Saturday, December 29, 2018

Western Slope Winter - Colored Pencil Drawing

"Western Slope Winter" Colored Pencil

It seems like there’s always more snow on the other side of the Great Divide especially in the bottom of the Blue River Valley. During January deep drifts occur in the long shadows of giant peaks.

Bad weather usually wreaks havoc at night but often breaks just before daylight. A clear sky in the morning means transparent light with a sun glare that stings the eyes and a frigid temperature that burns the skin.

In this snowscape, a jagged range exhibits sharp features while thin clouds whisk across a pale sky. The forest’s edge is a conglomeration of strange shapes creating a wind break separating the white slopes from the arctic plain.

The sparkling hues are a phenomenon that can only be seen in the mountains the morning after a storm. The pointillistic image is like a mirage broken by bits of pure color that, from a distance, fuse in the viewer’s eyes.

Even in winter, the foreground of brush, twigs and branches is described with predominantly warm tones. It’s the dawn of not only an unspoiled day but the thoughtful unveiling of a pristine new year.

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Sprague Lake - An Unforgiving Environment

Sprague Lake

In 1874 Abner Sprague was the first person to homestead in Moraine Park, one of Colorado’s most scenic valleys. Further up in Glacier Basin he established a lodge that outfitted guests for hiking, hunting and fishing.

The resort sat on the banks of Boulder Brook and just downstream Abner dammed the creek, creating a lovely lake brimming with big trout. Today, all traces of human encroachment have been reclaimed but the reservoir, beaver and moose still remain.

This time of year Sprague Lake’s shiny green water is about half frozen and the fallen timber is partially submerged in cold slush. The hazy light is filtered by moisture produced by a high country snow squall.

Still set deep in an emerald forest below powder blue skies, the reservoir is surrounded by a crunchy, snow-packed trail trimmed with boardwalks and bridges. On this day a biting wind sprays pellets of ice against your face making the big mountain views virtually invisible.

Situated at an elevation of 8700 feet, the sub-alpine lake is confined to an unforgiving environment. By the calendar it may have just turned to winter but up here it’s been winter for a while and it will continue to be so for a long time to come.

A scenic valley

A lovely lake

The green water is frozen

Fallen timber is submerged

Hazy light

Snow squall

Powder blue skies

An unforgiving environment

A long winter

Saturday, December 15, 2018

DePoorter Lake - A Beautiful Landscape

DePoorter Lake

During Wild West times, Julesburg was a dangerous place to live as it was a stomping ground for outlaws, gunslingers and Cheyenne Indians. Nearby Fort Sedgwick was an important military base protecting the Overland Trail and Colorado’s only Pony Express Home Station.

Today, the once notoriously rowdy town is known for it’s colorful history, clean living and peaceful atmosphere. One of the more tranquil locations is an icy jewel set between the city and the South Platte River.

DePoorter Lake is a lonely oasis concealed in Colorado’s forsaken, eastern plains. Dug out of the open prairie in 1988 when fill dirt was needed for a construction project, the picturesque pond was transformed into a fishery and stocked with sunfish, catfish, bluegill and rainbow trout.

The charming lake is bordered on the east by a coniferous windbreak that impedes the countryside’s brutal chinook. Fringing the cobalt reservoir, bare cottonwood trees are twisted into painfully distorted silhouettes.

Circumnavigating the clear water on a cold November morning is an exhilarating activity that rouses the soul. Broken light streams sporadically through drifting clouds inspiring thankfulness to be bound to such a beautiful landscape.

A tranquil location

Set between the city and the South Platte

A lonely oasis

A picturesque pond

A charming lake

The trees are painfully twisted

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Chapel on the Rock - An Indestructible Shrine

Chapel on the Rock

"Upon this rock I'll build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it."
~ Matthew 16:18

On a pitch black night in 1916, Monsignor Joseph Bosetti was lured deep into the Rocky Mountains by the fiery afterglow of a falling star. Bosetti was unable to locate the meteor’s impact but he did find divine inspiration.

