Perhaps a rather normal looking photography, but in this photo, I want you to see, what you can’t see. This is the land that my Grandparents home once proudly stood. As you can see the only remains is a couple of field grain bins. When I look at this photo I imagine myself in the dining room looking out the bb pelted window south at the same field you see here. I can also see the lilacs bushes, the road that lead to the park and the corny wooden “Hello -Goodbye” Dog that either greeted you or wished you farewell as you approached the farmstead. What you can’t see is how much life, how many cousins spent Sundays and Summers in this same exact space. My wife and I would stop here as college students on our journey to and from the University of North Dakota and visit my Grandma. I still see that.
I can’t help myself taking photos of vintage cars. I’m drawn to the lines, reflections, chrome and the era. I also find the challenge of not taking the “obvious” photo and finding some alternate composition and point of interest. I miss my 62 2 door post Ford Fairlaine…Someday I’ll get my vintage car.
Western North Dakota: Oil vs Grain, ranch land vs farm land, an entirely different view than from the populated eastern side of the state. This outdoor movie theater apparently is the last functional theater in North Dakota. It’s amazing that what a few cans of fluorescent paint can do. I found neon paint on the rocks, speaker poles, playground equipment, and buildings; basically anything that isn’t creeping up the pavement cracks.
This weekend my parents and I are driving across the state to be present at my brothers retirement party at the County Courthouse in Williston. I have given much thought about my the fact that both of parents are able to witness the retirement of one of their sons. My Dad retired close to 25 years ago and I so regret not being able to take the time to be at his last day of work when I was able to do so. I shake my head and I wonder, “What was I thinkin?” I’m thankful for an opportunity now to have another celebration with our family.
Taking this shot may not look like a big challenge, but it was. The greenhouse was not temperature controlled, so I had less than two minutes to take this shot without the camera melting. I love the colors and dimensions in this shot. This was taken on a photo hike on the way to the Peace Gardens from the International Music Camp. One of my highlights of Camp Week.
I intended on blogging every day at camp, but quickly realized I would not be afforded the luxury of my own time after completed work. Private time is precious commodity and any free time would be spent on honing my teaching plan. Until I can post some pics from camp, I like this:
As a Staff Member @ IMC:
” I have come to a frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element at camp. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. As a staff member, I possess tremendous power to make a child’s life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration. I can help humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated, and a child humanized or dehumanized.”
-Dr Hiam Ginott
Saturday evening the night before I leave for International Music Camp ( IMC) to teach photography.
Tonight I am remembering the many other times I have been put in unfamiliar environments. I remember how I hated to walk up the parking lot into a new store assignment. I knew that the ownership wasn’t on me until I walked over the threshold. Once I did, It came over me and it just happened, usually very successfully. Perhaps this, is like, that.
Over prepared, under prepared, assignments, techniques, schedules, it’s all flash dancing in front of my mind and eyes now. A part of me thinks this will be a great adventure, rewarding and fun. Of course the other part hopes I don’t blaze through my entire teaching plan in 10 minutes and am a dismal failure. I think I’m more concerned now about the weather. I guess that’s good because I know I have the lesson plan and I can work with it. If we have to stay inside because of heat, rain, etc. I don’t have 40 hours of lecture material.
The gamble and risk is really hitting home now, leaving my comfort zone, giving up vacation, taking a huge chance on success. It’s also time to stop fretting and just do it!