Blood Moon Rising

BloodMoon2739Blood Moon April 15th 2014                click to enlarge

It is cold in the mountains at 6400′ at 1:00am in the morning, and having a 20mph wind whistling down your neck while standing in ankle-deep snow for hours doesn’t make it any warmer. Neither does wishing you were in bed sleeping. Or wishing that famous ‘Blood Moon eclipses’ happened at, say noon, in Bali, in the shade of a Banyan tree while you’re on a full-boat, all expenses paid assignment for Nat Geo. The hard truth is, this is where, when and why it is happening and if you have any ideas of calling yourself a photographer you have to stay up, put on your long-johns and go out and shoot the bloody thing (every pun intended).

Blood Moons are a pretty big deal to astronomer types, or those who like to make up legends and prophesies to scare the bejesus out those who like to hear that kind of stuff, but I believe their real value lies in their other-worldly beauty. Watching one of Nature’s spectacular events unfold in slow-motion is an experience everyone should have, even if you have it in the dark freezing night, high up in the Colorado mountains. If for no other reason than to be reminded that there are events and phenomenon’s that are bigger than individuals, bigger that humankind in general and these events may possibly call to our attention that we’re not as important as we think we are. Well, I am actually, but that’s the only exception to the rule.

I could tell you about why they call it the Blood Moon, what causes it, how often it happens, will it cause your rutabaga crop to fail, but you’ve either heard that already or seen in on the net and they’ve done a great job of giving you all the details. Instead I would like to show you the result of a really cool experience that makes being alive worth it. Enjoy.

Magpies – Good Bird or Bad Bird

Magpie6604Magpie Rocky Mountain National Park celebrating an early snowfall

As you know, we here at The Institute often get letters from naïve but clueless readers asking burning questions about wildlife. As a research institution we are duty-bound to answer these questions, as this is one of the ways we justify our position of being the leading institute of learning and a source of untraceable income because of the cash fees we impose on anyone who is gullible enough to pay them. We recently received this letter which we reprint in its entirety, asking about one of the icons of the West, birdwise, the Magpie. You may have heard that there is a certain amount of strained relations between our neighbors The Ranchers and The Magpie. We are uncertain how this animosity first started but it’s there, and we must deal with it.

Dear Institute, I have heard from some of the ranchers here in the West that the Magpie is considered to be a “bad” bird. A nuisance bird. A bird of little value. They make some rather startling claims and swear that they are true.

Such as,

Magpies will come in the early afternoon and carry off your smaller children to eat them leisurely at their nests.

Magpies will, because of their innate animal cunning, figure out how to open your mailbox and steal your income tax refund check.

Magpies will imitate the sound of a female dog in heat and lead your good male cattle dogs off into tick infested brush thereby addling their brains.

Magpies will often fly over and drop those same ticks into your potato salad at the church picnic and cause a parishioner-wide outbreak of lemon disease.

Magpies because of their distinct coloring will often conceal themselves in a herd of Zebras so they can get real close to you and you wouldn’t even know it.

Magpies are one of leading causes of divorce in the rural West as their calls can befuddle wives and sweethearts to the point where they will act inappropriately with a traveling seed salesman, thereby ruining their relationships without even getting any discount on the seed order.

Magpies are “tricky”.

Magpies will often steal farm machinery and leave it in hard to find places.

Magpies are mostly democrats but some are republicans. There are practically no libertarian magpies.

The only good Magpie is one that stays mainly on that “sheeper’s” place.

Magpies will steal bright shiny things but worsely, they also will purposely miscount your change back to you.

And there were other more outlandish claims but some were too vicious and vulgar to repeat to a shocked but interested public, so I have omitted them. My question to you is, Are these things true? Should I think rudely about a Magpie? Do Magpies truly befuddle women with their calls and how do I learn how to make that call, or if that is not possible where can I find a job as a traveling seed salesman?

Concerned in Colorado,

Well we were shocked to hear some of these rumors which are apparently rampant amongst the bird rumor people and we felt that we must get an objective opinion on this matter. We turned this letter with its probing questions over to our resident birdologist, Dr. Lem Beakston, with instructions to ” find out about this, goofball, right now, earn your keep for a change,  go to the home of the Magpie and interview it until we get the truth “.

