We Three Blooms

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It’s the season for candy and presents and stuffing yourself with good things to eat and that’s what we have today. This is a beautiful edible flower called the Peppermint Surprise or Pepperminticus Candii. It’s perfect as a garnish or added to your favorite salad or simply eaten one petal at a time.

The blooms usually grow in groups of three and ripen together around the first of the holiday season. One unique characteristic they have is they need the light of a single bright star to fully realize their deepest richest color. That’s when they become fully ripened and must be picked quickly as they immediately turn into a hard brittle candy that is prone to wind damage. They look and feel like the finest delicate porcelain until you eat one. Then its heaven on earth. There is a OMG flavor-burst that will have your eyes watering, and your tongue smacking the back of your teeth, it tastes so good. You’ll be begging for just one more. It’s a good thing they’re expensive and hard to find because you’d eat next months house payment in one sitting if you could.

These flowers are fairly difficult to locate and harvest as they only grow on the eastern slopes of The Big Rock Candy mountain in Northern Colorado. They are found and harvested by listening for the sound they make as the night breezes flow by them causing them to vibrate and hum in harmony. It may be that this is why their blossoms bloom in threes as they need the three different tones to make a chord. Their bell-like shape amplifies their song and makes them slightly easier to locate. Although you can hunt for the flowers by listening for their songs often the flower’s song is drowned out by the buzzing of the bees in the Cigarette Trees, which is a trash plant that has completely fallen out of favor and is to be avoided at all costs due to its adverse effects on humans and other living things. However there is some unknown symbiosis that must occur between the Pepperminticus Candii  and the Cigarette Trees, cigagretable awfulitica that is not fully understood yet. But if you find the Cigarette Trees you will almost always find Peppermint Surprise flowers growing amongst them. And for that reason we haven’t burned out the Cigarette Tree grove yet.

Due to it’s incredibly high sugar content they should be kept away from young children under 30 as they might make them hyper-active, and hard to stomach and that’s  the last thing you want at this time of year so simply tell the little tots that they’re deadly poisonous and they should leave them alone.

As mentioned previously we are lucky enough to have a small grove of the Cigarette Trees with their attending Peppermint Surprise flowers in our arboretum here at The Institute where they can be purchased for 118.00 per ounce. Shipping extra. Please be advised that due to their delicate nature they can be broken and damaged in transit which reduces them to a powder that appears to resemble fireplace ashes, however the unique taste remains in full flavor, so they can be used as a sprinkle for cupcake toppings or on your favorite white ice cream. However, order at your own risk, this is a non-refundable item. Happy Holidays!

Shadowglyphs

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Shadowglyphs, according to our dictionary of Scientific terms, are a little-known phenomenon where an individual or animal or some other type of life will leave an imprint of its shadow on a vertical or semi-vertical surface that is not visible after the individual making it leaves.

Here we see a humanoid type individual in the act of creating a shadowglyph on a sand dune in Monument valley. As you can see the shadow is very dark and heavy indicating that it is in the final act of exposure and consequently will be a very strong shadowglyph upon its completion.

You may be asking yourself “Well hey, what about these things, why haven’t I, a keen observer of strange and unusual phenomenon seen this before then. I read the Star and the Inquirer. How is it you guys, at the foremost Photographic Institute in the entire world, are the very first to discover this?” Well, you’ve answered your own question. We are  the foremost Photographic Institute in the world, what did you expect?

It’s a simple answer really, but one with an incredibly complex back story. The simple part is we developed, with the help of the NSA and The National Endowment for the Arts, a grant from The Society of Photographers Equipment Development, or ‘SPED’, plus donations from readers like you, a special new camera. This camera has the ability to photograph a scene and through the innovations of dozens of technicians, engineers and other smart people capture the Shadowglyph that exists, indelibly etched on the surface of the view you are photographing, even when you can’t see it with your naked eye.

As amazing as this is we know that are probably a few skeptics in the crowd that don’t believe that this is possible, so the image below, one of the first of its kind ever published in a legitimate scientific publication like ours, shows the results of our success.

