In case you need another reason to obey those NO TRESPASSING signs

I’ve mentioned before on this blog many times before that, when encountering posted land on which I’d like to “do photography” at some point, I always seek landowner permission. North Dakota state law requires that the landowner include their name on these signs to make them valid, which makes it easy to find them and place a respectful call asking for permission. Only once have I ever been told no – the guy was clearly drunk and didn’t believe that photography was the reason I wanted to tread upon his land.

I had to chuckle when I spotted this sign in an extremely remote location. In fact, after two weeks my truck is still dropping mud from the section line road adjacent to this property. I don’t even recall whether or not there was some old dilapidated farmstead or other intriguing subject beyond this sign…I simply remember finding the annotation quite amusing. I don’t think I’d want to test the landowner’s resolve, either!

Wide open spaces

This was the view out the window of my truck as I perused some of the backroads in my ol’ stompin’ grounds a couple of weekends ago – right before some much-needed snow arrived. I’ve changed my tune a bit; when I took this photo I was pining for some deep snow, but now I’m quite ready for spring. Bring on the green grass, the warm breeze, the long evenings…it is time.

Winter didn’t exactly go as planned, but my little guys did eventually get to build a couple of little snowmen this week. They’re both old enough to ride little bikes now, and are expressing a desire to go stargazing so I anticipate big things this summer! I can’t wait to get started.

Some folks aren’t so sure they can trust Obama. And then there’s this guy

While out on the road I keep an eye out for things like windmills (obviously) and old farm equipment like threshing machines. Even one who doesn’t naturally look for those things would have no trouble at all spotting this one along Highway 200.

As you can see, the owner is no fan of President Obama or Senator Kent Conrad, and has no problem outlining the relationship between the two. You’ll get no disagreement from me on this one, especially in their duplicitous behavior toward our state’s energy industry (of which I’m particularly proud). Besides, that’s one of the more inventive uses I’ve seen for an obsolete 1-meter C-band satellite dish lately.

Did he mention that Obama lies? I’m not sure of the metaphor he’s going for with the toilet seats, but I suspect it’s something similar to the message conveyed on this truck seen around the Bismarck-Mandan area.

If you’ve got an idea what this is all supposed to mean, post a comment. It’s got me more curious than anything I’ve seen along the enchanted highway. I’m familiar with the hand gesture given by the figure on the left…the Democrats have been giving this country the bird since they gained control of Congress in 2006. Why they’re chasing ducks I’m not exactly sure, so I’ll leave that open for your input.

You know the Democrat Party has really screwed things up when normally reserved North Dakotans are putting up displays like these and attending protest rallies in the hundreds. Normally we just go about our business and want to be left alone, so for a political party to elicit these kinds of reactions speaks volumes.

Didn’t get a blizzard…disappointed? Take a look at these

Since we got cheated out of the blizzard that everyone was anticipating last night, I thought I’d share a few pictures I took of the nasty spring storm we received in Bismarck-Mandan back in 1997. This was a particularly wicked storm, as the snow was very fine and icy. It packed in so tightly that the roads had to be cut open with snowblower-equipped payloaders, instead of simply plowed.

At the time I lived north of Century in the vicinity of Montreal Street. Since only the major roads were cut open, I had to hike around six blocks down to Century Avenue, where the big KFYR-TV 4×4 engineering truck was waiting to transport me to work. As you can imagine, we were pretty busy in a news capacity at that point.

It was a surreal walk down to Century Avenue. The snow was taller than even full size pickups parked along Montreal Street, and as I walked down the road I noticed that I wasn’t leaving any footprints. The snow was made of such fine snow crystals and packed so tightly that I wasn’t breaking through the surface. Every now and then I’d see part of a pickup cab poking up through the snow, but for the most part I couldn’t even tell where the street was, much less where cars were parked.

