Occident by accident

I took off early from work last Friday and went off on one of my notorious photography drives, exploring the little nooks and crannies around our fair cities. I was west of Mandan a little ways when I noticed this abandoned Occident elevator just outside of Almont. Okay, so I was more than a little west of Mandan!

This particular day I was capturing photos of a lot of Fallen Farm photos as well as old farm equipment and other North Dakota scenery, but I never thought I’d find an abandoned elevator. Using a circular polarizer filter on my lens, I was able to get a nice blue sky with clouds that really ‘pop’ out of the blue. As I do with a broken-down farm house or barn, I felt a touch of sadness that this big structure was no longer in use.

Surprising discovery at the Memorial Bridge construction site

After a long day of organizing photos and walking around Papa’s Pumpkin Patch with my wife and PJ, I let them take care of stuff like baths and took off to the sandbar with my camera. I wanted to see two things: what that pile of rocks under the bridge is, and what the new beam is that’s sticking out of the west end of the new bridge.

That’s when my attention was drawn to the silhouette of one of my favorite, most elusive subjects: the Great Blue Heron. This one was reasonably cooperative, although I never did get too close to him. It turned out that was just fine, as I wanted to include the railroad bridge and the river in the shot. I set up my tripod and was able to take this exposure. What’s cool about the herons is that if they perceive a possible threat, they stand still to assess the situation. I clapped my hands to make this bird freeze in his tracks, then took the shot. This bird sat still for the eight seconds needed to capture the moment! Even zoomed into the full size picture, the water is blurred but the bird is not. What a cooperative subject! In fact, if you look at the Grant Marsh bridge in the background, you’ll see streaks of lights made by cars driving over the bridge while the camera’s shutter sits open.

By the way, the piles of rocks are so they can make a platform out into the water for a track-driven crane to move. Apparently the ones on the barges just aren’t going to cut it. And the beam sticking out of the west end of the new bridge? It’s a beam. Not that it was a mystery to start with, but it’s hard to get a decent look at it while driving over the old bridge. Two questions answered, one awesome (and unexpected) photo to boot. Chalk up one more successful journey in the Bismarck-Mandan area!

Road to the edge of the earth

I was working out of state this past week and, on my way back home, got to enjoy Highway 85 through South Dakota. Wow. I don’t do a whole lot of traveling that would introduce me to a long, straight shot through sparsely inhabited territory. At times one can see miles ahead, with the straight ribbon of road visible all the way to the horizon.

I made good time but, since the rest of the crew was with me, I was unable to stop and take any pictures. We were all in a hurry to get home after a long week. I’ll have to make a special trip for that. It sure is good to be back in North Dakota though!

Introducing: Mandan (From the folks that brought you Bismarck)

This past weekend I ventured over to see the fine folks at the Huntington used book store. The reason: author Cathy Langemo was signing copies of her new book, Mandan, part of Acadia Publishing’s “Images of America” series. I got mine…did you get yours?

I really enjoyed Ms. Langemo’s book “Bismarck, North Dakota” and even found some photos in there of a personally relevant nature. For instance, a picture of our church building from circa 1912 is contained therein. It was quite a treat, since I was in the process of researching our church’s history for an anniversary celebration. I also spotted a somewhat modern shot of the Federal Building on 3rd & Broadway, adjacent to my old home at KFYR-TV. My friend Jamie Dunnigan’s car is parked in that shot. In addition, the book is filled with a lot of interesting facts and photos.

I haven’t yet had the time to give the Mandan book a thorough read. It’s a very busy week for me, and I don’t want to give it a superficial glance. I haven’t read past the Introduction, but that part alone is full of a lot of interesting local history. I highly recommend these books.

You can find these at your local B&N, but I’d rather suggest that you visit the Huntington store on east Main Street in Mandan instead. If there’s another book signing somewhere, of course I suggest attending. I sure will, and hopefully I’ll remember to bring my Bismarck book to have it autographed!

Saturday night sunset

When I had more time on my hands, I used to do a regular Thursday Night Sunset series. Lately it’s been more of a target of opportunity, as I haven’t been able to set time aside for as many photo adventures. This was from one of my favorite windmills this weekend.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do for sunset, and then time got away from me. This was one of my “old standby” locations, and I dashed to it just in time to capture the last bits of color from the waning sunset.

I just love old farmsteads, old wellheads, and old windmills. This weekend at the downtown street fair I ran into my junior high art teacher, Mr. Paukert, who I haven’t seen since 1982 or so. As it turns out, he has an eye for the same sort of North Dakota features, and was selling his work. I was glad to see him and to be reminded that I’m not the only one with a soft spot for the sights of North Dakota.

My Saturday middle-of-the-road snapping turtle adventure

After hanging out at the Huntington used book store in Mandan, my little boy and I took the long way to the downtown street fair. While turning the corner where Tavis Road meets Burleigh Avenue, I noticed a big lump of something in the road. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but they weren’t: it was a big, angry snapping turtle, just sitting in the middle of the road!