Bosetti stumbled upon a dramatic rock formation that filled his spirit with visions of grandeur. He became obsessed with building a remote church balanced right on top of those rugged crags.

Of course money or a lack thereof was an issue so without any funding, the construction project was delayed for twenty years. Bosetti’s dream came true after Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Malo donated land and architect Jacques Benedict finalized the design.

The chapel was built from native stone that was hauled in from the surrounding area by mule-drawn carts. This natural material allows the structure to blend perfectly into the environment, offering a seamless transition between earth and heaven.

Entrenched below the impressive Mount Meeker, the wilderness setting is absolutely breathtaking. As for the sanctuary, it’s detailed with elaborate stonework, adorned with statues and the windows are fitted with stained-glass.

The church was completed in 1936 and officially christened as the Saint Catherine of Siena Chapel. Other structures were added and by 1987 the meadow was transformed into the Saint Malo Religious Retreat and Conference Center.

Pope John Paul II hiked through the area, prayed in the chapel and blessed the site during World Youth Day. Since that remarkable visit in 1993, the hardened house of worship has been virtually indestructible.

In 1911, a devastating fire roared through the neighboring forest spewing flames that licked the church’s edge. The conference center was completely destroyed but miraculously, the stone structure survived unscathed.

Two years later, torrential rains produced devastating mudslides that flowed down from the high peaks into the valley just missing Saint Catherine’s by the slimmest of margins. Once again the sacred rock persevered in a pristine state.

Despite the wrath incurred by such natural catastrophes, the holy shrine has managed to hold its rocky ground. Still perched precariously today, the resilient Chapel on the Rock has become an obvious symbol of hope during the midst of disaster.

A remote church in the mountains

Built from native stone

It blends into the environment

Impressive Mount Meeker

The wilderness setting is breathtaking

Elaborate stonework, statues and stained-glass

A hardened house of worship

A holy shrine

Hope during the midst of disaster

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Animal Portraits - A Day at the Denver Zoo

Picturesque Polar Bear

While taking animal pictures down in the city during the early fall, it was a delightful day at the Denver Zoo. In the cool weather and clear light the animals appeared active and contented, inspiring our creativity.

Sometimes it’s difficult to look at creatures confined to cages but during our five hour trek in the open air park, we were able to observe some exotic species that we’d never be able to see in the wild.

While strolling in such a controlled setting, it was the perfect place to practice shooting with a digital camera. Rather than just click, the challenge was to compose interesting portraits that captured the mood and personality of the engaging subjects.

Just like the spotted hyena, many of the creatures were content to bask lazily in the warm sunshine. A Dall sheep ram seemed happy while holding the high ground just above a cud-chewing, reticulated giraffe.

A banded mongoose was an innocent observer of the goings on around him while a northern white-cheeked gibbon proved his athleticism and appeared as curious about the crowds as they were of him.

As for the birds, the rainbow lorikeet was a riot of saturated color befitting his outrageous behavior. On the other end of the spectrum, the red-breasted Goose was shy and reticent but not less beautiful.

One of the more elegant waterfowl was the striking ruddy shelduck that spent most of its time out for a swim. The cinereous vulture was the lord of his domain and held his pose in a stately manner while the regal secretary bird strutted around like pure royalty.

My favorite shot was probably a picturesque polar bear who was basking peacefully along the edge of his turquoise pool. The only apparent dissenter was an armor-plated beast called black rhino as he seemed resigned to the fact of living life in captivity.

Spotted Hyena

Dall Sheep

Reticulated Giraffe

Banded Mongoose

Northern White-cheeked Gibbon

Rainbow Lorikeet

Red-breasted Goose

Ruddy Shellduck

Cinereous Vulture

Secretary Bird

Black Rhino

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Gore Range - The Shining Mountains

Gore Mountain Range

If one studies a map of central Colorado, you’ll discover an assortment of topographic features that share a common nomenclature. The different landmarks are called Gore Wilderness Area, Gore Creek, Gore Canyon, Gore Pass and the spectacular Gore Mountain Range.