After the roads were beginning to clear, a crazy friend picked me up in his Escort GT and we went out to document the whole thing. At this time I had merely a little Canon point-and-shoot film camera, but I think it tells the story:

The perspective on this one is slightly misleading, since I was sitting in a compact car. But you get the idea.

As you can see from the walls of snow lining Century Avenue, these roads were literally cut open, as plowing would do no good. Not only was the snow too deep, but it was fine, compacted “sugar snow” composed of tiny little crystals. It was rock hard.

Since we were already into Spring, the sun started to work on the snowbanks right away. They’re melting down pretty quickly. We weren’t in a particularly low-riding car, but even along the Expressway the snow was taller than we were.

The fence along the Expressway was almost completely hidden by snow. Lots of places were packed in completely as the snow settled in and froze solid.

It was a Saturday storm, and I remember being quite put out at having some of my motorcycles stranded at the Hall of Ports for the annual Freedom Riders Motorcycle Show! At least I got to bring home some trophy hardware later.

Anyway…if you’re feeling slighted by the lack of blizzard conditions (especially after all the hype over the last few days), maybe this will help get you through it!

Little house on the prairie

Talk about some cramped quarters! I spotted this little shack along an old county road, as usual. I caught some nice, warm sunshine and beautiful blue skies before the cold and snow came rolling in. I’m thankful for the snow, to be sure, but we in our house are ready for spring to arrive. After this week’s predicted storms, March is sure to deliver plenty more weather changes.

Piling on

I was out roaming the county roads this weekend and stumbled upon these old piles next to a small wooden bridge. Apparently at some point the bridge had been moved or replaced, and these were left behind. They were a perfect subject for a themed photo, as our photo club’s monthly contest for February is themed “shadows.”

I love roaming the back roads and this past weekend’s trip was exceptional. I found a few nice photos, got to roam as a guy is wont to do, and even found a location I’d been seeking for quite some time. These bridge footings were a particularly pleasant surprise and, since the water surrounding them was completely frozen, I was able to try several angles over the course of a half hour until I found something that I liked. I was even able to position my flash and trigger it remotely to fill in some light where needed. After all, as my photographic mentor taught me, “lighting is simply controlling the shadows.”

Into the wind…the solar wind, that is

Upon returning to the Bizzo following a family funeral in Dickinson, I settled in and decided to check the arsenal of websites I use to attempt my aurora borealis predictions. Things looked promising, and I made a mental note to head out for a look-see after a while. Before long, however, I got a call from a friend who was already out and about: the Northern Lights were blazing!

When my best friend and I arrived on the scene, the colors were pretty faint and uniform. That gave me time to wander around the field in an attempt to find an angle that provided what I was looking for. The windmill didn’t want to cooperate, as its head was facing the wrong direction at first. A small breeze apparently corrected that later.

Things ramped up for a bit, painting a sharper wall of light across the northern sky. Northern Lights can take on many permutations; dancing spikes of light, cascading sheets, and sometimes winding bands of glowing green that snake across the sky. This happened to be the long band variety. After a while, things appeared to wane, and it was getting cold…so I decided to pack up the gear.

Apparently that’s what the sky was waiting for, because as soon as we began to drive away the intensity flared and we started to get some additional colors and spikes. I hadn’t made it far down the road, so I whipped around and bolted over to the previous position to grab a quick few shots. This time some reds began to make an appearance as well as the light began to dance more brightly.

Finally – some spikes of color began to appear amid the horizon’s green and blue aura! They were elusive and short-lived, but they were there. I spent a few more minutes in the cold but otherwise perfect night, and the sky began to settle. Hiking back to the truck for the night, I got the gear stowed and checked the numbers one more time.

The way things were looking, I figured that there was a chance that things would flare up again around 3am as they’re known to do. It was approaching midnight, however, and I wasn’t about to sit out in the cold and find out. The plan was to head home, check on things before bed, and make the call there. In this case I decided to go to bed instead of back out into the night, predicting that the skies were going to settle. It turned out to be the right call; things dropped off after that.

