La Ventana De Oro

Chaco2204LaVentanaLa Ventana de Oro   Pueblo Bonita    Chaco Canyon     click to enlarge

Chaco, is one of the magic places on this earth where you can go and commune with the past. This is a place where you can actually feel the lives that were lived here ages ago. You see where they worked, slept, ate, where they prayed to their gods and where they celebrated their lives.

Chaco1856Interior  Pueblo Bonita Chaco Canyon                         click to enlarge

As you walk through their dwellings you can almost see their shadows on the walls as they went about their daily business. These are large rooms and given how the people were few in number, they must have been hugely important to them to expend the time and effort building them.

Chaco1915-1940-EditLarge Kiva Pueblo Bonita  Chaco Canyon                     click to enlarge

Their places of worship are now exposed even if their ceremonies are still hidden in history. What did their ceremonies look like? How were they dressed, was there music or singing? Were the ceremonies anything like the ones still held by their descendants? What questions would ask if you could travel back to this place when it was at the height of its glory?

Chaco1808-1829-EditPueblo Bonita and Kiva  Chaco Canyon                           click to enlarge

This structure, Pueblo Bonita, sits against the towering backdrop of the redstone cliffs. There are several kivas in front, and one can’t help but wonder, were they for different ceremonies, different times of the year, or even for different sects, the story is still unclear.

Chaco2006Cottontail Chaco Canyon                                                  click to enlarge

Much has changed since this place was occupied by the original builders, but some things are still the same. Their wildlife is a lot like ours with the exception of their rabbits who apparently have ears that glow in the dark. The reason for this is unclear, it might be to help them see where they’re going at night or to signal other rabbits that something’s amiss or it may be a response to approaching a particularly powerful spot, for Chaco is one if the power centers. If you are one if the skeptical ones, go there, feel it yourself. We’re not saying it will make your ears glow in the dark but this place will change you.

Summer Memories

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Todays image is brought to you in part by the color green. Green is a color most closely associated with summer, that season that seems an impossible distance away. Here we are just a smidgen past the deepest darkest days of winter with the predominant colors being white, many shades of white, a full spectrum of greys, the blackest black of the longest nights and the occasional flash of color which is usually the fleshy tan of a torn Wal-Mart bag caught on the barbwire fence on the way into  town.

Now unless you are one of those many children who were dropped on their heads in the nursery by that sleepy nurse you may find this depressing. Those, the dropped ones, probably revel in all this cold and wind and discomfort. To them I say, “Excuse me, but shut the hell up about the wonders of winter, you crazy person. Don’t you know you are deranged.” I try to do this with respect of course, trying  to take into account the many different souls we have to share this existence with.

Not being one of those unfortunates I am able to get through this time of the year fairly well. I do this by visiting those green, green days of summer by spending way too much time in the summer portion of my portfolio. There I slowly go through hundreds of images of summer, leaving them up on my screen until they begin to burn themselves permanently onto the surface of my monitor. I think green thoughts as I sip a cool glass of iced Jasmine tea and remember when I took this picture, while outside the cold grey day slowly passes.

Outside it still nearly dark but you can see the faint glimmer of the new day starting. On good days the sunrise will cast its colors onto the slightly stained, off-white of last weeks snow and the world is beautiful again, if only for a few minutes. But today the wind is blowing all the color out of the morning so our color of the day outside will be grey. That would also be the color of the day yesterday and I am beginning to suspect, tomorrow. Inside however it’s another story. Inside it will be a bright sun-shiny day filled with the color green splashing its merry self all over every monitor I have on. Think Spring and perhaps it will happen.

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro0661Canyonlands                                                                 click to enlarge

Chiaroscuro in the canyons. Chiaroscuro is one of those words artists like to throw around to show how much they know about art and you don’t, and like French cooking, Vichyssoise is still a soup made from leeks, onions, potatoes, chicken stock, and cream despite how you pronounce it. As soon as you know the definition the mystery goes away, snotty waiter or not. Chiaroscuro in its simplest definition just means light/dark, in Italian anyway. And when it comes to art, who you gonna believe, the guy down the street or an Italian like Caravaggio. I’m betting on Caravaggio.

This Chiaroscuro is an effect that drew me at an early age to appreciate art. I didn’t know why but I knew I liked the look of those dark spaces with the central light-filled areas glowing with colors of gold and silver and Ivory reflecting from helmets and swords or fancy chandeliers. And other colors such as the deep, deep reds of velvet and the glow of porcelain colored skin were a fascination that has held up through the years and affects my work on a constant basis.

The southwest seems to have been created with the definition of Chiaroscuro in mind. The spring and fall when the light is changing, especially during the morning and evening hours, is spectacular at worst and overwhelmingly, breathtakingly beautiful at best. Can you imagine the type of paintings we would have if Rembrandt had been able to visit the southwest. How about “The Night Watch” only using warriors from the Chiricahua Apaches in their full war regalia against the deep rich colors of the canyon walls. It makes me want to paint.

