Waiting On You All Budapest, Hungary 2011

The cloak room at one of the museums in Budapest. We were there in the off-season and also apparently at an off-hour as well. By contrast, in Paris this last spring, the cloakroom at the Louvre was refusing to check any more coats or bags for lack of space.]]>

Wingtip to Wingtip Bozeman, Montana 2012

The Blue Angels have nothing on these guy. Well, except maybe a little more speed.

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The Learning Curve Bozeman, Montana 2012

Learning to fly gracefully and efficiently must proceed in stages, perhaps aptly illustrated by these three crows.]]>

The Grand Entry Bozeman, Montana 2012

The Grand Entry, in which everybody at the Pow Wow slow dances around the arena at the same time is one of the most impressive colorful displays I think I’ve ever seen. It’s a real kaleidoscopic treat for the eyes.

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Fancy Dancers Bozeman, Montana 2012

The fancy dance is relatively new as Indian dances go. In the early 20th century traditional  Indian religious dances were outlawed. Non-religious dances were created in order to be legally performed in public. The  fancy dance, loosely based on the war dance, derived from these early non-religious dances and became hugely popular]]>

Black Eagle Bozeman, Montana 2012

I have no idea what this guys real name is, so I gave him one I thought fit. Of all the folks at the Pow Wow, he was the one I think I’d find the scariest if he appeared in a dream about the Old West in which I was an unwanted settler staking claim to his territory.    ]]>

Cowboys and Indians Bozeman, Montana 2012

This is actually two Indians, one is just dressed like a cowboy, at the Montana State University American Indian Council Pow Wow.]]>

Matching Accessories Zion National Park, Utah 2012

If you’re going for that manly ragged image, it’s important that you choose accessories that support the look.]]>

Aerial Symmetry Bozeman, Montana 2012

Why do crows (and other birds) sometimes fly upside down? As far as I can tell, it’s simply because they can.]]>

Beauty on the Boundary Bozeman, Montana 2012

I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the Firmament of complete and unbound freedom; I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are Hiding the hills from my eyes. The valleys are becoming flooded with an ocean of silence, and the Hands of oblivion are engulfing the roads and the houses; The prairies and fields are disappearing behind a white specter That looks like the spring cloud, yellow as the candlelight And red as the twilight.                                                                                           –Kahlil Gibran]]>