Blogging... despite the incredible amount of content that I have. I've got an amazing archive of all of these places I've visited. Yet, I have writers blog. I just don't care about sharing myself on this format as much. I don't worry about my images and content. I don't need the following and I'm just no longer interested or truly engaged in maintaining this blog.
Last Saturday morning I was in Oklahoma. I got my wildflower shooting in. I'm glad I was home, but at the same time it was a trip where I experienced the most pride in my son and it was the worst trip that I've made home.
I was so homesick the week before. I am so tired of the snow every week that we get here on the Colorado Plateau. I just wanted to go home and feel like I was at home.
But sometimes home isn't a place. Home is a person.
On the Plains of San Agustin lies the National Radio Astronomy Observatory, the home of " Karl G. Jansky A Very Large Array."
This basin in Catron and Socorro counties in New Mexico is around 55 miles in length and 15 miles in width. The plains are a remnant of a Pleistocene era lake. After driving from where I'm living in Cibola county to the town of Fence Lake we continued to Quemado and across the mountains to the Plains of Agustin.
I think driving into these vast plains between the mountains is as impressive as the dishes. I love landscapes like this, these basins that were carved out millions of years ago by natural geologic forces.
We stopped to take some photos before we arrived and read these signs...
These signs should be when you enter the Plains of Agustin.
Now for the fun stuff....
My sister said I need to change my blog page name to "Expedition Oklahoman" - Not bad.
How they move them further away from each other or closer depending on what part of space they are hearing...
This is how they move them around the rail around the Plains of Agustin
This is amazing, the technology of what it can do. Seeing something that you've only ever seen in the movies. Amazing.
Showing us that there is more out there than our little planet...
So if you happen to be in New Mexico, I suggest stopping by and visiting A Very Large Array
We think our presidential election is so significant...
But if you look at the Milky Way we are nothing in comparison to the big picture.
Just down the road from my new home is El Morro National Monument . My last visit was in 2010 when I went to a workshop at Crow Canyon sponsored by the National Endowment for the Humanities.
This natural pool provided the run off water so people could stop and rest on their travels and have a drink...and autograph the rock.
So, natural resources are important. Water is extremely important in the American west, which made this a great place to stop and have a drink before getting back on the trail.
Of course it was an inscription rock long before the colonists arrived. The Ancestral Pueblo people were busy inscribing on this rock.
Telling their stories in stone a thousand years ago.
I love the petroglyphs.
If you take the half mile hike to the top of El Morro you can arrive at the ancient village of the Shiwi people. Atsinna.
The Kiva is the church of the pueblo people. A house of prayer.
I've hiked El Morro every week since I've been in New Mexico. This Saturday was particularly pretty.
Of all the things I missed about New Mexico, I missed the sky the most. I am in love with the sky on these days where the clouds dot the dark azure sky.
The passed through here in 1709, the year the little ice age struck Europe.
They came in the 19th century and wrote their names besides the ancient ones, beside the Spaniards and marked their journeys west.
The oldest inscription from Onate, is dated prior to the Mayflower. This history in North America that we often miss in our history books, we forget about the Spanish and the French in North America. We need to remember they were here too.
I like the hike up El Morro, the views are spectacular.
It was a beautiful day.
There is the volcano that I can see from my back yard. This landscape is amazing.
and you can look down on the other side of the mesa.
You can look out and see Highway 53 and in an hour you can be in Arizona.
These stairs carved in the rock to make your hike easier.
Highway 53 and El Morro is kind of out of the way but it is well worth your time if you are in the area.
Inscription Rock, a little place in western New Mexico that documents centuries of travelers who were seeking a new life, or were just continuing to live their lives out on the Colorado Plateau.
I have returned to New Mexico. I had an opportunity presented to me that I couldn't turn down. I've been here nearly a month now and am slightly settled in. Here are some images from my initial drive out on September, 24th. I lived in New Mexico in 2003-04. I took my first teaching position in The Pueblo of Zuni. That year had an incredible impact of my understanding of the world and people. It was the impetus for my fascination with Native culture and heritage and it's importance..
I probably should have stayed home a few more days and got over my cold. But I left the day after I finished my last day of notice on my Oklahoma job. I made it to New Mexico fairly early but New Mexico is a large state (the sixth largest), I had a few more hours to go. I was doubting my decision but I know that I can do anything for a year (or two). I also know there are a lot of places I want to see in the Southwest and work on my photography portfolio and this is an excellent time in my life to do it.