I’ve always thought that was a cool title for a chain of craggy peaks because it evokes rugged imagery that makes me think of a shaggy buffalo bull or a pair of rutting elk. Losing yourself in those remote mountains has a therapeutic value that can restore your health but if you learn the true story behind the naming of that range - it will make you sick.

During the first half of the 19th century, the northern plains were an isolated region inhabited by Native Americans but encroached upon by a few white mountain men and fur traders. And then in 1854, in a tragic preview of things to come, a wealthy European began tramping across what is now Colorado, Wyoming, Montana and the Dakotas, wreaking absolute havoc on the fragile environment.

Sir St. George Gore was an Irish nobleman who sailed across the pond and barged into America for a three year hunting expedition. He traveled west with a special passport from the superintendent of Indian Affairs granting him permission, as a foreign dignitary, to visit Indian Country unimpeded.

With Jim Bridger hired as chief guide, Gore began his destructive odyssey into the wild followed by an entourage of 40 men, 32 greyhounds and 18 foxhounds. Riding roughshod over the unspoiled grassland, the outrageous caravan consisted of 27 wagons, 100 horses, 20 oxen and three milk cows.

St. George camped in a spacious green and white linen tent accessorized with an ornamental brass bed, a steel bathtub bearing the Gore coat-of-arms, a portable iron table and wash stand, a complete set of pewterware, a few stoves, a campaign chest and trunks filled with appropriate seasonal wardrobes and of course a fur-lined commode with removable chamber pot. This guy’s personal arsenal included 75 rifles, 12 shotguns, several revolver pistols and two wagon loads of fishing equipment.

On a typical day, Gore slept in until 11 in the morning then took a bath, ate breakfast and set out for the day’s hunt, returning after dark. He usually brought seven companions on his daily hunting foray but George was the only shooter. He never loaded his own gun because after firing he passed it on to an attendant who gave him another already loaded.

Gore shot at anything and everything that moved but not very well so because of his poor marksmanship, he wounded more animals than he actually killed. He often bragged about killing 2,000 buffalo, 1,600 antelope, deer and elk and 105 bears while leaving the carcasses to rot, infuriating the Indians who resented the senseless slaughter of animals on their land.

The plains tribes complained bitterly to the government about the white stranger who killed buffalo for sheer pleasure. When Gore’s wrath dipped into northern Colorado, the Yampas pleaded with him not to invade farther into their territory because of the toll his weapons had taken. St. George stubbornly ignored all complaints.

After three years of obliterating the local animal population, Gore decide to return home so he offered all of his expedition equipment for sale at a reasonable price. When a scrupulous trader tried to take advantage of his situation, Gore became upset and spitefully burned everything in a giant bonfire, keeping only a few wagon loads of buffalo robes, hides, pelts, antlers and trophy heads.

After Sir St. George departed, the natural landmarks at places he visited and some he never came near were for some bizarre reason named after him. Nobody seems to know for sure who, how or why these decisions were made but unfortunately, the names have permanently stuck.

In recent years as people have become more aware of Gore’s disgusting rampage, they believe anything that bears his name should be changed to something more appropriate. Understandably, a radical proposal such as that would require cutting through endless layers of red tape.

When the Ute Indians crossed over the Continental Divide and first laid eyes on the snowy peaks rising from the far side of the Blue River Valley, they called them the shining mountains. That certainly has a nice ring to it. Just imagine how great it would be if those places were renamed Shining Pass, Shining Canyon, Shining Lake, Shining Creek and the Shining Mountains.

Cool, craggy peaks

Rugged imagery

Lose yourself in remote mountains

This was an isolated region

A tragic preview

Sir St. George wreaked absolute havoc

A fragile environment

Gore hunted for three years on the northern plains

Some believe the name should be changed

Snowy peaks

The Shining Mountains