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Here you can easily see the outline of a passing photographer that has been imprinted on some foliage when there is now no photographer present. Without the aid of our special camera you can not see this shadowglyph. There is simply a bare bush standing there with no sign that there is a shadowglyph imprinted on its surface. Pretty darn impressive right?

We have anticipated one of the questions we’re sure to be asked by the world at large and that would be “So what’s the difference between a Shadowglyph and a Petroglyph then?” and we say “Absolutely nothing!”  they’re just different forms of the same thing. What you see as a petroglyph is simply a shadowglyph that has, over time, become corrupted and due to its inherent composition has become visible. It has etched itself into the rock surface by a slow acting chemical process know as desilica-implosion. This is when the molecules of the shadowglyph that has adhered to the rocks surface gradually builds up a pressure due to constant heating and thawing by the sun until it results in the rock under the molecule exploding outward from the surface. This leaves a small crater where the molecule was, that appears as if it might have been formed by something harder than the rock surface, striking that surface repeatedly. This is where the confusion and mistaken idea that these petroglyphs were formed by a small lost, but destructive, ancient person, spending his days hammering this information into the stone, and defacing the countryside. Not so. Wasn’t him. It was desilica-implosion. Now we can let this little ancient vandal off the hook.

Accepting this explanation as valid truth and following this logic to its absolute conclusion we feel then that every petroglyph is actually a perfect record of the being that made it. Kokopelli’s, and those tall flat people with bubble heads you see on the walls sometimes, all of those sheep, the circle-ly things and squiggly lines that appear everywhere, they all existed and cast their likeness’ on the walls around them.

We know that this is going to stand the Archeology world on its head but we don’t give a fat, flying donut, we are in the process of developing a new type of dating method similar to the old-fashioned carbon dating method that is so old hat today. We call this new process Photon-dating and we are certain that this new revolutionary development will conclusively prove our theory. Using yet another newly developed piece of equipment, which we have named our “Highly Effected Slow Down Process Camera” or the ‘HESDP’ camera for short, (which is yet one more innovation from the folks here at The Institute) and after making the proper settings and adjustments needed, this equipment and its process effectively slows down the frame-rate at which the specially outfitted camera can take pictures, causing it to take those pictures in slow-motion so it can document the actual crater being created in the act and catch the photons responsible for it in mid-flight. These photons can then be measured and by comparing the results to a chart that is part of our proprietary knowledge, determine when the event occurred. We hope to refine this process to the point where we can reverse the petroglyph back to its original shadowgraph while  gleaning all the information possible from its blackness, and then erase the shadowglyph from the rock and store it in a box down in our archives somewhere. The Smithsonian can’t do that.

One of the ways that you can see this phenomenon of shadowglyphs on your own, without government intervention, is to look back through your own photographs. Occasionally you will find one that is totally black. You may have thought that you left the lens cover on when you took the picture, or that you used the wrong exposure or that your three-year old completely filled your lens hood with peanut butter so you’d have a snack later, but if you enlarge that image dramatically, enlarging it to the point where you can suddenly see that the blackness is actually tens of thousands, if not millions, of individual shadowglyphs stacked and piled, one on top of the other, (note: you might need a micron microscope for this) you will see why your image appears to be completely black. It’s not black because you screwed up, it’s black because of the huge pile of shadowglyphs on that particular surface. See, you don’t totally suck at picture-taking, you just didn’t have a sophisticated enough camera.

How is this possible for you to take picture of shadowglyphs when you don’t have the proper equipment and without using our special camera? It happens because there are some places where there have been so many shadowglyphs formed and piled and stacked etc, that even an unsophisticated camera like you have can begin to pick them up. Count yourself lucky. Even though you had no clue, you were discovering shadowglyphs, the imprint of countless others that have been here before you. Kind of gives you Goosebumps doesn’t it?

