Archive for March, 2011
The first time I met this guy, I was shooting a blood drive on Valentine’s Day. He came in wearing exactly what you see. Pink suit jacket, pink shirt, pink tie with heart stickers, pink cowboy hat. He crooned to all the ladies and patted all the men on the back. After talking with him, he decided to sing to me “My Old Kentucky Home.”
The next time I saw him, he was the guest performer at a naturalization ceremony, where he cried while talking about how much he loved his country and sang an old-western version of “Proud to be an American.” He had already come up with the a nickname for me: “Fast Eddie.” He reminds me a lot of Dave the way he’s always smiling and seems to know and care about everyone.
Using that awesome program David Coyle told me about, I looked up where the supermoon was going to be. And I shot pictures of it. And I used it to shoot long exposures.
I’ll probably try this again in the summer when more people are driving it at night. Hopefully my battery won’t die after five frames so I can get a better composition.
The full moon sets West of Cody after arcing it’s way across the night sky on March 20, 2011. Due to it’s elliptical orbit around Earth, the moon, which spanned Saturday night into Sunday morning, was the closest it’s been in 18 years. This caused the moon to appear around 14 percent larger than an average moon and brighter too, though it’s hard to notice the difference unless there is an Earth-bound reference point by which to compare, like a mountain or building.
I got to take a snowmobile into Yellowstone a few weeks ago to do a package on, well, snowmobiling in Yellowstone. Our publisher had given some free ad space to one of the guides or something, so they let me tag along on one of their outings and even gave me my own snow machine to drive. Except, the only other people in the group were another couple that the guides “owed” a tour, so the whole situation seemed really, really phony. But, I figured I could make some nice frames anyway.
Then, it snowed.
This is the view from Yellowstone Lake during a white-out snowstorm.
This is a view of the other snowmobilers during a white-out snowstorm
And when there isn’t a blank sky, there’s a tunnel of snow-covered trees. Really, I learned a lot on this outing. Like, how it’s hard to change exposure, change lenses, autofocus, etc., with gloves on. And how, when it’s -10 degrees outside, it’s hard to change exposure, change lenses, autofocus, etc., without gloves on. And how it’s hard to see the viewfinder, let alone see through it, with a full-face helmet on. And how it’s hard to shoot while driving if the throttle is meant to be pushed with your right thumb. And how its hard to simultaneously steer and give the snowmobile gas when reaching across with your left hand so you can shoot photos with your right. And how they really don’t stop all that often, especially when it’s snowing to beat the band and the people you’re with have all been to Yellowstone plenty enough and don’t care to see the sights.
But at least there were a couple of animals dumb enough to be out in the cold. I don’t think they had a choice, though.
And, of course, being in the middle of a bunch of mountains makes for plenty of landscape opportunities. But lately I’ve been working a lot past sunset and sleeping too much to get up for sunrise.
I’ve been doing a lot of hiking lately too. The cool thing about living in a place where the Government owns a lot of the land is that you can look at a mountains and say, “I wonder what it looks like from up there,” and then go find out. I lost two of my tripod’s rubber feet on this trip. I guess that’s why it wasn’t marketed as a tripod and/or walking stick. This is actually a frame grab, because when 10 seconds isn’t enough time to get from the camera to the cliff’s edge, shoot video.
I also hiked up this guy, which isn’t as hard as it looks from town.
The trail goes up through the trees on the North-facing side, which isn’t as steep.
But the North face doesn’t get as much sun, so even though it’s 55 degrees outside, the snow in the trees is ankle deep in some places and thigh deep in the others. As such, the trail is hard to follow and you spend much of the time lost and just deciding to walk straight uphill (because that’s where the top is).
And March, so far.
Second-grader Paije Johnson watches as teacher Rindi Plambeck reads over the final copy of her book, “Mrs. Muffin the Horse” as students at Sunset Elementary put the finishing touches on their books on March 2, 2011. The books were created for a statewide Young Authors contest, which invited any student– public, private or home-schooled– to create a work of fiction, non-fiction or poetry to be judged against peer works across the state. The program, which is in it’s second year after a long hiatus, saw around 70 entries at Sunset Elementary alone this year, compared to around 40 entries for all of Cody last year. The students had about a month to produce their books, meeting once a week at the school.
Jace Grant furiously colors in the illustration on the front of his nonfiction book, “Sea Creatures,” as students at Sunset Elementary put the finishing touches on their books on March 2, 2011.
Cody High School fans Travis Calkin, right, Mackenzie Boyles, center right, and Brennen Pollock, center left, react after the Broncs closed the gap on the Powell Panthers in the final quarter of the 3A West Regional semi-final at Cody High School on March 4, 2011.
Cody High School’s Brady Gulde listens as head coach Jay McCarten addresses the team during one of their final timeouts as the Broncs faced the Powell Panthers in the 3A West Regional semi-final at Cody High School on March 4, 2011.
Elks. Get it? But really, if there isn’t an animal head on the wall, you’re not in Cody.
Austin Frankson, left, and Travis Frey watch as Karen Diesemeier lines up her throw as members of the public gathered at the Elks Lodge for a darts tournament to benefit the Wyoming Elks State Trust on March 5, 2011. The event also featured a silent auction, with proceeds going to benefit the Elks’ charity foundation.
Martha Brettell jogs her way up one of the hills behind Beck Lake on March 8, 2011. The 58-year-old runner is working her way back from an Achilles tendon injury she suffered about five months ago. While she prefers Cedar Mountain for training, she said she also enjoys running the ridges that surround the lake. “I consider myself a runner,” she said, “but at this age I’m more of a shuffler.”
Cody police Officer John Gregory walks past a taped-off pickup truck as he makes his way through the yard of the house at 10 South Fork Rd. after the premises was involved in a shooting incident on March 12, 2011.
Would have loved to spend more time here, but I had to go shoot 5- to 13-year-olds rolling around on the mat trying to wrestle.
Cody wrestler Wyatt Guty talks with his dad, Rob, during a break in the action as he faced Drew Morris of Cody in the 65 lb. class for 11- and 12-year-olds during the USA wrestling tournament in the Cody High School gym on March 12, 2011.
Would have loved to spend more time here, but I had another assignment to get to.