Upcoming

Artist Talk for the Cultural & Art History Club, Whitefish MT

Tuesday, October 14th 1:30-3 p.m.

National Parks Realty, 601 Spokane Avenue, Whitefish MT

BOOKS

Statewide Montana: Mountains or More is for sale at the following:

Barnes & Noble Missoula, 2640 N Reserve St, Missoula MT 59808, 406.721.0009 will ship

Frame Hut & Gallery, 1430 Grand Avenue, Billings MT 59102 406.245.9728

Paris Gibson Square Museum of Art, 1400 First Avenue N., Great Falls MT 59401 406.727.8255

Glacier Art Museum (Hockaday Museum of Art), 302 2nd Avenue East, Kalispell MT 59901 406.755.5268

Missoula Art Museum, 335 North Pattee Street, Missoula MT 59802 406.728.0447

Both Books: Montana: Mountains & More and Microscapes

for sale here in Buy & Collect.

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Sample page from Microscapes, my made up word below:

A Stream of Consciousness: One step, next, & another

Buzzzzzzzzz… In front of me I heard an audible hum. A cloud of honey bees swarmed over the trail. Like clockwork they each seemed to know their role. Leaves had begun to change and somehow the frenzy communicated an urgency that time mattered. Survival spoke of a mission related to a tree adjacent to our path. In fact, a side jaunt gave space for man and insect to continue their business.

The community endeavor brought back memories of last winter’s experience. A lush desert lay live with action by my feet. Leaf cutting ants waved flags of palo verde leaves as they entered home. Ah…groups of individuals accomplished so much in quick order. Their strength wowed me. Just how could they possibly carry something that dwarfed and shaded them.

Rings intersected rings. Below a pattern of crossing circles dimpled the lake. A hatch hovered over clear water. A moment would pass and I heard yet another splash, then another, and waited for the next indication of a tail moving through water.

Yesterday we walked along the Missouri River. Mud peppered the banks. A crossing in front of me demonstrated prints from ungulates, birds, and a sizable snake. I wanted to be a dragonfly on the sludge by the mighty Mo. To dart alongside the pirogues of Lewis and Clark if only for a spell and see with my many eyes everything possible.

Grasshoppers were under foot. Not for long considering how quickly they can make tracks. A drought monitor verified conditions in the area as lacking precipitation. Nature has its way. That year we noticed grasshoppers that were previously off our radar. Mind blowing colors graced their armor. Dry grasses polka-dotted with reds and brilliant, bright flags waved in the current.

Today Ansel Adams impresses me with his conservation work. How one photographer could make such a difference for all of us. Although Yousuf Karsh mostly used artificial light, I am sparked by his visual acuity that could apply to ambient light. Dorothea Lange nurtured a relationship in the field and retained her unique eye for compelling compositions. I recall a number of you! Every image makes an impact.

I hiked past recent dry creek beds. We saw leaves turned yellow by the end of August. I drank an ice-cold cup of water out of a spring. My overheated core supped in the coolness. Mosses and coastal brook-foam thrived.