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Sunday evening the “stars were in alignment.” A CME (coronal mass ejection) had collided with Earth’s thermosphere and the Kp Index (Kp originates from “planetarische Kennziffer”), which measures geomagnetic disturbance, was fluctuating 4-8. When the KP index is above 5, I have a reasonably good chance of seeing the Aurora Borealis at my magnetic latitude (proximity to magnetic north rather than true north). Add to that a sliver of a waning crescent moon that wouldn’t rise until after 4:30am, a cloud free sky, no smoke or haze, and low relative humidity, and the conditions were all right to enjoy the Aurora Borealis, the Milky Way, and twinkling stars. I left home at 10:30pm and headed up Elk Meadows Road to an open area with an unobstructed view of the northern sky and no light pollution. By 11:30 I was set up.
I wasn’t disappointed. Looking north, I saw a visible dome of the Aurora Borealis for the entire time I was there (about 4 hours). Occasionally, beams of light, reminiscent of “Bat Signals” (but without the bat) would extend up into the sky.
I set my camera to take continuous 30″ exposures — continuous being a relative term, as it takes some time between between those long exposures for the camera to become ready again.
Here is 90 minutes worth of such exposures (80 of them), condensed into 3 seconds.
And the same 80 exposures stacked into one image:
Meanwhile, if I looked the other direction the Milky Way stood out bold and beautiful.
Now and then a shooting star streaked across the sky.
And the lights kept dancing…
This time lapse has a slower frame rate than the previous, and is from later in the night.
About the time I was ready to call it a night the Big Dipper had moved into position over the edge of the Aurora Borealis dome.
Friday, July 13th, 2012, was the end of an era. On that day, Tim Ryan held the last of his 25 annual Mission Valley Scholarship Benefit events. The events changed over the years, starting as concerts at the Mule Palace in Evaro, and later moving to the Ronan Country Club, where a golf tournament was added and followed by a Writers Night, where Nashville’s best song writers played their hit songs and told the stories behind the songs. It was a scholarship benefit, a golf tournament, an event with great live music, and, for Tim’s family and friends, it was also an annual reunion of sorts. We all have wonderful memories from the events over the last 25 years, and this year was no exception.
I wasn’t able to arrive until about 7:30pm on Friday, by which time I had missed the beginning of the festivities. However, I was in time for Carlene Bockman to lead the crowd of Montana Grizzlies fans in singing “Up With Montana,” the singing of which at these events is as obligatory as is the National Anthem before a nationally televised sporting event.
Tim reminisced about the events of years gone by, told his tales (some of them tall), and beautifully picked and sang some old favorites, including “Golden Harvest.” “Golden Harvest” is one of my all-time favorite songs and is near and dear to my husband and me. We were fortunate enough to have Tim sing that wonderful song as I walked down the aisle at our wedding.
Songwriter Kostas took the stage next, and sang a few of his many top-charting hits. We’d still be there if he were to play all of his hits.
I never thought of “Blame It On Your Heart” (“your lying, cheating, cold dead beating, two-timing, double dealing, mean mistreating, loving heart”) as a romantic song, but my niece seems to find it otherwise, as she chose that time to kiss a boy.
Little trickster!
Bonnie Quist made the rounds catching everybody having fun. Check out her photos of the event.
Rob Quist and the Great Northern Band took the stage last. The second song they played was Ian Tyson’s “The Gift.” As they played “The Gift,” the lyrics were played out in the western sky.
“When the Lord called Charlie to his home up yonder
He said, “Kid Russell, I got a job for you.
You’re in charge of sunsets up in old Montana
‘Cause I can’t paint them quite as good as you”
It had been too long since the last time I saw Rob perform “In Without Knocking,” “Kootenai,” “A Lady Called Montana,” and many more. I loved hearing them again (live, that is — I hear them on my speakers regularly, but live is ALIVE).
My son seemed to find basking in the backstage glow to be a great place to sit and enjoy the music while many others basked in the glow of 25 years of memories…
more photos here> http://www.bigskycountry.net/timryan_25th_missionvalleyscholarshipbenefit
A couple days ago, a friend of mine shared a link to a blog post by Ron Dudley on Facebook. The post is a plea for respect for burrowing owls. Check it out. In that post, Ron Dudley mentioned that
It’s not unusual for Burrowing Owls to nest close to roads and when they do they become accustomed to traffic. If you stay in your vehicle and are patient with them they will go about their normal, natural business without being unduly disturbed.
Ron’s point about burrowing owls can be applied to a great many species. I have often advised people to use their car as a photo blind. Many animals regard cars as part of the landscape but people as cause for concern. You can roll up alongside them and take photos out your car window while they go on about their business undisturbed. The instant that you open a car door, their behavior changes or they bolt or fly off. In other cases, it might simply be more prudent, due to an animal’s proximity, to remain in your car.
This bear in Yellowstone, which I surmised, based upon its obvious discomfort around people, to be a back-country bear not habituated to people (as opposed to roadside bears that are accustomed to being the object of the attention of dozens or even hundreds of people), was less stressed before people exited their cars (I remained in mine).
This black bear exhibits “pursed lips” of a bear that is stressed or agitated.
Black bear with ears laid back – a sign of stress
He skedaddled off into the trees quite promptly. Being uncomfortable roadside, perhaps he would have done so anyway, but people exiting their cars certainly added to the stress he experienced and perhaps hastened his rapid departure.