Three weeks later Dr. Beakston returned with nothing, bupkis, nada. The bird completely rebuffed every effort to have any kind of meaningful dialogue about this potentially dangerous situation and wouldn’t talk to him. In fact the bird became abusive, caustic, rude, self-centered, mean, and opinionated. We were beginning to believe some of the accusations made in the letter. After many exhaustive attempts to engage the Magpie Beakston finally gave up and returned with his miserable excuse of a report. He got nothing, we’re out over $15.00 for the week he was there and the bird continues on oblivious to the mounting prejudice against it. In fact as a parting shot to Beakston he presented his famous “Fantail Salute” to the departing researcher. Magpie6608

Fantail Salute

A final indignity that was totally uncalled for. We can only conclude that there must be some validity to the rumors making their way around the west about this misguided but arrogant bird species. We will try again sometime in the future to interview this unfriendly creature but are beginning to think that this will not be productive. Until then we advise the ladies in our readership to not listen to the call of the Magpie. You’ve been warned.

Dr. Beakston’s reply to our letter writer was short and direct.

Dear Concerned in Colorado,

“yeah they’re all true. I’d buy all your womenfolk earmuffs if you are going to be in ‘Magpie’ country and use the net to order your seed.”

Yours truly, Dr. Lem Beakston; AARP, USDA, MMPI, NSA, PPFA, NOW, MADD, AIM

Beauty²

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Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, it snowed again. We were coasting along, daring to go to town without taking a jacket because it was 78° out and you actually turned on the air conditioner because it  was hot, and then this morning dawned, and there it was, snow. White, wet, cold, sloppy snow. It was almost like winter again. Everything was monochromatic but we were lucky because the monochromatic was in shades of ugly grey  and dirty white.

Before you northern tier types all start saying “Yeah, So, What’s wrong with that?” know that out here in the glorious west, when it’s supposed to be Spring we don’t want any more snow. We want sunshine and green growing things, gentle breezes and pretty flowers, not images that resemble Yugoslavia in WWll.

This causes some of us to regress to winter mode which is like when Miklos the Scaly found out that all his slaves had died before he had a chance to kill them, slowly. Now we’re not all like that just some of us. Some of us like me for instance, who is mightily tired, not to mention weary, of anything even remotely resembling winter. It brings out my darker side and well, let’s not even go there.

So what’s the antidote for ugliness? Beauty! And if a sumptuous, gorgeous flower represents beauty what happens when you add a butterfly to the mix? I know, Don’t get all weepy. You get beauty squared! That’s enough to cancel out what is seen out of the weather viewing window and salvage what was nearly an awful stupid day and let me use two exclamation points in the same blog. Cool huh? I hope if it snowing where you are this helps. If not check the weather report it’s supposed to be 58° and clearing tomorrow. Let’s all go there.

High Drama Low Desert

HighDramaLowDesert4386Hovenweep Spring Storm                   click to enlarge

Spring is when we get some of the most dramatic weather of the year. All that meteorological stuff starts working with highs and lows and pressure cells and barometric irresponsibility, and things like low pressure instability coupled with really scary-bad advisories from people like NOAA and other folks who sole aim is to scare the bejesus out of you when all you’re trying to do is have a nice day.

Add being in place so far removed from what we’ve come to think of as normal, like you know, McDonald’s, Wally’s World, the mall and you get what we call in the photo business “High Drama”.  There is barely a road to this place and if hadn’t been for four-wheel drive you wouldn’t have gotten here at all. Passing burnt out hulks of automobiles with the desiccated remains of their occupants lying nearby has an off-putting effect, and begins to make it seem reasonable that your companion begins rubbing ashes on her face and chanting her death song and she’s not even Native American and you’ve got the makings of an interesting day.

There is a very physical presence to these storms. As the front moves in everything goes quiet. The insects cease making their small sounds, birds stop flying and immediately begin seeking shelter under the nearest rock, you can feel the pressure change on your skin, sometimes your eardrums feel like you’re cresting a mountain pass and then pop suddenly adding to the thoughts of your impending demise. It’s a total rush actually.

This image is of a storm that blew up in moments while we were visiting a really cool place called Hovenweep National Monument. It’s located on land in southwestern Colorado and southeastern Utah, between Cortez, Colorado and Blanding, Utah on the Cajon Mesa of the Great Sage Plain. Romantic but desolate. Bring your own lunch and plenty of water, there isn’t even a vending machine out here and be prepared to experience nature in its rawest form. It is hard to imagine that folks made their living out here at one time. It is a forbidding place filled with hardships and one doesn’t have to ponder too long on why they would suddenly decide to split and seek a gentler more productive place to live.

