June 2014

The Geography of Survival #14 Livingston, Montana 2014

I see a volcano with puffs of smoke coming out if it in this one.]]>

The Geography of Survival #13 Livingston, Montana 2014

If you don’t see mountains with a cloud filled sky above, or a swarm of UFOs, or a school of fish, or something even more creative in this tree bark pattern, your imagination must be on summer vacation.]]>

Strawberries and Lupine Bozeman, Montana 2014

I know some of you are probably wondering why I switched from color to monochrome for some of these recent flower photos. Good question; I wish I had a definitive answer for you.

Another interesting question is why, whenever I post bright colored flower photos, they probably get more comments than any other subject matter I cover in monochrome or color. As a fine art photographer, to get more comments on what I see as “fluff” than on substance that is a little bit frustrating. (Not terribly frustrated though as all attention is appreciated!)

Everyone, me included, can’t help but appreciate a brightly colored flower I guess. But I tend to get tired of the eye candy fairly quickly. I guess that’s one reason I switched to the monochrome presentations.

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False Movement Bozeman, Montana 2014

It was perfectly calm when I took this photo, but these false Solomon’s seal plants impart a strong sense of movement.]]>

False Solomon’s Seal Leaves Bozeman, Montana 2014

A lot of plants have patterned opposing leaves, but I’ve always liked the ladder-like arrangement of the false Solomon’s seal.]]>

Indian Paintbrush Bozeman, Montana 2014

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Indian Paintbrush Bud Bozeman, Montana 2014

A rare (in our neighborhood) Indian paintbrush, backed by some of the much more ubiquitous (again, in our neighborhood) forget-me-nots.]]>

False Solomon’s Seal #2 Bozeman, Montana 2014

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Omnicity Maudlow, Montana 2014

Why use several words when you can make up a single new word like “omnicity” to mean the state of being ominous. Not only are the clouds a bit ominous, especially if you live in tornado country (which we don’t, although there is an occasional funnel here and there), but depending on how many old Westerns you’ve watched, that line of trees on the horizon might be mistaken for a tribe of Sioux warriors about to descend on you. (That last sentence is probably one of the worst sentences structurally that I’ve ever written and let stand. But as long as I’m making stuff up, I might as well invent some new grammar standards while I’m at it.)]]>

Inverted  Lightning Bozeman, Montana 2014

The profile of this old skeleton of a hunk of sagebrush has the look of lightning striking.]]>