People tend to fly through this corner well in excess of the speed limit, so my first concern was to avoid this snapper getting plastered all over the road (and sending someone’s car to the wheel alignment shop!). I had a set of leather work gloves in the truck, but there’s no way I was going to try to pick him up. His claws were nearly an inch long, and he was already ticked. I used a stick to try to prod him along, but he’d only spin and snap at me.

I spent a little while waving traffic around him, as cars were barreling down on him pretty fast until they saw some idiot in the road waving his arms. PJ fell asleep in the truck, so he missed out on the excitement.

Did I mention he was angry? I bet he had a few close calls before I showed up, because I wasn’t about to stand there taunting him. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen how fast a properly motivated turtle can move on pavement, but I have. They can actually be extremely fast! When they’ve got a beak on ’em like this guy, they’re best not teased.

Check out those claws! Like I said, even lifting him up from behind with leather gloves seemed a pretty stupid idea, because I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to grab that shell and be out of the claws’ range at the same time. I was tempted to try, but I’m trying to quit being such a frequent Emergency Room visitor.

A couple came by and grabbed a windshield ice scraper out of their trunk, the kind that’s around three feet long with a scraper on one end and a broom on the other. The guy was able to shuffleboard the turtle into the ditch, which didn’t help the snapper’s temperament any. But at least he was out of immediate danger, assuming he didn’t climb back onto the road. We pushed him into the weeds a bit further, so that he was closer to the water than the road.

Once it was all over, I told the turtle a joke and we laughed ourselves silly, as you can see from his smile. Okay, that’s not exactly it. In this picture he was tired of being prodded, so he rolled his eyelids shut and hissed at us. Figuring that were were fortunate to have everyone escape without being hit by a car, bitten, or scratched silly, the good samaritan and I went back to our respective vehicles and left the turtle to sort things out for himself.

Parting shot. Nestled securely in the weeds next to the backwater, this turtle hunkered down and waited for the pesky humans to leave. Satisfied that we’d done the right thing, leave is exactly what we did.

It seems like I can’t go anywhere without something interesting happening, and this Saturday was no different. I’m blessed to have a life where every day throws me an unusual event to write about. Thankfully I never go anywhere with my camera, so I have pictures to back it up!

Stowaways

I took a couple of minutes after work to stop by one of my favorite wetland patches to see if the dragonflies were doing anything. Most of them weren’t, but then I noticed this one buzzing around me. I stopped walking for a bit and he decided I looked like a better landing spot than the weeds, which were waving in the wind.

As I looked down at my shin, a lone mosquito joined him. I wasn’t worried about the skeeter, as the denim wasn’t up against my skin. What was even more curious than the futility of this mosquito’s attempt at a meal was that she didn’t even notice what the dragonfly was doing! He was finishing up his meal…a mosquito! You can see the last wing sticking out of the dragonfly’s mouth. I snapped a few photos before this one, and it’s even more obvious there.

I didn’t see many other dragonflies, the mosquitos were pretty thick, and I needed to get home for dinner. Aside from these two stowaways hitching a free ride in exchange for a photo, I didn’t really get anything else to post.

America is at war. Most Americans are not

I went through most of the day without realizing that today is September 11th. While I’m glad that the whole nation doesn’t drop everything on the anniversary of the dreadful terrorist attacks of 2001, because the terrorists’ goal was to bring the USA to a standstill, it brought something to mind today. America truly IS at war, but most of us are not.

Allow me to clarify…it just doesn’t FEEL like we’re at war, because it’s only the soldier and his/her family that are truly sacrificing, not the average citizen.

I support the troops. No, I don’t think that can be separated from supporting their mission. I think the men and women fighting for America at home and abroad are performing a commendable service, one for which few would volunteer. I want them to win in whatever combat theater they face. I wish I could send each and every one of them a Thank You card. Having said that, my life as an American is so comfortable during this time that I can actually FORGET that it’s September 11th, arguably the most memorable day in American history since November 22nd or December 7th.

In my family’s fire safe is a set of unused war ration coupons that were to be used to buy food for my dad when he was a child. When was the last time you had to ration anything? The greatest difficulty anyone has had to face in recent memory is the availability of the Xbox 360 or Playstation 3! We don’t deserve to have it so good. No, I’m not about to kick into any of the anti-American self loathing characteristic of the liberals. I’m just saying that we’re blessed beyond measure.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Who pays the cost of our comfort? Right now it’s people like my friend Roberta, who took over the chore of raising her two boys while her husband was in Bosnia. There are several of my friends in the National Guard and Army Reserves from Bismarck who have been mobilized as well. I think back to my friend Tony, who served in the first Gulf War and has some shocking memories from there as well. Or my friend Nathan from New York, who told me the stories of room-to-room combat clearing out Falujah, and what it was like to lose two of the kids under his command. He gave us some on-board video of an IED striking one of their Humvees…I don’t even know how to describe it.

To the greatest degree it’s the families of North Dakota soldiers who did not come home alive, those who had to say goodbye to a father, son, boyfriend, or husband. I bet they remembered today’s date. I was honored to make the gesture of participating in the Patriot Guard rides for some of these men…but when everything settles down, they’re left with the quiet emptiness of a soldier who’s not coming home.