However if drama is your thing and I guess by now you know it is mine, this is a place you want to visit. If you crave new experiences, or at least different ones than the gym and your favorite watering hole you’ll find it here. The range of phenomenon runs the gamut of blistering sun, wind-driven sand caressing your face, and the occasional intensely torrential rainstorms then silence so loud it makes your ears hurt. And that’s when things are calm. However underneath all the drama there is the undeniable, unrelenting beauty of a far away place that isn’t home. There aren’t that many places left where you can experience the exotic but you can here, especially if you’re lucky enough to be there in the middle of one of their spring storms. What more could you ask for?

The Narcissistic Plover

NarcissiticPlover5850Killdeer a member in good standing of the Plover family – Bosque del Apache N.M.

“Hello, Noticing you looking back at me to see if I was looking back at you to see if you were looking back at me took up most of my morning. I nearly missed lunch. By the way did I mention you are very good-looking. Well yes, thank you, I may be good-looking too but, no, stop it, you’re too kind, really, I couldn’t help noticing you there and now I just can’t stop looking at you. It’s as if I am looking at myself but a more handsome version. Yes I do come here often. Well it’s been wonderful seeing you here too, but I have to go now. Perhaps I’ll see you here again later? Great, you are a handsome devil”.

Overheard at the Bosque del Apache wildlife refuge center. I would imagine you never knew Killdeer thought so highly of themselves but these are some of the things you learn as you study the wildlife around you. I knew that they tended to be self-centered but this is a whole new character trait that demands further investigation. The entire conversation above was taken verbatim from the field notes of one of our top wildlife researchers and will be used as a part of our grant proposal to obtain funds to explore whether other animals have idiosyncrasies that can be exploited for monetary gain.

You can help in this endeavor by donating anything of value you have, old diamonds, gold, or other precious metals, or by simply wadding up that money you were going to send to NPR, stuff it in a sack and send it directly to the blog. Knowing that by sending your hard-earned money, that you were going to use for frivolous purposes anyway, to this blog so that we may spend your hard-earned money frivolously instead, will give you that warm feeling in your heart that you get when you realize you have just squandered the rent money on something totally worthless. As you know we believe we can put it (your money) to a much better frivolous use and you get the benefit of knowing that our crucial wildlife research goes on un-interrupted. Thank you for your generosity readers and know that deep down this will make you a better person, not that all of you need to be a better person, but there are some of you that could use a little improvement, you know who you are, I’m just saying.

P.S. Old cigarette boats and vintage airplanes are excepted also. And unused deeds to any endeavor in the oil and natural gas industry would work also, thank you.

Gold Rush

GoldRush0297Grand Canyon                                  click to enlarge

When it comes, as in the image above, you know that things will be better as the soothing light of morning works its magic and drives away all of the nights demons. As the new day dawns everything takes on a new look, there is rejuvenation, hope for the future and the possibility of a fresh start. Every morning is a rebirth and the possibilities are endless. Here’s to the new day.

Monday Monday

MondayMonday0311Mountain Goat Mt. Evans Colorado      click to enlarge

Ba-da  ba-da-da-da
Ba-da  ba-da-da-da
Ba-daba-da-da-da

Monday, monday (ba-da  ba-da-da-da)
So good to me  (ba-daba-da-da-da)
Monday mornin, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh monday mornin, monday mornin couldnt guarantee…..

Anyone who has seen the Mamas and the Papas live, or on TV, will instantly recognize that refrain. If you were born in this century and still have un-vulcanized eardrums you should check it out. It is one of the all-time classics of the 60’s and has been responsible for getting untold numbers of people through Monday mornings without them having to call the suicide hotline.

If your Monday is a little left of Iffy and you are so down that whale shit looks like stardust, this could be just the ticket to realizing “It’s Monday, so what? Quit staring out the window, go get  a fresh cup of coffee and get going.” Even if the lyrics don’t fit your situation exactly, the harmony and sound of the music will make you feel better. No guarantees but whataya got to lose?

In case you haven’t heard it lately here’s a link to probably the all-time greatest version of this song sung at The Monterey International Pop Festival on Sunday June 18, 1967 in Monterey, California. To those of you counting, you know that’s 47 years ago, right? Ok then, take a listen and then see what the day brings.

http://www.eyeneer.com/video/rock/the-mamas-the-papas/monday-monday