In the case of the photo below, my sister and I had parked at the end of Rainy Lake (Yellowstone Park) near where we expected a black bear traveling toward Rainy Lake to emerge from the trees. We were told by a Ranger that he was a bear of habit and would emerge even closer than we had anticipated, and that, thus, we would have to remain in the car for safety. Remaining in the car did not preclude taking photos.
I’ve recently posted photos of western meadowlarks on Facebook that have elicited comments about how hard it is to get close to them. That’s not necessarily so if you roll up and don’t exit the car.
I know that great blue herons are less spooky in other areas, but around here, if you get within 50 yards of one, and open a car door, it’s gone, but you can roll up next to them and shoot out the window and they don’t even seem to notice.
Just a couple days ago I came upon a nursery herd of elk along Highway 93 north of Victor, MT. I stopped on the shoulder of the road and remained in my car watching them, and taking photos, hoping to get a few good photos of calves. Unfortunately, another car stopped about a hundred yards down the road and the people exited the car and walked back along the road, spooking the elk, and causing them to bolt across the Bitterroot River and into the cover of trees. Had the people simply stayed in their car, we all would have enjoyed watching the elk for longer, I might have been able to get good calf photos, and the elk would have have experienced distress.
If not causing unnecessary stress to wildlife isn’t enough motivation to encourage remaining in your car at times (certainly not all the time), perhaps knowing that by doing so you increase your chances of getting photos or being afforded more time to enjoy watching them will encourage you to stay in your car around animals that are spooky around people or possibly dangerous to people on foot.
This should go without saying, but when photographing wildlife from your car, do make sure that your car is not blocking a driving lane. Don’t create a hazard. However, there are many places where pulling out of driving lanes can be accomplished (with varying degrees of ease or difficulty) or where it’s not an issue. Of course, don’t forget to take your camera for walks, too. I’m not advocating that we remain in our cars all the time, only that we do so when it is advantageous — either to the photographer/observer, or to the animal.
Going to the Sun Road opened completely mid-week and that was all the motivation I needed to head to Glacier National Park for the first weekend of summer.
I arrived at Sprague Campground around 8:30 Friday evening, thinking early to bed, early to rise and all that. Despite not getting to sleep as early as I had hoped, I was off and running again before sunrise and quickly came upon first a large bull moose and then a large black bear, about 100 yards apart from one another. Unfortunately, there wasn’t yet enough light for photos, but I did enjoy such a start to the day.
I took my time on the way up Going to the Sun and, practically having the road to myself, was able to crawl up the pass and make frequent stops. Nothing better than having overlooks that are crowded by mid-day all to yourself…
The morning light on Heaven’s Peak was, indeed, heavenly.
Bird Woman Falls and her friends were lovely.
Snow melt fed waterfalls around every bend.
At the top, fog obscured what little view the snow banks allow.
Just before reaching St. Mary Lake, I came upon a small cinnamon colored black bear with blonde highlights. Based on size and facial features, I surmise this is a 2nd spring cub, recently on its own.
Wildflowers were abundant and luxurious.
And from that point on, fog and rain were consistent. Sometimes it misted, sometimes it was a light rain, sometimes a hard rain, and sometimes a torrential downpour accompanied by thunder and lightning. I made camp at Rising Sun before visiting the soggy Many Glacier and Two Medicine areas of the Park. In the evening, I sat, for a time, at the Rising Sun overlook of Wild Goose Island on the shore of St. Mary Lake. Occasionally a few sun beams would escape through the cloud cover.
My bedroll, with me on it, did not float away during the night, so Sunday morning I broke camp and headed back over Logan Pass.
The Weeping Wall was gushing.
As I continued west, I left the dark clouds behind me.
The North Fork of the Flathead River was running high and muddy, with a stripe of aquamarine where Bowman Creek enters.
Cutleaf anemone was common along the North Fork Road north of Polebridge.
On my way home, I detoured through the National Bison Range and enjoyed the evening song of western meadowlarks.
more photos here: http://www.bigskycountry.net/glacier_june23-24_2012
On the last Monday of Spring 2012, I visited the National Bison Range. It was a day for the birds. I had never seen or heard so very many gray catbirds in one evening before.
Gray catbirds everywhere!
It seemed I was stopping for birds every 10-15 yards. It’s a good thing I was going so slow and stopping so frequently, or I would have likely missed this well hidden great horned owl.
I also enjoyed the abundance and variety of wild flowers.
Among the deer I saw that evening was this mule deer buck with fibromas. From what I read up on fibromas to caption this photo, those tumor / wart like growths on this young buck (he’s a spike) are called papillomas, fibromas, or papillofibroma, depending on the kind of tissue infected, but all three types of growth are caused by viruses.
On the day of Summer Solstice, I took an evening drive to check on the camas bloom at Packer Meadows. I found only the early bloomers had yet opened, while most of the flowers were still buds.
Leaving Packer Meadows, I headed for Lily Lake, hoping snow drifts wouldn’t block my path. Along the way, I enjoyed larkspur and bluebells in abundance.
I had to negotiate around/through some snow drifts to make it to the top of the pass and Lily Lake, but I was able to make it. I don’t think that would have been the case a week earlier. There, I found that glacier lilies and trillium, both of which are species I photographed at lower elevation in April, were just starting to bloom.
Last, but certainly not least, I enjoyed the first sunset of summer 2012 at Lily Lake.
More photos here: http://www.bigskycountry.net/bisonrange_june18_2018 & here: http://www.bigskycountry.net/summersolticeday_2012
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