I can’t reach everybody thru this quaint little website…but if you’re reading this and have served, or if you’ve had to pray for a beloved soldier to come home okay, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you not only for the safety and comfort my family feels today, but all the years of safety that have preceded this day. My little 8 month old boy is sleeping securely next to me while I type, and I have no doubt that it’s because there are guys all over the world with M-16s to insure that evil doesn’t get even one inch closer to our shores to harm him. God Bless America, and God Bless the Troops!

The flags pictured above are flying at the ND State Capitol today. I’m sure a bunch of the atheist peacenik crowd would love to try to sue to get that “God Bless America” flag removed, but hopefully they’re still too busy licking their wounds from the fight to remove the Ten Commandments from the city of Fargo. I think all peaceniks should be shipped to Afghanistan to put their “War is not the answer” stickers and magnets on Taliban vehicles! See how far pacifism goes with evil men, and get back to me when they’ve renounced their ways. In the mean time, I trust the valiant men and women of the United States military to keep the forces of evil at bay.

Oh deer, oh deer, oh deer

I haven’t had much opportunity for photography lately. Between freelance work, sinus infections, and family time, time behind the camera has been a pretty hard thing to come by. Tonight, however, little baby PJ and I struck out to see what we could find. We had played together on the living room floor for quite a while, and I guess I ran him out of energy; as soon as those big knobby tires got rolling, he was out. Oh well.

These deer were at the intersection of River Road and Burnt Boat Road, just across the street from the Ducks Unlimited building. I’d seen deer in people’s yards on the south side of town when we were just beginning our voyage, but the way these three stopped and lined up was too cool to pass up. I’m glad they were willing to stand still for a little bit, even despite a Harley-Davidson® rolling past. Once I’d snapped a couple, they moved on and tried to find a place to cross the street. Dusk is a spooky time along River Road if you have an aversion to hitting deer with your car…look out, they’re pretty bold!

Bison football Saturday


Here’s a view of the 50 yard line at the FargoDome from the press box. I got to be a tape/replay operator for the game coverage on FOX Sports Net this weekend, and NDSU had food spread out for us all the way at the top of the Dome. It was a long hike, but the Rice Krispie bars alone were worth the effort! Obviously the game isn’t even close to starting yet in this picture; there’s so much preparation involved in television coverage of a game like this, I had to take my pictures well in advance of the actual game/show.


Here’s one of the top cameras for the game. These are sweet, and worth a lot more than my house. I rarely operate a camera for shows like this, I’m almost always in the truck. That’s nice, though; I can sit down during the show and see ALL the cameras at once. The truck is the best seat in the house!

Through this helmet run the mighty Thundering Herd, otherwise known as your NDSU Bison. Or maybe just a tape/relay op with his pockets stuffed full of Rice Krispie bars and free Pepsi products on his way back to the truck. Take your pick, but they didn’t turn on the smoke machine when I did it.

The aforementioned “truck.” This one was out of Calgary. They roll in, crank out the sides of the trailer, and lock the inside counters into place. Then we hook up controllers for our equipment, power everything up, and get ready to make television. The camera guys and grips start stringing cable, and there is a LOT of cable to pull when doing football at the FargoDome.

This is the main control room of the truck we used. The computer in the lower left runs the “FOX Box” scoreboard at the top of the screen. To the left of it is the mandatory Bin O’ Candy…no show would be complete without a dizzying amount of sugar available! Ahead of that is the row where the graphics operator sits, and the Technical Director is at the top of the screen. Beside him sit the director and associate director. On the other side of that wall of monitors is my workspace.

This is where I camped out for the day. My replay controller and keyboard are on the lower left, deck controllers center and right, and of course a plethora of monitors. We used three of the four decks as well as six channels of replay. The replay producer / EVS whiz sat behind me at a console where he could compile highlights and stuff for game summaries while doing replays as well. He also taught me a lot about running the “Elvis” system, so I increased my knowledge quite a bit. I’m really thankful to get some bona fide training on this gear…last time I just had the manual! 🙂

And let’s not forget the swag. I love collecting passholder lanyards from the different shows I’ve worked. The passes are neat to hang on to as well, and remember where I’ve been over the years. I’ve come to the point that I feel weird going to a sporting event and NOT having something saying “Total Access” hanging around my neck.

This weekend’s show was a blast and I got even more time on the EVS replay system I’m learning. Since I can’t buy time on one and I have to learn as I go, this weekend was an enormous blessing. I learned enough about my workflow this weekend to feel competent at being an EVS operator in a second-seat capacity. That means as long as there’s a guy in back doing the stuff I haven’t been taught yet (like building highlight reels and interstitials) I’m good to go! Hopefully I’ll get more opportunities to expand my skills and become a full-blown “ElViS Operator” for more shows. This is a hard business to get into. I got into this work in the 1990s, and now that my foot is in the door I’m going to wiggle it around a little. It’s the best kind of work on the planet!