Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

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

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

Face-to-Face with a Fox

I woke this morning thinking about the time I opened the door at my cabin and found myself face-to-face with a fox. The fox and I, standing no more than fifteen feet apart, just stared at one another. Neither of us said a word. After several rather uncomfortable moments, I closed the door again and tried to carry on with my day.

Turns out you can’t have a normal day if it begins with meeting a fox face-to-face right from the get-go. For the whole day I was wondering, “What was that all about?”

—Mitchell Hegman

Monday, May 25, 2026

Scrawl

While grabbing a few smallish sticks of wood to start a fire in the woodstove to ward off the chill of a mountain morning, I came across a stick covered with scrawl created by some sort of beetle or grub that dined on the wood at some point.

The thing is, the bug that did this, whatever kind it was, appears to have left its signature on the stick. The bug’s “handwriting” is not the best, but I think its name was Robby. I’ve posted a photograph of the stick so you can see for yourself.

Scrawl on a Stick

—Mitchell Hegman

Sunday, May 24, 2026

Embracing the Weird

Mountain living can be pretty unconventional. Between wild critters and untamed humans, you never know what to expect from one minute to the next. Last night, by way of example, we visited our neighbors at their campfire.

Turns out, they had a few friends overnighting with them. So along with the standard scattering of folding chairs and stumps arrayed around the fire pit, there was an extra dog rooting around and a naked doll flung off to the side.

I suppose a naked doll might be worth a conversation in most places, but around here we just embrace the weird and gather around the fire, tip a beer, and talk about the latest tree blown down across the road.

Naked Doll

—Mitchell Hegman

Saturday, May 23, 2026

A Home for Someone Special

One of the property owners adjoining me decided he would plant a fence along the property line demarcating our parcels. After pounding in a few far-flung treated-wood corner posts, the fencing process languished and then stopped entirely.

Speaking to my neighbor later, he told me he’d opted out of that fence location. Shortly after our conversation, a fence appeared along his access road south of the posts he’d previously planted.

One of these rather lonely posts can be seen from my bay windows and has been greeting my southward gazes for about two years. It recently occurred to me that the post might make a good home for another neighbor: the bluebirds.

I’ve decided to affix a bluebird box to that post, and two others in different locations.

Bluebird boxes on fence posts make excellent sense because fence lines already function like avian boulevards. Mountain Bluebirds, in particular, spend much of their day perched low, scanning open ground for insects with the concentration of snipers. A fence post gives them both a lookout tower and a ready-made nesting site in one neat package.

Here in Montana, bluebirds favor our swaths of open country: pastures, hay fields, ranch land, and any grassy edge where they can swoop down after beetles and grasshoppers. A nest box mounted on a fence post in the open prairie places the home exactly where they already make their living.

It would be a shame to let a good post go to waste.

The Home Post

—Mitchell Hegman

Friday, May 22, 2026

Something Josh Billings Said

Josh Billings was the pen name of 19th-century American humorist Henry Wheeler Shaw (April 21, 1818 to October 14, 1885). As a writer, Billings specialized in sideways wisdom that landed as straight as polished philosophy. Affecting a deliberately folksy style, he mixed frontier plainness with sly observation, turning everyday human weaknesses into barn-door proverbs. Billings had a talent for shrinking grand truths into inescapable homespun one-liners.

Following are three Billings quotes:

— “Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.”

— “Every man has his follies, and often they are the most interesting thing he has got.”

— “Money will buy a pretty good dog, but it won’t buy the wag of his tail.”

Photo: Wikipedia 

—Mitchell Hegman

Thursday, May 21, 2026

Next Level Rock Collecting

I’ve taken my rock collecting to the next level.

After shopping at a local box store, a sparkly rock among the washed stones in a parking lot island beneath a streetlight caught my eye. Next thing you know, I’m full-on mining for precious goodies right there in the parking lot without a permit.

I mean, I filled my hands with glittery specimens.

The rocks appear to be infused with mica. If tipped at certain angles against the light, these stones positively flash.

Thing is, good rocks are where you find them.

Glittery Parking Lot Rock

—Mitchell Hegman

Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Deer Proof

Over the years, I have tried every deer-proofing trick known from here to the coldest corner of Mars: smelly oils, soap, hanging widgets that make noise or motion. Eventually, I gave up and promoted only plants they found unpalatable.

That’s a short list, by the way.

In my yard, the following plants proved unpalatable to deer: Russian sage, mint, Dame’s rocket, coneflowers (Mexican hats), salvia, and blue flax.

Well, the list I just shared is entirely too short to comply with the prodigious plant sensibilities of an island girl from the Philippines. And you might be surprised by how impressive some of our high-north Rocky Mountain entrants compare in the competitive world of flowering plants.

Desiree wanted more. A purple this. A yellow that. A lovely-scented whatchacallit.

You know, deer stuff.

The only sure way to keep deer from dining on your (Desiree’s) pretty flowers or trees is with a tall fence. Yesterday, Desiree and I completed fencing in a small section of yard so she can chase her floral dreams within.

Me Captured Inside the Fence

—Mitchell Hegman