This is El Morro... the closest National Monument to my new home.
As I returned to familiar scenery and a landscape of my past.... I was longing for Oklahoma and my family. But I was also curious about this new school and new students, and schedule. I also feel that I'm in a position where I'm treated as a professional which I never felt working for large school systems. I am in a state that values the fact that I've valued my education and the pay represents that.
The grandeur of nature and the signatures of the people who traveled through in the past at El Morro. This is an amazing landscape. I understand the inspiration New Mexico provided for artists such as Georgia O'Keeffe. But I've got a lot more images and perhaps I'll begin working on my blog more often now.
Since I do not know where to begin with the blogging of my experiences of the Summer of 2016 I guess I will start with this quaint abandoned church in Wood Lake, Nebraska.
Wood Lake is in Cherry County, Nebraska and is on highway 23.
It also has a historical marker. Here is some historical information about Wood Lake which was originally called "Cottonwood Lake."
I caught a glimpse of this old church off of the highway and had to go find it.
It was a hot day and the drive across Nebraska seemed like an eternity because it was our last day of our great Northern adventure and I was tired of driving.
I'm afraid I'm a victim of wanderlust. Our last trip was in July and I'm already wishing I could go somewhere else.
Looking at the abandoned churches, houses, settlements is realizing that someone spent their time and craftsmanship to build that building, home or place of worship.
And someone else chose to allow it to fall into a state of disrepair.
I think everything needs time, passion and attention for it to thrive. When the time and attention leaves things fall into disrepair. We no longer care. I'm afraid that this blog is going the way of losing my time and attention. Yet, I have so much material that I can pour into it, which could be useful for someone, somewhere.
One more shot before we left town to head towards I-80 to get on our way back to Oklahoma on that June day.
I don't even know where to begin with this blog right now. So I'll begin with a summary of the places I've been this year. I won't include my New Mexico trip in March. In May I had the wonderful experience of going to a wedding of a long time friend and meeting up with some of my other awesome friends of the past decade. So I will begin there.
I don't have the Missouri welcome sign because we had tire trouble and had to switch vehicles!
This was a four day trip - not a lot of time for play but we did get a day's sightseeing in! I also finally visited Cahokia near St. Louis.
We stayed the night in Evansville, Indiana and stopped to see the Angel Mound site in the morning.
This is as we were coming into Louisville, Kentucky. Saturday morning we did some sightseeing in Louisville! This was on May 13th.
No Tennessee signs here either, but we drove through on that very long day home to Oklahoma so we could both go to work on Monday.
So fast forward just a few weeks later to June (not even a month later). My Sister and I embarked on our Great Northern Journey. Again, no signs from Kansas but we were there.
On this wonderful day we exited Northern South Dakota near Belle Fourche.
And cut across Wyoming on our way to Montana...
Montana has been on my "list" for a long time! I've been to all the states in the continental west. That day we visited The Little Bighorn Battlefield, The Devil's Tower in Wyoming and stayed the night in Spearfish South, Dakota before visiting The Badlands.
Just one more...After this vacation I returned home for a few weeks before my sister and I left to visit Colorado to attend the Sting/Peter Gabriel Rock, Paper, Scissors Tour at The Pepsi Center in Denver.
We had an adventure in Colorful Colorado and drove up Pikes Peak! So there are many photos to come but this was the easiest way to explain my absence from this blog.
Insert Inspirational Quote Here.... There might be a few that inspire me below...
I don't need inspiration transposed on my images. I don't need peaceful nature when I share these images. I have already found what I need when I create these images, during the moment I'm chasing the light.
I don't need anyones opinions. I don't need your approval or disapproval of my words or my images. I don't need a business from my images. I don't need to be bothered.
I don't need to go "viral" - I don't need a 100,000 fans.
I do not need to educate others. I do not need to teach people about photography. I do not feel obligated to photograph anything for anyone anymore. I've tapered working for others down. It will not continue.
I am taking my skill back. That is also the thing about being an educated. Just because I am educated it does not believe that I am obligated to share my knowledge with the world. I like educating - that is why I do it. But I do not owe my skills, abilities or talents to anyone. I do not have to shoot and share or post these images. I enjoy sharing them because I realize not everyone has the space to spend time outdoors like I do.