My eye is drawn to the interplay of light and dark constantly as it was when I was just a child figuring out what I liked about this art stuff and the canyons provide me with endless subject matter. Only now I can create my own Chiaroscuro images in the click of a shutter and I do.

Animal Portraits

AnimalPortraits0665Coyote    Escalante                                                    click to enlarge

Every once in a while we try something new here at the blog and this is one of those times. From time to time I’m going to feature one of my animal portraits that will be included in a new forth coming eBook named, coincidentally enough, Animal Portraits. I’ll give you some background about the animal and how the shot was made without getting too technical thereby causing you to roll your head back uncontrollably as you pass out from boredom. Many a knot on the head and/or a chipped tooth has happened because of boredom. I promise to be careful.

Each portrait will show not just what the animal looks like, documentary style like the picture of the bull elk standing 3/4 bugling that you’ve seen 100 times, but more what the animal is ‘like’. It’s character, its personality, where it lives, what it does, who it  likes to hang out with, what it likes to eat, everything that shows what makes that animal unique. Sometimes it will just be a study letting you put the story to the picture.

This portrait is of a coyote that happened to be frequenting the roadside in an area of Arizona known as The Neck. The Neck is a very cool stretch of highway in the Escalante area of Arizona with steep drop offs on either side and a view that goes on forever. Many people use it for its primary function of getting you from here to there and I did too, but I paid special attention to my surroundings in the hope that there would be that more than special image happening. After all it isn’t often that you can drive a narrow highway high in the sky and look down a thousand feet on either side of the road. Slow is good here because while beautiful it is terribly unforgiving of any error.

What animals lack in human speech they more than make up for in expression, body language and emotion. It is hard to tell exactly what this guy is thinking but you know he’s thinking something. He had obviously been given handouts by travelers as he was cautious and expectant but not afraid when I stopped to ask him directions. It was also clear that he expected some sort of payment and when I didn’t provide it he began considering me in a different light.

That is what made his portrait important for me and why I am considering adding it the book. Not that he was just considering this cheapskate that had stopped for reasons unknown, after all, if he didn’t want to feed me, or shoot me, what the hell did he want, but that he was interested and curious enough to put some thought into it. Not to get too Disney about this but look at that face. There’s something going on in there. Maybe this picture works for me because he’s made me curious about him too.

Art, What It Is

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Petroglyphs   Monument Valley   Arizona                                                          click to enlarge

Here at The Institute we are all about Art. I mean ‘All About It’. One of the prerequisites of obtaining employment with us is you have to pass a rigid, difficult testing procedure where the prospective employee must be able to pick out art in its many forms wherever it may exist. No multiple choice questions here. They must be able to state “Yes that’s art and here’s why” and be able to write a short 800 page conclusion as to why they think it is art and how it fits into modern life as we live it today. If they can not do this or they choose something that is not art, like maybe a Jackson Pollock painting or anything that needs to be explained at length to be able to understand it, they are immediately rejected, foreheads stamped with a large red “Don’t no Art”  and sent to seek employment with the government or some other soulless place that is primarily decorated in grey.

But that’s not the end of it, no sir, for their final test they are sent out into the world at large with the instructions to find ‘Art’ and bring back proof that it exists. We prefer the actual piece of art itself, that we then keep carefully stored in our climate controlled Art bunker, but on the rare occasion that the prospective employee cannot bring it back due to legal restrictions, or fear of being shot while trying to remove the art, we will accept photographic proof that there is Art there. Photographs must be unaltered and show enough of the surrounding areas to document that it is not ‘Fake Art’ drawn by the prospective employee, or Art copied from a book, or a post card set up on a rock some place to fool us. We know all the tricks, any funny business and it’s off to the government employment office for them.

Recently we had a very good prospect that passed with flying colors all of the testing we could throw at her and as one last hurdle she was sent out into the desert with nothing but an 85 lb. pack and a point and shoot to find art. Her only failing was she took our instructions a little too literally and tried to bring back the carving and most the rock slab it was on. The image above was found on her camera when we went through her personal effects. We can only surmise that her judgment was clouded by her hallucinations and lack of proper hydration. Lesson learned here, don’t try and deface art on public property or tribal lands. It is sad to lose the possibility of a good employee and we marked her application “Passed with Honors” and “She really knew Art but was a little weak on tribal law.” Her application is tacked up on our jobs available bulletin board as an example for all of our employees to emulate, without the defacing part, that is.

Although these requirements may seem harsh to those reading this, we must reiterate that Art is all, and consequently the price we pay for art can be high. But what that means for you, our loyal readers, is that you can rest assured that any images you see here are actual pieces of Art, original, unedited except for maybe some Photoshop stuff we do to make it look better, and best of all free. So enjoy, folks have paid a very high price for us to be able to bring you, Art, in all it’s glory.

