Blogging... despite the incredible amount of content that I have. I've got an amazing archive of all of these places I've visited. Yet, I have writers blog. I just don't care about sharing myself on this format as much. I don't worry about my images and content. I don't need the following and I'm just no longer interested or truly engaged in maintaining this blog.
Last Saturday morning I was in Oklahoma. I got my wildflower shooting in. I'm glad I was home, but at the same time it was a trip where I experienced the most pride in my son and it was the worst trip that I've made home.
I was so homesick the week before. I am so tired of the snow every week that we get here on the Colorado Plateau. I just wanted to go home and feel like I was at home.
But sometimes home isn't a place. Home is a person.
My blog is nearing the state of one of the lost ones. Seven years I've worked on "Expedition Oklahoma" but this last year and a half have been the hardest to maintain interest and stay motivated. I have also spent the last six months in technological limbo; a failed internet connection and just a state of apathy about continuing to write my life down and document it one photo-essay at a time. So I've had a huge change in my life and it is truly changing and my "expedition is no longer Oklahoma" - I have moved to New Mexico. Starting over.
In 2009 I was a frustrated teacher looking for images so I could educate my students about the state of Oklahoma; when I realized I didn't know Oklahoma at all. I wasn't familiar with the history and the sense of place outside of the textbook. I could teach but I could not educate because my own depth of knowledge wasn't deep enough. So I took my camera and I started exploring when I had the idea for a blog. I wanted to learn everything I could about Oklahoma so I could become an effective educator. Here I am seven years later and I'm in a new state and I am an educator of state history - so once again I embark on a journey. My sister suggested I rename my blog to "Expedition Oklahoman"- which is a wonderful idea but it probably won't happen.
This fall I made the great pilgrimage to The Grand Canyon and it was everything and more that I imagined it could be. Less than a day's drive from my new home and I can see this incredible place. I think the last year I have re-entered the education profession after two long years of graduate school. I worked in a difficult school where I commuted a hundred miles a day. I spent 2015-16 exhausted. The pay in Oklahoma never allowed me to feel caught up with anything or enjoy my life as an educator so I decided to make a change. I moved to a state that at least compensates their teachers with a living wage (which I do not see Oklahoma ever being able to do). It is much easier to work in a position where you feel independent and able to support yourself. I also moved because my asthma is so bad in Oklahoma that it affects my quality of life.
I moved in September and it's late February now. I've appreciated the slower pace of life of living in a rural, isolated community. I've had to adapt to experiencing winter. I've learned that not everything is as urgent as it could be and staying home and not always being busy is possible. I want to find my love of writing/blogging/and photography again. I want to find a love of a lot of things again. I feel that in the last year that I've begun to lose some of my passion for living and am choosing to not explore like I had.
A few weeks ago we were snowed in for a week. My house surrounded by the towering Ponderosas and a foot of snow. I am adjusting to high altitude living and am better off because of it.
In the last year I've practically given up astrophotography and the drive to go out and work on landscapes is leaving me; perhaps this is what happens when you feel that you've reached mastery level. I grow bored once I realize I can do something and do it well, yet I know I can still improve. I've grown bored with Oklahoma and my life and I want to find the spark that keeps me interested in living again even if that means I have to do things the unconventional way.
These are low res images so they don't appear as sharp on the page. This is the first night shooting I've attempted in over a year. I love shooting at night yet I haven't worked up the courage to do much night shooting in New Mexico. The skies are dark and amazing though.
This post is all over the place. I have kind of stopped writing, yet there is so much I have to say. Perhaps with my internet working at my new home this will be a start again.
On the Plains of San Agustin lies the National Radio Astronomy Observatory, the home of " Karl G. Jansky A Very Large Array."
This basin in Catron and Socorro counties in New Mexico is around 55 miles in length and 15 miles in width. The plains are a remnant of a Pleistocene era lake. After driving from where I'm living in Cibola county to the town of Fence Lake we continued to Quemado and across the mountains to the Plains of Agustin.
I think driving into these vast plains between the mountains is as impressive as the dishes. I love landscapes like this, these basins that were carved out millions of years ago by natural geologic forces.
We stopped to take some photos before we arrived and read these signs...
These signs should be when you enter the Plains of Agustin.
Now for the fun stuff....
My sister said I need to change my blog page name to "Expedition Oklahoman" - Not bad.
How they move them further away from each other or closer depending on what part of space they are hearing...
This is how they move them around the rail around the Plains of Agustin
This is amazing, the technology of what it can do. Seeing something that you've only ever seen in the movies. Amazing.
Showing us that there is more out there than our little planet...
So if you happen to be in New Mexico, I suggest stopping by and visiting A Very Large Array
We think our presidential election is so significant...
But if you look at the Milky Way we are nothing in comparison to the big picture.
