Freiburg im Breisgau, Germany, is my birth place. It is a place I long to go to everyday. Part of it is the nostalgia of the people and of the place. Those memories that I treasure and I want to relive and make new ones.
I was talking with a friend about super powers. What would you want? Spidey senses, the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound or __________? Mine would be time travel. Imagine the places you could be or relive. And just maybe, I could correct some bad clothing decision.
I had so much fun photographing a group of very nice Idaho saddlemakers a week ago. Here are a few more images. Thank you everyone for a great time!
I first met Jeff Minor while working on a newspaper story. He had just come in from shoeing horses. This guy can do anything and his wife Jill is an animal whisper. I think he looks like he belongs hanging out at the bar in an episode of “Hell on Wheels” my favorite show…
With these photos I cant decide if I like color or b&w best. What do you think?
The Idaho Commission on the Arts and the Salmon Arts Council hosted the first Idaho Saddlemakers Summit at the beginning of September. The 2-day event was a first of its kind, bringing together 32 saddlemakers from all over the state to learn from each other and from masters of the craft, Dale and Karron Harwood, and Shep Hermann of Hermann Oak Leather. Ilona McCarty of Open View Photography made portraits of several of the participants, of which are a few that we’d like to share with you now! Stay tuned…we’re working on a commemorative poster that will be available later this fall…
After 90 Percent Decline, Federal Protection Sought for the Monarch Butterfly
I like to say butterflies are flying flowers. I have been working on a story that will be coming out in the Fall issue of Big Sky Journal Magazine. A big Thank you to Idaho Fish & Game Wildlife Diversity Biologist Beth Waterbury and Wildlife Technician Toni Ruth, in the Salmon, Idaho office. Your huge help with this story and all the work you are putting into the Monarch in this area is very much appreciated.
I pulled this from Center for Biological Diversity article,
“We’re at risk of losing a symbolic backyard beauty that has been part of the childhood of every generation of Americans,” said Tierra Curry, a senior scientist at the Center for Biological Diversity. “The 90 percent drop in the monarch’s population is a loss so staggering that in human-population terms it would be like losing every living person in the United States except those in Florida and Ohio.”
Read the rest here at this link http://www.biologicaldiversity.org/news/press_releases/2014/monarch-butterfly-08-26-2014.html
Grow milkweed. Stop spraying. You will be helping monarchs and honey bees. Please.
Winter brought thick deep fluffy snow. A few weeks ago Kristin, Gina and Hope drug me from work to go play. I had my grumpy pants on but they were insistent. Kristin is a petite little spot of sweetness, the snow was so deep in places I thought we could lose her. Laughter was front and center, especially when Gina took a header…good thing the snow was soft. The forest of pine scented air was something a paper tree hanging in your car could never even come close to.
This week I lost a friend in a plane crash near Lake Tahoe. We have been friends a long time. Darla was a lovely woman, an amazing designer and Mother to Colin and Erin. Our drink was dirty martinis with Sapphire gin. We laughed a lot, shared our dreams, our mistakes and how much we loved our children.
Due to my wanderlust we lost track for a few years. I had been thinking about her a lot through those years but life sometimes confuses what is important. Last fall I was in her neck of the woods and left a message hoping to once again drink a martini with her. She called me back a few weeks later, she had been in Europe with her husband when I left the message. We talked for over an hour that day, it was as if time had not passed. She was so happy and life was good for her. We shared emails, photos of our life in between, texts and phone calls. We were planning a meeting in 2014.
Dont let life confuse what is important, go play in the snow.
It is what I fondly or not so fondly call mud season in Idaho. When the snow is melting and the seeds from the seed catalogs are starting to arrive in anticipation of warm soil.
I pulled out this image to make me feel better. It is or was a slide that I scanned. Cyndi of the Corner Stone Gifts helped me arrange this wreath. Well, ok she did 95% of the work. I just kept saying, that is great and I love the blue fence!! Bring on Spring!!