Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Miles of Wildflowers and Grizzly Prints

Question: What do wildflowers and grizzly bears have in common? 
Answer: They thrive along Montana’s Rocky Mountain Front.
The rolling hills, scarps, creek bottoms, and grasslands comprising the eastern slopes of the Rocky Mountains are home to an expanding population of grizzly bears.  This time of year, the downslopes and gentler inclines at at the feet of the mountains also flourish with wildflowers.
In places, great seas of yellow arrowleaf balsamroot wash up against the massive blocks of stone where the mountains abruptly rise up from the Great Plains.
Yesterday, my sister, my brother-in-law, and I drove some gravel and mud roads along the Front.  At times, the displays of flowers stretched for miles in all directions around us.
I am posting a few photographs of the balsamroot.  The photographs cannot convey the enormity of this springtime event.  The sweet scents.  The constant overlaying choir of the songbirds.  I have also posted photographs showing a herd of mule deer crossing through the flowers, the Dearborn River, and a photograph of a grizzly bear print we found at the edge of the road near the river.

--Mitchell Hegman

Saturday, May 26, 2018

A Storm Approaches

Last evening, a dark rainstorm devoured the Elkhorn Mountains and dragged itself across the valley toward my house.  Strong winds shouldered against my windows and pushed aside the mayday tree at my front drive before the storm itself reached me.
When I opened my door to step outside to “feel” the storm approaching, a white flurry of snow-like petals from the Mayday tree blossoms swished inside my house and settled on the entry bench and carpeting.
I walked out and stood at the end of my drive to capture images of the approaching storm with my smarter-than-me-phone.
I love such storms.  They make me feel appropriately insignificant.  I like the earthy scents they carry.  I appreciate the insistence of wind against my arms and face.  I like listening to wind sifting through the nearby pines.    
I captured a few images of the storm while blue skies remained overtop me and then scampered back inside and waited for rain.
--Mitchell Hegman

Friday, May 25, 2018

Three Things

—Live each day as if you have stepped into a red ant pile.
—A true friend is someone who discourages you from getting a second cat.
—If the choice is between dancing or murder, choose dancing.
--Mitchell Hegman

Thursday, May 24, 2018

A Colorful Short Story

Rita vehemently argued one night that rain had no color.  “Water has no color,” she added.
Samuel wanted to answer with “blue” first.   Then “green.”  But Rita’s dark eyes had gone glossy with conviction.  The last time her eyes did that and he pushed back, she stopped speaking to Samuel for three days.
Samuel simply nodded when she ended the episode by stating authoritatively: “It’s a process, rain.  You can’t give color to a process.”
Blue streak, he thought.
Green with envy.
With a little luck, the rain would turn into white snow.
--Mitchell Hegman

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Hidden in Plain Sight

Deer give birth to fawns anywhere between April and July.  The majority of fawns are born in June.
Newborn fawns tend to be a bit wobbly and uncertain of themselves.   Until the fawns are strong enough to make daily rounds, their mothers will find a place to hide their fawns while they go off to forage for something to eat.  A doe may leave her fawn alone for the entire day.  Part of this is a strategy to avoid bringing attention to the fawn.
It is not uncommon for the doe to wait until dusk before returning to fetch her little one.
Sometimes, a fawn will be hiding in plain sight.
Such was the case a couple days ago at the house in Akron, Ohio, where that girl’s daughter lives.  A doe plunked her newborn down at the center of a flower bed immediately below one of the dining room windows.
That girl sent me a few photographs she captured with her smartphone.
The fawn remained in the flower bed for the entire day.  Happily, the fawn was retrieved near full darkness that evening.

--Mitchell Hegman

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

A Rubber Chicken Covers “Havana”

Normally, I don’t go for rubber chickens.  Not that I find them offensive.  Far from it.  I just find the humor a bit thread-worn at this stage.
I stand corrected.
The following video is hilarious, if you know the song.
For those of you who may not know the original version, I have also posted the original below.
This rubber chicken can sing!

--Mitchell Hegman
Original Video Link:

Monday, May 21, 2018

Hiking Mount Helena

Yesterday morning, my sister, Debbie, and I hiked a trail at the base of Mount Helena.  The temperature was ideal for hiking and the skies were clear of rain following several days of storms.  Better yet, all manner of wildflowers were on full display.
I captured images with my smarter-than-me-phone as we hiked along.  The photographs are of varying quality; but they tell the story.

Cathedral of St. Helena.

Arrowleaf balsamroot.

Prairie smoke.

Tufted phlox.




Mountain forget-me-not.

--Mitchell Hegman