Category Archives: Photographs

Yesterday’s Eastern Sierras

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge (1): “Vibrance”

 

GROUNDHOG’S DAY: LAST BREAKFAST

 

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Robbin and I have made the trek to the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko, Nevada, where we were married twenty years ago, so many times that it seems like Groundhog’s Day. We split the 720 mile trip into two days, laying over in Bishop, stopping at the same places for gas and a snack or a meal, the same motel, right down to virtually the same heavy coats and winter shoes. One almost instant replay after another.

Yet always something new, some detail or happenstance to change the course of events, to make every Gathering a little different, a little richer. This year the weather was a player.

 

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After the Gathering

 

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Though the Gathering has evolved in many ways over the last three decades, its emotional impact on me seems always the same. The music, poetry and camaraderie of friends heightens the senses, sandpapers the synapses, to leave me vulnerable and more fragile than I’m used to. A catharsis, or cleansing that strips away my everyday defenses to become more uncomfortably human, even on stage.

In yesterday’s session with Amy and Gail Steiger, it was like getting hit by a Mack truck as I informed the audience of Amy’s accomplishments as an author of three books, winner of a Willa Cather award for the first, ‘Rightful Place’, when all the pride I felt for her stuck in my throat, leaving me helpless to speak, helpless to read the poem I dedicated to her after I finished reading ‘Winter of Beauty’. Completely surprised, I was swept up and away into a blurry sea I couldn’t navigate until Joel Nelson in the front row said, “It’s OK, John, we got all morning.”

His steady voice righted me, and after much fumbling for alternate poems, I finally read the piece. Just one of many emotional moments, and just part of Elko’s annual rejuvenation for me.

Prior to the Gathering, I was interviewed by a writer for the Smithsonian: where apparently I failed to truly express the impact of the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering on me.

 

Winter Storm Warning

 

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Woke up to snow this a.m., more forecast.

Try as I might to get to bed early, alas I was in an apparent minority as we reconnected with mutual and distant friends via current technology.

 

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Looking forward to reading with Amy & Gail this morning at 10:00 @ the G Three: ‘Writing the Future’.

After Hours

 

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A big part of the draw to National Cowboy Poetry Gathering for Robbin and I is reconnecting with old friends. Denise Withnell and David Wilke of Cowboy Celtic, and I filled-in last night for an ailing Wylie Gustafson at the G Three Theater show featuring the dynamic Paul Zarzyski. Little notice and no real plan, four dear friends had a ball before a great audience.

Unwinding afterwards in our room, Dave, Denise and I say goodnight.

 

Elko Sunset

 

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Familiar faces gather,
make camp where it’s warm
in the middle of Nowhere,

Nevada for a song
before the winter sun sets
and the lights come on.

 

En Route with the Point and Shoot

 

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It’s been years since we’ve seen much snow in the Great Basin, and despite its potential hazards and inconvenience, it’s a heartening sign of better health. January is a time of daily feeding for cattle ranchers in Nevada with temperatures hovering around zero — a pretty tough breed of man and beast!

 

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Sierra Thunderstorm

 

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Grass and Rain

 

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Not quite déjà vu, Saturday’s sun set under clear skies after another half-inch rain, illuminating the sycamores again, but with less intensity. This is the perspective I wanted for yesterday’s post, but by the time I got to this position, the light was gone. When you’ve got grass and rain, you’ve got time to think about other things.

 

Between Rains

 

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The light changes quickly after breaks in the weather. We had just received a half-inch of rain by Tuesday evening as the sun was setting behind the ridge. Overcast in the canyon but clearing in the valley west of us, the sun found a thin slot between the ridge and clouds to spotlight the sycamores along the creek, our dancing girls.