I have a link on my Northern Lights page (link in the upper right column) for each of the many sites I use to “throw in the hopper” and make the call on whether I figure chasing after Northern Lights is worthwhile. It’s a soft science at best. In this case, one particular model was accurate and another was not. In other cases, a different model will make the correct prediction. It really ends up coming down to gut instinct: trying to determine which numbers to trust. Yesterday’s solar wind blast was expected, but it was not expected to cause any auroras. One blip on one set of data is what made me suspicious, and it turned out to be the right call.

Since I’m a husband and Daddy these days, I can’t be bolting out of town every night in the hopes of getting a lucky encounter with the auroras, so I’m trying to see if I can get a better sense of when such a trip is worthwhile. Last night my instincts proved correct.

Just in case

Upon hearing the news that Arlon Voge has sold Farmers Livestock and will be closing ‘er up after the 28th of the month, I had a disturbing thought. One news report said an adjacent piece of land was also sold as part of the deal, and I thought, “What if that’s the piece of land containing one of my favorite local windmills?” Gasp! So I figured it would be nice to go out and take some nice photos of it just in case.

The sun cooperated with me as I found the windmill bathed in Golden Hour sunlight upon my arrival. I snapped a few pics in the cold and, as the sun began to descend beyond the horizon, I spun around to do some silhouette shots with the burning skies in the background.

If this windmill indeed becomes a casualty of the sale, I’ll at least have some nice memories of it.

Obamacare pro-abort activism fools Catholics, apparently even at KFYR-TV

On my way out of the office earlier this week, I saw Monica Hannan open “First News at 5:00” with a story touting an interesting poll. It claimed that a majority of Catholics’ opinion of President Obama hadn’t changed in light of the Obamacare mandate on “contraception.”

I was surprised to hear this poll reported as credible on KFYR, because it ignores two very important facts:

1- The pro-abort crowd has WON this issue if they continue to refer to it as a “contraception” issue. Go back to those same professing Catholics, poll ’em again AFTER reminding them that the mandate also includes ABORTION drugs. Look up what an “abortifacient” drug is, or a “morning after” pill. Guess what: the Catholic church is going to have to hand THOSE out too. My guess is that at a LOT of Catholics who don’t mind strapping on prophylactics in defiance of the Pope would have a real problem with handing out abortion drugs!

2- It’s not just an issue of contraception, or even abortion. It goes far more fundamental. Let’s simplify the scenario for a second:

Government: “Hey, church – we want you to do ‘X’ and we’re going to require it by law.”

Church: “Um…no. ‘X’ is against our beliefs and teachings, and has been for centuries.”

Government: “Well, that’s too bad. We’re going to make you do ‘X’ anyway. After a week of bad press, we’ll claim it’s the insurance companies paying for ‘X’, but you’re still going to do it. Besides, your membership’s doing ‘X’ in secret anyway…regardless of your church’s belief.”

So what’s the right answer for the churches or practicing Catholics to give here? I’ll give you a hint: it’s NOT one of acquiescence.

And by the way, it’s NOT just a Catholic issue. Just because Christian churches don’t have a tenet forbidding contraceptives, they are ALL united against abortion. That’s what brought Catholic, Christian, Jewish, and even Muslim groups together in unity against this mandate. But you don’t hear anything about that anymore, do you?

This is how the media works to further leftist agendas: with a vacuum. They locked the issue of mandatory government-funded abortion into a vacuum chamber, and only reported on “the contraception issue.” Not only did that take the worst part of the issue out of the argument completely, but it also sliced those unified groups apart and focused only on the Catholic church, an organization liberals knew they could easily roll over. Divide and conquer, 21st century style.

I’m not surprised at how many Catholics have fallen hook, line, and sinker for it…given the fact that the Catholic Church has given in to liberal progressivism long ago in what Paul Rahe calls “Catholicism’s Pact with the Devil.”