Floatin’ and snoozin’


Bismarck and Mandan have a lot of nice scenic backwater to explore, if one is willing to get muddy shoes. I was willing to do so, and this weekend I had an arrangement with these two geese. By this arrangement they agreed that I posed no threat, and I agreed to move along after a couple of quick photos.

These geese were actually helpful in my approach of the Great Blue Herons described below. Under the watchful eye of the big birds, I stood by my tripod as these two geese walked by. They didn’t pay any attention to me and hopped in the water, and by doing so they demonstrated to the herons that I wasn’t worth much concern.

While they tucked in and took a nap in the sun, I was able to work my way closer to the big birds, eventually getting a couple of nice photos before they finally decided I was getting too close for comfort.

A unique view from Southport


While poking around the water other day, I noticed that the sun had hit just the right spot. While it was quite light out that evening, the clouds had a pretty cool effect on the water. Getting just the right angle with the camera on its side, I managed to capture the water, the skies, and no buildings. I never expected to be able to do that on the edge of Southport!

Herons at 3, 9, 12 o’clock…three out of five isn’t bad


From what I’ve heard, the Great Blue Heron is a territorial bird. I’ve also been under the impression that they’re also a solitary bird. Apparently not, as I spotted a group of FIVE of them this weekend!

One thing I know to be true: these are very perceptive, alert, and skittish birds. Trying to get near them is a near impossibility, a feat which I’ve tried to accomplish repeatedly in the past two years. I got some pretty good success once so far this year, getting within 50 feet of one of these birds, but didn’t really come away with the greatest of pictures from it. I’ll keep trying.

With these particular birds, I spotted them from afar. I clipped my camera to the tripod and began to advance along the soft muddy shore of the backwater. I would walk ten paces or so, stop, and remain motionless for a while. The birds would see me, of course, since there was no cover for me…but after a while they’d lose interest and go back to snatching fish out of the water.

I originally only saw three of the birds, but then was surprised to spot a fourth playing lookout. I would pan the camera back and forth to keep tabs on all of them as I worked my way closer, and suddenly I realized there were five! As I started to get within what I’d consider “good” photo distance, one bird took off and flew down river a ways. Shortly thereafter, a second birds took flight and went to join its pal. These three, however, held out for a while… allowing me a chance to work my way a little closer.

I was never able to get too close, but thankfully I have one of Canon’s new 300mm zoom lenses. While parked on a tripod it’s able to pull some pretty awesome shots from a distance. I’m still saving for a 400mm prime lens, which should be really awesome, but until that time this’ll have to do.

Guarding the nest, and my first two ticks of the year


While out on another one of my notorious photo hikes, I was surprised when something caught the corner of my eye. It was this goose, all hunkered down in the rocks. I presume this goose is a she, and I also presume she’s guarding a nest. I documented the find, then moved on so I didn’t cause any further distress.

I got quite a few neat pictures from this particular hike, and I’ll post them as time allows. I also found two ticks crawling on me through the course of the evening, both times on my pant leg. Yuck. I carry insect repellent spray and wipes in my truck, but I had grown accustomed to not needing them. I guess those days are over!

Tuesday night sunset


It’s been very difficult to find a sunset lately; it’s been cloudy, I’ve been busy, and they are arriving later and later! The sunset is around 8:30pm these days, which is nice; but it’s far less convenient to have to wait four hours after I get off work! In some ways, those early sunsets are very handy. I can stake out a location, get the photos, and be home in time for dinner. Not any more.

This lone tree sits atop a hill northwest of Bismarck. As I grabbed this angle on the sunset, I realized that I had zoomed in on this particular little lonely tree from the other side of the river earlier this afternoon. In that case, however, there was nothing but a gloomy sky behind it. This angle turned out far better.

I noticed up at one of my favorite sunset spots, a vantage point that is endangered and probably won’t be available for much longer, someone had set up some old patio furniture. Truly remarkable spots are hard to keep secret!

Sandbar fire


It was hard to miss the giant plume of smoke billowing skyward as I drove from Mandan to Bismarck last night. A quick peek from the river’s edge revealed a lot of activity along the sandbar just north of the Expressway Bridge. I could see rural fire, police, and city fire vehicles lining the access road along the sandbar…to me, this indicated that it was likely NOT a controlled burn. From the news report I caught last night, it was not.

