This one’s a little corny

cornfield_27618-20_hdrWhile blazing the back roads of Morton County I came across this corn field while admiring the tall, wispy clouds.  I kept saying over and over that these reminded me of the clouds when I grew up in the Montana Rockies.  I was starting to really miss the mountains when I came upon this field.  I dashed over to nab the top of the stalks with the clouds behind, then darted back to the truck.  My little boy had just called me to say that he had finished his schoolwork for the day and wanted some Daddy time, and asked me to come home as soon as possible!  Zoom.

Winter wire

While on the way back from a photo shoot last Friday I stopped to check out an interesting former Cold War site near Regan, North Dakota. On the way I spotted one of those things that seems to just jump out at me: a disconnected power and/or telephone pole.

Combined with the angle of the sun and resulting shadow, the brilliant blue sky, and a few J.J. Abrams-style lens flares, and I had a nice little souvenir of my trip to bring home to Photoshop.

Symmetry

The river bottoms south of the gun range are an interesting place to roam. Fire swept through the area at one point, leaving an interesting picture of charred trees behind. This one stood out immediately. Whether your first impression of it is a tuning fork, a peace sign, or something else, it serves as a fascinating Rorschach and a pretty pleasing photo.

Elevation

No, I wasn’t listening to U2 when I began posting this…although now I have that song stuck in my head. No, this is simply a photo I chose to convert to black and white while playing in Photoshop. I haven’t had much time to play with either my camera or my image editing software lately, so this was a nice diversion. With spring right around the corner, hopefully many outdoor photography days lie in store!

This isn’t how I want to get close-up shots of large raptors

I got some of my closest photos of an enormous hawk a couple of weekends ago while on a roving photo trip. I was able to slowly approach within several feet of this big guy, although that’s not how he would have preferred it. He even stayed uncharacteristically still for me, and there wasn’t even a fresh kill nearby that he was trying to protect. In fact, he was trying to protect himself.

Sadly, this bird has a broken wing. I noticed him standing beside the road as I drove by and, since that sort of behavior is peculiar and I love trying to get close-ups of hawks, I stopped and got out to investigate. That’s when I realized why this predator wasn’t flying away like dozens of others who’ve seen me approach with my camera: it couldn’t. This would be an amazing pose if it didn’t mean he was wounded and trying to look intimidating so I’d go away.

Many of you know that I’m particularly sympathetic to birds, even lean, mean, killin’ machine birds, but I was unable to do something for this one. I was out in the absolute middle of nowhere, totally unequipped to try to catch him and take him to the zoo or somewhere, and nobody to call. I took a few pictures while talking to him for a bit, and then he vanished into the tall grass behind him.

I originally thought this bird had been shot, but didn’t see any sign of a GSW. The wing simply looks broken. At first it was really exciting to be able to get so close to such a large and elusive critter, but in the end I just ended up feeling sad at its plight and my own inability to assist.

Yes, I do know where the rest of it is

Out roaming and four-wheeling around a friend’s land I spotted something very interesting in the grass near a section line: the complete front end of an old Plymouth truck! Very cool. The fenders and everything are all intact, just waiting for a photographer to wander by. I was happy to oblige.

Yes, I do know where the rest of this truck rests. I even spent some time photographing it where it resides under a tree, but didn’t really have the light I was looking for. Sometime soon, however, I plan to time a visit for the light I desire and I’m sure I’ll post the results here.

Two trees of Kidder


If you got the reference in the title of this post (the two trees part, not Kidder) then you are a MUCH bigger geek than I am; I had to look it up. I mentioned on this blog’s Facebook page and Twitter feed that I was able to wander Kidder County last weekend, and I spotted these two trees along my journey. Distinctive shapes count as interesting, and so does an attractive background.

I still don’t know if this is hay or straw for sure, but I’m going to guess that it’s straw. The hazy horizon was very noticeable last Saturday but I enjoyed otherwise clear, blue skies as I bounced along section line roads and other bumpy trails. I’ve got plenty more to share from this trip, but for now it’s just these stoic trees.

Oil patch anecdote (comes with bonus windmill)

Because I can tie an old windmill to just about anything, here’s a shot of an old abandoned farmstead that I located just south of Watford City on Highway 85. There…I think I’ve made my rustic windmill photo quota, so here’s my interesting story about the past several weeks in Bakken Country.

We’ve all heard the horror stories about the Wild West: the crime, the traffic, the overcrowding. I don’t doubt that many of those growing pains, and many of the reports thereof, had basis in fact. Oil production in Bakken country has slowed somewhat recently for a number of reasons, and perhaps that’s why my experiences there departed slightly from the tales.

My first impression of Williston was that sure, it was crowded with heavy traffic…but their equivalent of State Street, the divided Highway 85 that runs north out of town to Highway 2, was completely closed down on the southbound side for resurfacing. Of course it would be crowded with half the roadway available. In fact, I was able to get served faster at McDonald’s in Williston than I have been in Bismarck lately. While working with the security manager at the facility I was in, he gave the following advice: “Oh, sure…it’s not so bad here. But you should see Watford City!”

The very next day I found myself working in Watford City. I needed some accessories to build some 50 amp power cables, so I stopped in at the RV store located at the busiest intersection Watford City has. I noticed that I had no problem getting in/out of his parking lot onto Highway 85, despite a lot of traffic. It just wasn’t as bad as I’d been told. “Oh sure,” said the owner. “…it’s not so bad here. But you should see Williston!”

Now just a doggone minute here. The person I spoke to in each town thought the other one was the madhouse. In neither case did I see the kind of problems that I’ve heard so much about. Of course I’m sure traffic gets insane when there’s a blockage on the road…but I have spent dozens of hours on the road in northwestern North Dakota and never experienced any such issues. I’m not saying they don’t exist, I’m saying they’re not a 24/7 phenomenon.

I know that the medical system and first responders are overwhelmed in the area. I acknowledge that many aspects of life have seen great upheaval since the boom took hold. What I suspect happens, however, is what I call “REO Speedwagon Syndrome”: the tales grow taller on down the line.

By the way, if infrastructure is so far behind, and they can’t afford to catch up, then why in the world is Williston breaking ground on a $70 million recreation center? Is that the greatest need, or do they simply have a fetish akin to the Bismarck City Commission’s? I think it hurts their cause when they claim they can’t keep up with critical needs but they certainly have more money than you or I will ever see to start building indoor pools.

Of course my limited time up there didn’t give me the chance to see the whole picture. Again, I acknowledge the upheaval northwestern North Dakota has experienced. I also acknowledge that we can’t believe everything we hear about the Bakken boom without experiencing at least a little bit of it for ourselves.

Broken connection #7

These short little utility poles, or what’s left of them, occupy an overgrown field near the site of a long-gone farmstead in Kidder County. I found myself wandering the section lines, shore lines, and gravel roads on and around a friend’s property after my plans to visit Cavalier Air Force Station fell through at the last minute.

This was a weekend of worry, answered prayer, joy, and some much needed roaming. I had an extremely fruitful photo trip on Saturday, allowing me to clear my head and stuff some nice images into my camera. I’ll be posting them here over the next few days. Here’s to a glorious week!

Oh, and belated Happy Birthdays to Sammy Hagar and former KFYR-TV meteorologist Mike McVay!