Of course after submitting our findings for publication with the mainstream scientific press we have already begun receiving rejection notices from other less prestigious publications, like Nature, and Scientific American, with emphatic refusals to print our findings, not to mention receiving derisive comments and responses to our new discoveries from the scientific community at large, but we were expecting that. They laughed at Galileo, and Ed the guy down the street, and Einstein, telling him to comb his hair. They laughed at that cold-fusion guy, but actually that was pretty funny, we laughed at him too, but did they care? We don’t think so. These are jealous bitter people we’re dealing with here. They’re entrenched in their narrow view of what can and can’t be and refuse to confronted with new facts. But we intend to push forward. The world is full of unexplained things and we intend to explore them and provide answers. Just like we have been doing since our inception. After all we are The Institute. Watch for more newly discovered stuff and learn the answers to all those niggly little things you’ve been wondering about. Or maybe not.

Light and Dark

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Every night at the Grand Canyon a gentle war takes place. It has been waging since time began and light and dark began their eternal struggle for supremacy. It is a slow battle, with one side gaining the advantage and ultimately and quietly subduing its opponent, only to find that hours later the battle turns and the subdued becomes the victor.

It is about light and dark, the passage of time, and ultimately the constancy of the never-ending quest for balance and harmony. Although it appears there are winners and losers, with one side gaining a moment of superiority, it always balances out and what is left is the merely the moment that exists now.

It matters not whether one is a participant or a spectator, whether you believe the outcome was just or flawed, or that it is fair or unkind. What matters is that the outcome is faced and the realization made that this is how the world works and you must make your peace with it. Tomorrow’s another day. And so is the day after that.

Sough Mang

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Many of you have been writing in asking if there are any recent additions to The Institute’s indoor petting zoo. Well yes there is and we are happy to announce that we do have a new member of our animal family. This is Sough Mang. She’s an 8-year-old freethinking, independent female from an unnamed Asian country that demands to remain anonymous. She is here because of some unruly behavior on her part at her last tiger refuge that caused her to be expelled from her country of origin, something about her going off the reservation and killing one of the local carabao, or buffalo, then eating some of the locals that came looking for it. The details are a little murky but we don’t believe it was too serious. These things can get blown out of proportion you know, what with everybody yelling, torches in the night, angry gestures and name calling, facts can get tangled. We’re just happy to have her.

As we mentioned before The Institute is all about lost causes, second chances, standing up for the under dog, or in this case the under tiger, and helping those that can be helped to straighten up and fly right. We love a challenge. We were able to pickup Sough Mang very cheaply, actually they paid us a few bucks to take her off their hands, plus they threw in a nearly full bag of Purina Tiger Chow. In fact everyone in the entire chain of command from the scratched up handlers at the tiger center, to the flight crew who had to put her back in her cage when someone forgot to lock the door, to the customs guys who had to feed her until we could get there and pick her up, all were more than happy to pass her down the line.

We still not sure what all the hassle was about. She seems to be settling into her new quarters with a minimum amount of fuss. Another stroke of luck was we had just reclaimed this area of the zoo after the previous tenants were found missing. The circumstances surrounding this incident were unclear, although there were some bones and reddish patches of hair found behind the dumpster near the kitchen, we can’t believe any of our cooks would have raided the zoo simply for an entre. Who would want to eat an entire family of Orangutans anyway. That just doesn’t make sense.

But what you lose in one hand you gain in another, and although it was tragic to lose our family of Orangutans it opened the way for us to have Sough Mang join our family. We spiffed up the enclosure with a little paint, some Astroturf, added some cat toys, a scratching post down near the water trough and it was ready. Fortunately as this enclosure was once a linen closet and part of the mud room here at the Institute, and had just had new sheet rock installed it was a pretty inexpensive retrofit.

We’re debating on whether to let anyone into her enclosure yet as she is still a little skittish but we’ve got a tour of wildlife management students from the local college coming this weekend and as this is a petting zoo we may just have to let things happen as they happen. We haven’t been able to feed Sough Mang since we got her last Thursday, she keeps trying to snag the handlers rather than the food they’re carrying in. Perhaps some of these college kids can help out with that, they’re supposed to be training how to manage wildlife. Lets get them some real life experience. Plus we could really use the revenue.

Another task that needs to be undertaken pretty darn soon is to tack up more sound-proofing on the ceiling of her enclosure. Nobody bothered to inform us of just how loud a hungry tiger is. This is worse than having a new puppy in the house.