“We are on strike against the dogma that the pursuit of one's happiness is evil. We are on strike against the doctrine that life is guilt.” -Ayn Rand
“Learn to value yourself, which means: fight for your happiness.” ― Ayn Rand
“I could die for you. But I couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.” ― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
“A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.” ― Ayn Rand
“Rationalization is a process of not perceiving reality, but of attempting to make reality fit one’s emotions.” ― Ayn Rand, Philosophy: Who Needs It?
Get tired of writing... find some Rand quotes. It works. Now back to housework, laundry, cleaning out the fridge and possibly a short nap before a walk at the farm. A side note.. Trump and Clinton are terrible Presidential candidates. What is wrong with you America?
Pumpkin is insane. Sister is odd and the Puppy may be taking after Pumpkin. lol
My blog could almost be called life with dogs. After teaching all day I don't feel like writing when I post images. I barely have time to do this, as I'm still fulfilling obligations that I've already had.
I need to go to bed, but I'm making a birthday cake for my second child who is about to turn 18 tomorrow. When people tell you "they grow up so fast" it is very true.
The do enjoy themselves.
There will be no photographing of the Indian Paintbrush.
"Here let me hold your hair while you photograph that flower."
There are a lot of dog pictures on my blog. Dogs are a huge part of my life. My big dogs, my little dogs, puppies, my sister's dogs ... I love dogs. When I was small my Aunt Billie took me to get my first puppy, a Collie which we named Lassie. Then for the rest of my childhood we had and raised Collies, yes, we were the "pure breed" dog breeder family that so many people today get outraged about. The outrage annoys me because I had a childhood of puppies. Not just one puppy for a year or two but years of puppies to love and adore. Raising animals teaches you compassion and love. I also had chores, I had to care for the dogs after school as I got older and I showed dogs for 4H. My friends who breed and raise purebred dogs love their dogs more than most people I know. I am constantly seeing pictures of their children with their dogs and puppies. I realize there are horror stories about people who don't care for their animals but that can be anyone, right down to the people who "rescue" animals.
Since he was adopted right before Easter his name is The Easter Buddy... which goes well with his new Sister
I got a few shots of Pumpkin this afternoon playing ball and the other dogs.
I mean how precious is he? Super precious. I can't wait to get home and cuddle my little boy.
He's so hard to shoot he won't stay still most of these shots are not totally in focus. He's a little stinker.
And awed, Sweet little Buddy meets his Big Sister.
Here is my Ozzie boy with the new boy.
He is a noble old dog. We call him "Old Man" though, most of the time.
Last night I was chatting online and one of my friends said she was driving up to Oklahoma from San Antonio to go to Sad Paw Paw's Cookout in Purcell. Well, I've vaguely read posts or tweets about Sad Paw Paw and how he had a cookout and only one of his Granddaughter's made it. But I haven't thought much of it. So I decided not to be lazy and got up this afternoon and went to meet my friend at the interstate to ride up to Sad Papaw's Cookout. I thought it would be an adventure and something to do, and hey I got invited somewhere!
So the photo above sucks. I know it. It's okay. I forgot to change my ISO settings for a while. Dumb move but it's not the first time and it won't be the last. They will get better, I promise.
That was the food line... my friend and I got in the Meet Papaw line. Now the directions said Purcell, and I expected this shindig to be at Purcell, but we turned off and kept going east, and I realized we were almost to Dibble. When we moved back to Oklahoma from Kansas in 2005, the first job I was offered was in Dibble. I always regretted leaving that job despite the commute because I loved the community and my coworkers.
Look at that grill! It was quite a cookout!
I don't think I have ever posted about Dibble? I am certain I haven't. Dibble is a little town that is in-between Blanchard and Lindsay Oklahoma off of Highway 76.
The line was probably an hour or an hour and a half. I didn't keep track, it was nice outside.
When you work in a community you never forget that connection. Especially as a teacher, just like I'll always be a "Dibble Demon" even if it was briefly. And ten years ago! What has happened with my life! I worked here in 2005 and 06. This is the first event I've attended since I worked here and I didn't even know I was going to Dibble. So, I think this was a wonderful thing. People coming out to show someone that they matter. Sometimes the internet is amazing.
These guys were from Texas, up for a basketball game. Which, how about those Sooners? My school rocks.
The line behind us.
The hosts of the cookout made sure the dogs had water while we waited in line.
This little guy is adorable!
We finally made it in the tent and I finally realized that my ISO settings were off.
We also got to have a burger with Pawpaw!
This was fun. I bet he was a tired man after the day was over! It's pretty amazing how one post can turn viral.