When my youngest son was two and we lived in the shadow of this mesa he called it "Home, home Zuni."
My first full year teaching was in this ancient pueblo. I didn't know a lot about the southwest until I moved to Zuni. It was a learning experience, personal and culturally. I loved the heritage my students had and how their history went so far back on this continent that they emerged from it and found the middle place. I love the Zuni mountains they are striking on the landscape. My students are in their mid-twenties now, I still think about them and that year in New Mexico.
Just down the road from my new home is El Morro National Monument . My last visit was in 2010 when I went to a workshop at Crow Canyon sponsored by the National Endowment for the Humanities.
This natural pool provided the run off water so people could stop and rest on their travels and have a drink...and autograph the rock.
So, natural resources are important. Water is extremely important in the American west, which made this a great place to stop and have a drink before getting back on the trail.
Of course it was an inscription rock long before the colonists arrived. The Ancestral Pueblo people were busy inscribing on this rock.
Telling their stories in stone a thousand years ago.
I love the petroglyphs.
If you take the half mile hike to the top of El Morro you can arrive at the ancient village of the Shiwi people. Atsinna.
The Kiva is the church of the pueblo people. A house of prayer.
I've hiked El Morro every week since I've been in New Mexico. This Saturday was particularly pretty.
Of all the things I missed about New Mexico, I missed the sky the most. I am in love with the sky on these days where the clouds dot the dark azure sky.
The passed through here in 1709, the year the little ice age struck Europe.
They came in the 19th century and wrote their names besides the ancient ones, beside the Spaniards and marked their journeys west.
The oldest inscription from Onate, is dated prior to the Mayflower. This history in North America that we often miss in our history books, we forget about the Spanish and the French in North America. We need to remember they were here too.
I like the hike up El Morro, the views are spectacular.
It was a beautiful day.
There is the volcano that I can see from my back yard. This landscape is amazing.
and you can look down on the other side of the mesa.
You can look out and see Highway 53 and in an hour you can be in Arizona.
These stairs carved in the rock to make your hike easier.
Highway 53 and El Morro is kind of out of the way but it is well worth your time if you are in the area.
Inscription Rock, a little place in western New Mexico that documents centuries of travelers who were seeking a new life, or were just continuing to live their lives out on the Colorado Plateau.
I have returned to New Mexico. I had an opportunity presented to me that I couldn't turn down. I've been here nearly a month now and am slightly settled in. Here are some images from my initial drive out on September, 24th. I lived in New Mexico in 2003-04. I took my first teaching position in The Pueblo of Zuni. That year had an incredible impact of my understanding of the world and people. It was the impetus for my fascination with Native culture and heritage and it's importance..
I probably should have stayed home a few more days and got over my cold. But I left the day after I finished my last day of notice on my Oklahoma job. I made it to New Mexico fairly early but New Mexico is a large state (the sixth largest), I had a few more hours to go. I was doubting my decision but I know that I can do anything for a year (or two). I also know there are a lot of places I want to see in the Southwest and work on my photography portfolio and this is an excellent time in my life to do it.
This is El Morro... the closest National Monument to my new home.
As I returned to familiar scenery and a landscape of my past.... I was longing for Oklahoma and my family. But I was also curious about this new school and new students, and schedule. I also feel that I'm in a position where I'm treated as a professional which I never felt working for large school systems. I am in a state that values the fact that I've valued my education and the pay represents that.
The grandeur of nature and the signatures of the people who traveled through in the past at El Morro. This is an amazing landscape. I understand the inspiration New Mexico provided for artists such as Georgia O'Keeffe. But I've got a lot more images and perhaps I'll begin working on my blog more often now.
Since I do not know where to begin with the blogging of my experiences of the Summer of 2016 I guess I will start with this quaint abandoned church in Wood Lake, Nebraska.
Wood Lake is in Cherry County, Nebraska and is on highway 23.
It also has a historical marker. Here is some historical information about Wood Lake which was originally called "Cottonwood Lake."
I caught a glimpse of this old church off of the highway and had to go find it.
It was a hot day and the drive across Nebraska seemed like an eternity because it was our last day of our great Northern adventure and I was tired of driving.
I'm afraid I'm a victim of wanderlust. Our last trip was in July and I'm already wishing I could go somewhere else.
Looking at the abandoned churches, houses, settlements is realizing that someone spent their time and craftsmanship to build that building, home or place of worship.
And someone else chose to allow it to fall into a state of disrepair.
I think everything needs time, passion and attention for it to thrive. When the time and attention leaves things fall into disrepair. We no longer care. I'm afraid that this blog is going the way of losing my time and attention. Yet, I have so much material that I can pour into it, which could be useful for someone, somewhere.
One more shot before we left town to head towards I-80 to get on our way back to Oklahoma on that June day.