Today we tipped over into August. I’m sitting here trying desperately to catch my breath. It’s been a hundred mile an hour summer. There’s many many things I could say about how its been going, but honestly, I don’t know I could even remotely put it all into words. The word “roller coaster” comes most immediately to mind. I’ll let the pics do the talking from here and hope the clock slows down a little so I can find some time to elaborate soon.
We were walking out of a local establishment downtown Rapid City, after hearing Lang Termes play another incredible set of music when Aaron said to me “Look Babe! Its KP7 for the next hour!” To which I replied “My camera is at the shop, should we just grab it and go?” Needless to say, we agreed heading out was the right decision and we were rewarded almost instantly Aaron noticed an unusual glow to the west of us. Now, down in our neck of the woods (South Dakota) it’s not completely uncommon to see the lights, but usually they are more-or-less just a greenish glow to the north. What is unusual is spotting them to the west or east, and … Read More
You know, It wasn’t until I started collecting these photos that I realized exactly how big of a year 2016 was. It was really one for the books. I can very honestly say I am not the same person I was when we said good by to 2015 and hello to 2016. I’m excited to see what the future has in store, but for now, please feel free to look back with me on some of my favorite shots from the past 365 days. Enjoy, and here’s to the next lap around the sun!
I had a lightning fast trip to Montana last weekend. I headed up to hang a show at the Lockhorn Cider House in Bozeman. The activity I drove all that way for, took me about 45 minutes and even though I only had one day to spend in the area, the freedom from my obligation gave me plenty of time to roam around the mountains. A quick hike with Jake and Betty G to Fairy Lake left me more than inspired to keep going. I set off for a noble drive up multiple mountain ranges, and Montana, you did not disappoint. You really do take that whole “Big Sky” thing seriously. My show will be up through October and I will be … Read More
Nothing quite reminds me of the circular nature of our lives like Fall. Each year I find myself in similar places, wondering around winding trails, getting my socks wet trying to capture the way leaves look in the trickling streams that crawl below the simmering changing leaves. The air changes. Everything exists with the awareness of the season’s punctuation mark. Yesterday, infinite breath-taking beauty met me around every corner. I could have clicked for hours if the sun weren’t getting ready to leave us for the day.
The Daughter and I spent last week bumming around in Montana. We were fortunate enough to catch the an excellent fireworks display in Big Sky while my brother Jake and The Tiny Band played in front of thousands. The weather was lovely, the sights were extraordinary and the company was top notch. We were there mostly for work but managed to squeeze in some playtime as well. My work will be up for the month of July in Bozeman at Maya Rising (upstairs at 20 Main St).
The Needles of the Black Hills are among South Dakota’s oldest rocks. They were formed around 2 billion years ago when molten magma slowly solidified beneath the earth’s surface. The moon was formed 4.5 billion years ago during a massive collision between a smaller proto-Earth and another planetoid, about the size of Mars. Our amazing planet is 4.543 billion years old. The oldest stars in the Milky Way are roughly 13.4 billion years old. …. and I am 36. We all stood together for a few hours of timelessness and everything was beautiful.
Three years ago, my daughter graduated from 5th grade. (Meaning she was making the move from elementary school to middle school). It was a lot for me to process, so I threw the young one in the car and headed out. I remember we didn’t have much time but we managed to find ourselves in front of a glorious rainbow. A rainbow that, because of the circumstances, mattered more to me than others. We watched it together and I tried to convince her that it was amazing. We watched the rainbow but eventually left it behind to get back to town for something important, I don’t remember what it was. Funny that, I remember the exact day, I remember it … Read More
Behind me some fresh calves frolicked and chased each other around the safety of their mothers. Meadowlarks sang from atop nearby fence posts, joined by chorus frogs hiding below them in the water collected in ditches. In the distance I heard a covey of sage grouse chuckle as they danced to impress their ladies. …And before me the sun kissed the mountain and said “good night.” This is Spring in western South Dakota. This is home. This is why I love it here.