So yes folks, thank you for all your cards and letters asking about our petting zoo and it’s occupants, they’re all fine. Since a certain part of our revenue here at The Institute is derived from our petting zoo we’d like to encourage you to come on down and bring the kids for a fun-filled afternoon in our basement petting zoo where you can have up close and personal interaction with some of the wildest critters in the animal world. It’s fun it’s cheap, 25.00 bucks for adults and 17.00 for children under 6.  Save some money*, it’s only 3.00 each if you would take Sough Mang’s food in to her. A personal picture of you in the friendly clutches of Sough Mang is provided absolutely free of charge to everyone who makes it back out of the enclosure. Come and join us soon.

* All volunteers must sign the following Waiver and Release of Liability

In consideration of the risk of injury while participating in the care and feeding of wild animals (The “Activity”), and as consideration for the right to participate in the Activity, I hereby, for myself, a person of little or no common sense, my heirs, executors, administrators, assigns, or personal representatives, knowingly and voluntarily enter into this waiver and hereby waive any and all rights, claims, or causes of action of any kind whatsoever arising out of my participation in the Activity, and do hereby release and forever discharge anyone, located at The Institute, Institute City, Colorado 80999, their affiliates, managers, members, agents, staff, volunteers, heirs, representatives, predecessors, successors and assigns, for any physical or psychological injury, including but not limited to illness, paralysis, death, damages, soiled clothes, economical or emotional loss, loss of limbs, head, parts of face not limited to ears or chins, involuntary bowel movements or embarrassment caused by same, projectile vomiting, loss of functional hearing, seeing, swallowing, loss or disruption of tendons leading to lower extremities, accrual of bite marks on iPads, or smart phones causing loss of functionality, loss of ringtones or personal photos, ability to reason, trauma, loss of teeth and connective tissue, loss of credit and lowering of credit score, inability to keep solid food down or diminished sexual functionality or ability to think about it, plus any and all other lame-ass claims you may think of in the future.

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Explosion In The Canyon

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Sometimes Nature just lets it all hang out. That’s what happened here at Bryce Canyon National Park this morning. Not this morning, morning, but the one in the picture. It all started out quietly enough. You’re standing there in the dark waiting. You’ve got everything set for a gentle little picture of the sunrise filled with all the normal colors you’d expect, waiting for it to spread its light over the hoodoos when Nature looks up and goes “Oh No Boyos, Not this morning. Hang on.”

That’s when the sun popped up with little or no preamble and all color broke loose. This picture always reminds me of that old Wisconsin joke where you’re riding shotgun and your buddy is driving down the icy road, 80 miles an hour, and he looks over and says “You want a see a neat trick. Here, hold my beer.” Things unexpected.

This is not your grandmother’s sunrise this morning as you’re well past the blue stage where everything is shades of blue and purple with just a little golden line to mark the horizon. Past the point where there is just the tiniest spot of orange to mark where the sun will come up. Past where the deeps reds and oranges fill the sky like a kaleidoscope filled with rubies. In fact there wasn’t any of that. It just seemed to go from dark to light. And instead of all the foreplay we’re used to from a normal sunrise we’re at the point where that big white spot over the mountain is soon going to be a white-hot sun. And it’s morning. Show’s over. Time for breakfast at Ruby’s.

Steaming hot coffee, 25 eggs over medium please, 4 lbs. of sausage crispy, pancakes the size of your face and toast, lots of toast. Then when it’s over and they’re carting you out to your car on the refrigerator dolly they keep just for these kinds of occasions (keep your knees straight please) and you point your stuffed little face towards the mid-morning sun like a big fat lizard, you’re thankful that this is what you do. This is your day job. Because as soon as your naps over it’s time to begin to plan for the next mornings sunrise. Work, work ,work, work, work.

Tighten It Up People

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One cold blustery day last fall Franklin’s gulls gathered together at Hutton Lake up on the cold windswept plains outside of Laramie Wyoming. They were going somewhere and hung around on the lake just long enough to freeze their little gull feet off. Look closely at the image, you won’t find a foot there. The general consensus of those observing them regarding why they gather together, was an incredible desire on their part to share body heat. The gulls that is, not the observers. It was very cold that day and a 35 mph wind quartering out of the North didn’t help any.

