Some times the water and sky glide together in such a way that I slip into a space with them and rest for a while. Maybe it is the motion and the mingling – a reminder that we are always intertwining – that catches me. The movement of the water took the osier red of …
I regularly walk by Big Knife Creek, a small waterway on the Flathead Reservation of the Confederated Salish and Kootenai Tribes in Western Montana. I photograph this area most days of the year. Recently I went into a more overgrown part of the water shed. This part of the creek is darker but when the …
It is a strange small yet vast journey to stare at the water running in Big Knife Creek and try to capture sun lines–the tiny lines feel so big–views of the energy of the sun and water written out in wild brilliant script. I also seek images of circles within the water. Can you see …
Here in Western Montana, Big Knife Creek flows from mountains, through beaver ponds and forests. Most days I pause on my walk to see how the varying water levels shape the water flow over the rocks after it crosses an irrigation ditch before it continues to the Jocko River. In this series of photographs I …
I often take photographs of Big Knife Creek on my daily walks near my home in Western Montana. This day I was drawn to the blend of colors in glassy translucent and turbulent water.
The snow has mostly melted off except for in the more shaded places where I walk. The irrigation ditch holds reflections of early winter in slow movement. Today I was drawn to a favorite red-orange rock, reflected blue sky and water plants blended by the flow of Big Knife Creek. I was drawn to the …
Leaves like bright birds ― I am looking for the light amidst the tangled darkness ― Yesterday on NPR I heard an interview with Rabbi Moishe Mayir Vogel about the hate crime killing eleven people in Pittsburgh. He said, “We’ve got to get up, get out into the community and bring more light into this world.” …
Since my last field note we had snow in the mountains but this last week we have had many warm days with some frost at night. Yesterday it was almost 70 degrees. The Larch trees have turned and are getting ready to release their gold. I continue to photograph leaves. Wandering through rocks and fallen …
Snow has come to the higher mountains and the Larch are starting to turn. Occasionally small flocks of ducks and skeins of geese pass overhead. It makes me sad to see their meager lines. When I was young I remember watching v-shaped wedges that had hundreds of geese―more than I could count before they passed. …
Aeration―water from the mountains flowing through the beaver dams to the Jocko River as it moves towards the ocean. I wish I could hear all the stories it could tell. One night last week the irrigation ditch held the glow of fall light. This last week small leaves caught me in the drama and a …
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