Ducks of Death

DucksofDeath6233Snow Geese Bosque del Apache  New  Mexico             click to enlarge

While on a recent trip to visit Bosque del Apache, a bird sanctuary in New Mexico, something very upsetting happened. We were witness to some disturbing activity that affects the lives of our feathered friends. It seems that an extreme element has inserted itself into the tranquil life of the birds there. We’ve all heard about the “gang problem” that exists in our society today but never would we have imagined that it has wormed its way into the animal world and especially into the serene surroundings of this winter stopover for some of our most popular birds.

Apparently some extremely aggressive South American Fuegian Steamer Ducks (Tachyeres pteneres) formed a gang back in the early 60’s to control the importation and distribution of high yield, high sugar corn products to the other species of waterfowl in the area. This corn derivative colloquially known as “Poppers” or “Kernelitos” on the street or waterways as it were, soon became an incredibly lucrative source of income for these feathered gangsters.

It wasn’t long before the gangs who had primarily been found in the backwaters of Columbia, gained more and more control and power until even the local (CIWY) or Comunidad Inti Wara Yassi, a non-governmental organization dedicated to environmental education and the care of sick, mistreated and abandoned wildlife, were able to contain them.

Things were rapidly spiraling out of control and the gang now known as the “Ducks of Death” for their heavy-handed violent methods of enforcement and intimidation soon began their migration North. It wasn’t long before “Poppers” and the gangs that introduced them were being found in some of the winter resting areas of migratory waterfowl in northern Mexico. Young ducks and geese were being invited to try “Kernelitos” at “Popper” parties and soon birds barely fledged were hooked on this “cool gruel” as it was called in the underground language of the users. Some of the younger birds began calling themselves “gruelers” and sporting tattoos of corn kernels on their exposed areas.

Along with this “grain of destruction” came all the violence and terrifying problems that accompany any kind of illegal substance use. Groups of hit-ducks employing their strongwing tactics were soon intimidating the locals. Stories of pulling out primary feathers, breaking wing bones, and using their drug enhanced mandibles to bite the necks and other lethal areas of those they were intimidating were soon making the rounds. They became enforcers of the worst kind and ruled the waterways with an iron-bill policy. No one was safe.

Despite wildlife officials best efforts they were unable to stem the trafficking in this insidious addicting menace and due to the porous nature of our borders they feared it wouldn’t be long before this terrible debilitating habit and all its accompanying violence would be found in the US. Well now it has and we have the photographic proof. See image above (Interpol ID# 88560283472).

The Institute, although not normally known as an LEA or Law enforcement agency, we sometimes work closely with different branches of law enforcement when we see obvious wrongdoing occur. So far we have notified every agency that may have any connection to this problem but have not heard back yet with any results. The image above which shows incontrovertible proof of the infiltration and application of terror that has now reached our shores, as it were, is just a wake up call. It’s here and it needs to be dealt with.

Your help as auxiliary observers is needed and will help stem the tide of this implacable menace by reporting any violent behavior you witness in your local bird population. How you  can help; Watch for unexplained kernels of corn laying on the ground in and around waterways, look for signs of unusual behavior in young birds, such as ‘strutting’ or unusual or different hairstyles like ‘ducktails’. Manic wing flapping and uncontrollable squawking are signs of being in the throes of a “sugar high” as is lying listlessly in the water with their heads submerged. Beware of anti-social actions such as laughing or giggling by young birds with excessively yellow or orange feet, these can be signs of “popping” or “using”, and immediately notify law enforcement if you see any type of aggression in the bird population you are observing. This is a sure sign of gang activity. Do not be afraid to inform local law enforcement of anything you deem suspicious. They’ll thank you for it and you’ll feel better knowing you’ve done your part to help stem this horrible problem. It is better to be known as a quack than to have done nothing at all.

Stone Woman Walking

StoneWomanWalking5904Stone Woman Walking   Arches National Park             click to enlarge

In Arches National park you can occasionally see the Old Ones going slowly about their business. They move quietly through the canyons of stone intent on their purpose and pay little attention to the soft mortals that scurry ant-like about them. Their journeys are slow and ponderous seeming to us, but then we live in a world that travels in a headlong rush and we must accomplish much in the short period of time allotted to us for we have the desperate need to scratch our mark on the walls of time. Those in the future must know we passed through here. How temporary we must seem to her, if she even contemplates us at all.

Stone Woman Walking has been making this journey for eons. Wrapped in her blanket to ward off the chill of centuries she is not much affected by the ravages of time and little notices the conditions around her. Snow blankets her softly but is gone in moments. The sand-laden wind blowing through the canyons slowly erases her youth but it is of little import. She has had her time. Now the contentment that comes from her journey through the ages settles around her and enhances the constancy that is her beauty. She is not eternal, for all things pass, but she seems so to us. This somehow brings comfort to some of us as we see the fleeting moments that are our lives moving past us at an ever accelerating speed. There are things that last. There is purpose that will continue long after we have faded away. I like that.