Franklin’s gulls, or as they’re known locally by many as Jack Brinn’s Gulls, or at least they’re known as Jack Brinn’s gulls by two people anyway, namely Jack Brinn and the Director of The Institute who is an ardent supporter of Jack Brinn’s tendency to want to name entire species after himself, but only the good nice ones. In Wyoming two people gathered together in nearly anyplace is considered many. A crowd actually. A recent poll of those many up in Wyoming thought that Franklin’s gulls should be named Jack Brinn’s gulls so I propose we change it immediately. The people have chosen. Make it so.

The gulls gather in tightly spaced groups or flocks if you are a stickler for absolute accurate detail, and fly packed together in a huge feathered lump with nothing but their wing tips sticking out. We have determined they do this because of a strong belief that the guy next to them knows where he’s going. This can make for some unusual flight patterns which take them all over the sky, but they do it with incredible precision.

The wind which has been kicking up here lately, blew a VW sized boulder through the window of our document storage area and scattered photos all over hell and back, and this particular one was plastered up against the ‘pick me’ wall. We pay attention to omens here at The Institute so that’s why you’re getting this information about Franklins gulls, Jack Brinn’s gulls. We’ve found it to be prudent to go with the flow and not mess with the Cosmos. If the Cosmos wants you to know about Jack Brinn’s gulls we’re not going to stand in the way. We’re not stupid. So those of you with Bird Books, turn to the gull page and use a heavy-duty marker and black out Franklin’s gull and write Jack Brinn’s gull there instead. Thanks.

Crow Camp Montana Territory

This post has been moved to OpenChutes.com. All future postings of Powwows, Indian Relay Races, Rodeos and Rendezvous will be posted there from now on exclusively. So if you’re looking for new images and posts for all those events attended this year, plus all the old posts posted on BigShotsNow.com check out OpenChutes.com. See you there!

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A gathering of the Crow nation was held this past summer where over a thousand lodges were set up along the Little Bighorn river. There was one camp set up somewhat away from the main camp, out a ways from the river, nearly a half mile or so on the tall grass prairie, that reached out and stopped me in my tracks. I photographed it from every angle and viewpoint I could think of and the more I worked with it the more I felt drawn into the history of this event and its surroundings and the easier it was to see this as a representation of how things must have looked in 1876.

The sound of the cars and trucks going past on the highway below receded and the trappings of modern society seemed to fall away and all that was left was this image in my viewfinder, the passage of time and my connection with it all. It felt like I could have taken the next step and been back there crouched in that tall grass for whatever experience would have happened next. It was an extraordinary feeling that even though the day was in the mid 90’s raised goose bumps on my arms.

Because this view looked like it was straight out of that time period I felt that the shot I took right out of the camera wouldn’t do it justice if it was presented as a straight digital recording of the details as they looked at that moment. The day was hot and there was an occasional breeze that rippled across the tops of the long grass and washing over me brought a strong earthy smell of dry dusty grass, along with the clean scent of the open prairie. I could hear the distant shouts of people coming from the main encampment down on the river, and closer, the high-pitched whinny of a horse tied to the frame in front of a lodge. This was as close as I could get to that past moment in time when this was their reality.

Processing this image was a mixture of frustrating, exasperating hours as I added this and subtracted that to get the feeling that I had when I was there kneeling in the grass, watching, shooting, trying to take it all in. There are numerous layering’s of filters and tints and fading’s and general manipulations to obtain the feeling that is closely akin to what I experienced while taking this image. All the primary details are there, none of the main elements were added or subtracted, it has just been enhanced in the hope that by adding texture and the other effects I could recreate a feeling rather than show crisp modern detail. It isn’t exact but it does take me back to that afternoon at the Crow Camp, Montana Territory.

The image should actually have an additional line added to the title which would read ‘Circa 2014’. But as I have some doubts as to what the year actually was at the time I did this project I left it off. For me it could have easily been 1876 as 2014.