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Bear Butte at Sunset

The good, the random, and the fun!

Sometimes all you need is a photo....

But, then again, it is alwasy fun to create...

"Midnight Sky" by Lisa Kerner Digital Artist

"Midnight Sky" by Lisa Kerner Digital Artist

Of course, it is so much better to see creation on display right in front on you...

And then you take that creation, and make art....

Panoramic of Bear Butte, South Dakota

Panoramic of Bear Butte, South Dakota

Life Thur the Lens 28/52.... Hiking Bear Butte, South Dakota

I have a fear of heights.

Bear Butte State Park, South Dakota

Bear Butte State Park, South Dakota

I read somewhere where all fears originate in one thing, death. So realistically, I have a fear of death by falling. It's a fear that bubbles up deep within my stomach. One that has only left me paralyzed in one situation, otherwise I have been able to conquer my fear of heights. Although, it is no easy feat, it's a constant battle of mind over matter.

Let's Begin....

Let's Begin....

About a quarter of the way up....

About a quarter of the way up....

About half-way up, taking a photo break....

About half-way up, taking a photo break....

A view of The Great Plains...

A view of The Great Plains...

We started way down in that parking lot....

We started way down in that parking lot....

We hiked Bear Butte a few weeks ago. It has an elevation gain of 1036, which is not much of an elevation gain when compared to some of the hikes we have done in Europe. However, combine the teeny tiny trial in places, with gusting wind, and navigating loose schist rock... I'm not going to lie, I was scared. You know, the kind of illogical fear that makes you picture your sudden plunge to death as you slip off the face of the Butte from a powerful gust of wind. Ummm hmmm, I mentally envisioned that scenario a few times. 

There was a ton of color on the hike between the memorial flags and the wildflowers....

There was a ton of color on the hike between the memorial flags and the wildflowers....

About three-quarters of the way up, on the backside of the Butte where the trail tapers off and the wind picks up....

About three-quarters of the way up, on the backside of the Butte where the trail tapers off and the wind picks up....

Never too frightened to skip a photo opportunity of a flower....

Never too frightened to skip a photo opportunity of a flower....

Often, I cannot enjoy a good view because of the overwhelming emotion that suspends reality for me. But, this time I took the views in with triumph and awe. 

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Tips for hiking Bear Butte...

~Take lots of water, especially on hot days since the majority of the hike is in the open. And, wear sunscreen. 

~Wear sturdy shoes as the elevation gain is not gradual and the majority of the trail is covered with schist rock.

~Be respectful that Bear Butte is a sacred spiritual ground for the Sioux Nation.

~Hiking poles came in handy on the descent, and I would recommend them. 

~The views are spectacular so bring a camera. 

~Watch your hat on the top!! And, enjoy the view; you can see four states on a clear day. 

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Glacier National Park... a Photographer's Defining Moment

There are moments in your life, defining moments. Those moments when the scales are removed and you know the path you want to be on. They, are the moments that you are not waiting for. They, are the moments in that come at you unexpected and linger into hours, and then years. Those defining moments are the ones that you do not fully comprehend until you process them as a whole and realize with intensity of passion that you are defined: you are a person with purpose. This was that moment for me. 

It took me years to realize that our trip to Glacier National Park set me on a charted course. It took me years to call myself a photographer and believe that I truly was one. It took me years to admit that not only was a photographer, but I wanted to be one as well. 

If we could live anywhere in the world, and money was not "the" object that stood between home and living there, this is where we would live. On the North Fork, in Montana. Even as I write these words, tears fill my eyes and my heart builds with anxiety at the truth revealed. Yes, I have fallen in love with a place as much as Germany. I honestly did not think that I was capable of feeling home; I have never had a home, I have been a vagabond my entire life. To know deep within my soul what home means, and how it feels, and how throughly etched it can be in my heart, is mind boggling. 

I do wonder if my intense feeling of home is tied to my defining moment? Maybe, it is where you are defined that you feel most at home?

Ansel Adams is one of my absolute inspirations. His imagery is breathtaking, and the contrasting tones of his back and white photos are mesmerizing. He is an artist I would have loved to sit under and to glean as much as I possibly could.

It always amazes me to sit and watch the light change during a sunset. It is one of the best times of the day and I find myself entranced by the beauty of each stroke of the artist as the sun sets and the light shifts.