I recently spent some time chatting with Steve Long at Black Hills Fox News. He compiled this nice little story on my current adventures. Updated: Tue 11:49 PM, May 03, 2016 A local woman first fell in love with photography at age 12 ,and says she’s never really set the camera down since. For the past few years she’s sold her work at craft shows and *other people’s* galleries. But in a couple weeks she plans the grand opening of her own small gallery, ‘A Long the Way” in her hometown of Rapid City. Bonny Fleming uses her camera like a poet uses words. Fleming says, “What I try to take pictures of is the stuff that I can’t believe … Read More
Its no secret that I love these magnificent animals. When I heard the news that Congress had passed the the National Bison Legacy Act (To adopt the bison as the national mammal of the United States), I couldn’t resist the urge to scour through and find some of my favorite shots from my various encounters with these incredible animals. There is no shortage of beautiful bison photos out there. We all have them. A few of us have incredible stories from our various encounters with them. Hell, at least six pop to my head at the mere thought of Buffalo. But that is because there is an undeniable fact that they are powerful animals. A point made over and over anytime … Read More
Last night, Tuesday and I took off after work to chase the moon. We landed in the Badlands. We found La Luna and throughout the evening it proved to be a noble and friendly companion as rose with conviction peaking out between dusty mullien stocks and tired-day-end clouds. It was really the sounds that stole the show, though. Song birds, chorus frogs and the whisper of the soft winds played a perpetual melody. We were serenaded by the symphony of the springtime-prairie. The sage grouse danced their funny dances and the meadowlarks perched perfectly and sang to whoever was listening. At one point I watched several male bluebirds bop about as they took turns trying swoon a particularly lovely and desirable female… she seemed interested but not yet wooed. … Read More
Here we all are, spinning around the vast empty darkness of space on this giant blue ball. There are few things that every single living thing (to our knowledge) has in common; the fact that we ALL call this place home is one of them. The chances of our existence is so minute, so improbable that to call ourselves “lucky” would be a gross understatement. Not only do we get to exist, but we get to exist here… on EARTH, where every single day, an infinite number of insanely beautiful things happen. I’ve taken 36 laps around the sun on this planet. (A drop in the hat when compared to how many it has taken without me.) I’ve considered it … Read More
Weather in the Black Hills can turn on a dime. Last week my friends and I strolled around Spearfish Canyon and meandered up to Devils Bathtub. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and Spring was springing. Exactly one week and one day later I returned to a much different scene. The trees were painted white and giant snowflakes fell clumsily from the sky. At one point I found myself on the rim above the Canyon. I sat down to take in the view and before I knew it my eyes were closed and I took in several deep breaths. The air was cold as it filled my lungs and I got lost on the moment, the darkness, … Read More
Probably my most favorite exchange in a while happened this morning on Facebook. My friend Roger accused yesterday’s rainbow of being lazy. (… a thought that delights me endlessly) Roger “That is probably the laziest rainbow I’ve ever seen.” Me: “It really didn’t give a crap… It was like “you want a rainbow, here’s a rainbow… Whatever, I guess.” …. Must have been a teenager.” Roger: “It could be that we are being too harsh. Was it early when you took the picture? Maybe it just woke up.” Me: “It was 6:30 last night, so it’s entirely possible you are correct”
After I left the bones in the dust I took a left on Sage Creek Road and headed up the familiar curves along the West edge of the Badlands. My intention was to drive the road quickly and pop out at Wall and head back to Rapid, I didn’t expect to spend the better part of an hour enjoying the sunset with a lovely big horned sheep. I spotted her sitting oh-so-picturesquely on the top of a ridge. She really had picked out a fine spot to bask in the afternoon sun. I pulled off the side of the road, grabbed my camera and slowly clicked my way towards her. Almost immediately her behavior was curious. She lowered her chin to the … Read More
Tuesday (my dog) and I found ourselves on a rather spontaneous expedition out to the Conata Basin near Scenic on Saturday. We were invited by a friend of mine to an excursion with his brother and his daughter. Their intention was to find agates, my intention was to find bones. Some time earlier, he spotted several dozen cow carcasses left over from a notoriously terrible winter storm, in October of 2013, known as “Winter Storm Atlas”. Several feet of unseasonably-early snow took the lives of a heart-wrenching number of livestock. I’m no stranger to spotting the scars Atlas left behind – they are everywhere. They can be seen most commonly, on hikes and drives through the hills. Trails and hill sides are littered with twisted and broken trees that once … Read More
March has marched by and in true Black Hills springtime fashion, the weather has been manic and wildly unpredictable. As quickly as we are gifted with beautiful days and the hope of spring, blankets of snow fall and cover it all up. A perfect metaphor for my life, as of late, I suppose. As the days busily tick by, I have found myself either submersed in adventure or recovering on the couch. I’ve found little time to update the site or spend creative energy on much of anything. I have however gotten out into our beautiful Black Hills and done a little shooting. Here is a smattering of my March. I look forward to what springtime has to offer. I have … Read More
For reasons I cant begin to fathom, I have this ability to conjure up wild ideas, suggest them and then convince seemingly sane people to go along with me. A few weeks ago I spotted something from Palmer Creek Road, what I saw appeared to be a very large very frozen cascade of ice secured to the side of some granite off the base of Harney Peak. It intrigued me so much I Persuaded a few of my favorite people to join me on a quest to find it. Our very well educated, very capable crew set out on a lovely pre-spring morning with nearly as many dogs as we had humans. We stuck to the trail for the most … Read More
The most wonderful thing has happened since I started working on the “Synthesis Series”. After immersing myself in a project that requires study of similarities and of texture, my studies in nature have shifted. I won’t say they have changed, as I am seeing and noticing the same things I was before, it’s just that now I see the lines connecting one relationship to another more clearly. This is a collection of photos I took over the weekend. I ventured out in a couple different directions and captured some sites along the way. Mostly it was an excuse to breath some fresh air, run my fingertips across some granite and clear my head. I am fortunate to live in a place which … Read More