Those beautiful Dakota seas of blue

This time of year you may venture out of city limits a little bit and see a mirage of sorts. Crest a hill or turn a corner and it looks like there’s a lake ahead…but as you approach, the lake becomes a sea of little blue flowers! That would be a field of flax, or so I’m told. I’m not a farmer.

I found this field, complete with a fallen farmhouse, close to Douglas Bay over the weekend. That’s just west of the National Guard’s training facility. I’m afraid I wasn’t able to catch the effect that makes this field look like a body of water, but I haven’t given up. There are similar fields just north of Bismarck, and I would like to try again while they’re still in bloom.

Hey!

That’s the kind of humor I have at 6am, when I took this photo…or pretty much any time I’m on the road. The gag is to point at hay bales and exclaim, “Hay!” Then, when the gullible subject has looked and asked what you mean, you simply point out the hay. It doesn’t always work with farm kids, as they know the difference between hay and straw.

The bad thing about these round bales: the cows can’t get a square meal out of ’em! Have a good weekend.