One thing you may not know about the Bismarck Fire Department and Bismarck Forestry Department is that they are actually pretty well equipped to deal with such a threat. They realized the fire danger that exists in areas such as this one (or the woodlands south of the city) and have built fire trails in these areas. The fire trails allow them quick access to places that normally would be a nightmare to reach, and these trails allow them to react quickly to fires that otherwise might burn out of control.

Just such a situation happened south of town a few years back in a very remote are and, thanks to the fire trail, the fire crews were able to react and contain the fire just prior to a nasty wind shift. That wind shift would have driven the fire right into the Tatley Meadows trailer park and brought disaster with it.

Kudos to our local responders! If this had spread under the Expressway Bridge, who knows what kind of complications could have resulted. From what I saw, the crew was able to contain this blaze very quickly.

Identify that statue #9


I know…it isn’t a statue per se, but it should ring a bell nonetheless. I will say this: it goes back to 1877. I blurred out the inscription on the plaque because that might make it too easy. But even if you know what this bell stands for, even if you know its history, I’m also looking for someone who can tell me where it currently resides. Have fun!

Correction: both sides have their t-shirts

IN a post earlier this weekend I talked about the notorious shirts being sold at NDSU (not by the college, but by its supporters) and quoted the NCAA’s use of them as an example for going after the Fighting Sioux logo. Well, it didn’t take long before someone sent me a link to examples of shirts being sold in Grand Forks, too.

Having been corrected, I can no longer point the finger at NDSU when it comes to the whole Sioux controversy. It’s unfortunate that there are such idiots on both sides, actually. I’ve previously used the example of people that adorn their car window with a caricature of a kid peeing on various logos. It takes a unique breed of person, not one of admirable qualities.

Don’t get me wrong…I still think that UND should keep their nickname and logo. I think any tribe that calls themselves Sioux has no credibility in telling anyone the name is offensive. I also still stand by the university’s efforts to cater to native American students. Unfortunately, t-shirts like that hurt the credibility of anyone standing up for UND in the logo controversy.

It only takes a few jerks on either side to really aggravate the issue. An outside party looking at the t-shirts in question (too offensive to link to here) would assign UND supporters as much credibility as the tribes who call themselves Sioux but then insist that the term Sioux is hurtful and offensive.

Anyway, back to the photography posts. This isn’t an NDSU or UND blog, so if you want to feed the ol’ rivalry any further…go to the Bisonville site. They appear ready for battle.

Before the snow becomes a distant memory…

I thought I’d share this pair of waxwings with y’all. These two were part of a group of dozens feasting on fallen fruit downtown. Most noteworthy are the colors on the tips of the wing and tail feathers of the bottom bird.

These are some pretty brilliant birds for North Dakota! I’m so accustomed to the more common brown birds of various species, but we actually do get a lot of very colorful wildlife up here. It ain’t the tropics, but we do get our colors.

Friday night windmill

I haven’t been out with the camera much lately, as demonstrated by the sporadic posting lately. The fact of the matter is that I had a three month old son with pneumonia, involving a three night hospital stay, the Mandan Art Show to prepare for, a freelance DVD job that kept me up late for several nights, and some nasty weather to boot. Tonight broke that string of events…sorta.

I grabbed my photo buddy Ken, whose work is showcased a lot on KFYR TV’s Sky Spies page, and we headed north to catch the sunset. Little PJ was still suffering from a cold, but on the mend. His RSV test was negative, he’d had a fun day at home with mom and afternoon with dad, so it was time to dash out and see what the sky had to present.

I drove us out in the middle of nowhere, near my favorite Northern Lights spot, and found this windmill. I haven’t actually been on this particular road in the daytime, so I never knew it was there before! We took a number of shots from a variety of angles, and this was my result. It’s amazing how different my shots look from the ones Ken took. We had different angles, resulting in a different chunk of sky, so I had none of the gold or brilliant color that he had. Instead I opted for the cool blue of the northwestern sky.

We were about to head for higher ground and set up for the sunset when my beloved wife called to tell me that PJ had spiked a nasty fever. We threw the gear in the truck, pointed it back toward town, and I came home to tend to my little man. A little bit of baby Tylenol cured the fever, and he spent the rest of the evening playing and laughing with daddy until bedtime. I saw that Kevin Lawrence used one of Ken’s windmill photos on the 10 o’clock news, so apparently the brief venture up north turned out as a photographic success for both of us.