Northern Life

Greetings from the Cree Nation of Chisasibi, on the southern bank of the La Grande River in northern Québec. Was it worth the 1500-mile drive…?

Excerpt from our group conversation:

“Hurry! The orange moon is rising above the river.”
“Ooooh! The northern lights are starting!”
“Ack! Which should we shoot first?”
“Can I squeeze them both into one frame…maybe…?”

I’ve been lucky enough to see and shoot the northern lights in 2013, 2016 and 2019. Guess I know when to schedule my next northern adventure.

Below, Mireille watches the lights. I was especially happy to have enjoyed this event with a group of people who, despite living in northern Québec, have not become jaded by these displays and were just as fascinated with the show as I was.

Looking up at the stars through the mikiwahp poles. The shot below was Isabelle’s idea. (Thank you!) The poles in the upper part of the frame are illuminated by moonlight, the others by house lights. A shooting star can be seen in the upper right.

All 25 photos from this night can be viewed in this gallery, where you can also purchase prints.

Petting Zoo

One of the earliest known photos of Carl on a road trip, April 1965 (age 2). Per the notation on the slide, we’re somewhere along the Mohawk Trail. We lived in Northampton, Massachusetts at the time. Perhaps we’re seeing the genesis of my interest in car travel and my fondness for wildlife. This photo was taken by my grandfather with an Argus C3 camera.

FYI, I’m home now after my recent journey through eastern Canada. Not quite ready to begin sorting and posting photos, but I hope to do so starting next week.

(Decaying) Kodak Ektachrome film

Restless Kid

Gotta breathe some air again
That ain’t been breathed before

Driving season has arrived. After a wonderful May excursion through the Great Plains, the southern Rocky Mountains and the desert, it’s now time to roll in a different direction and return to the land of the lynx, the wolf, the bear and the aurora.

During that May trip, I experimented with limiting the time I spent online and the time I spent editing photos. It was a great success and I enjoyed the trip much more as a result. The laptop is staying at home from now on, and this blog will be dark while I’m traveling; I’ll post the accumulated photos and stories upon my return. The easiest, quickest way to share images from the road is to post them to Instagram straight from my phone. So, for those who want to follow this upcoming adventure in real time (or as close to real time as wilderness cellular connectivity allows), visit my Instagram account here: instagram.com/ridingwithcarl.

Thanks! Enjoy your September.

Restless Kid” by Johnny Cash

(This print and many others may be purchased at gallery.ridingwithcarl.com.)

Coming & Going

One of the many joys of spending time on the Great Plains is the opportunity to observe the sky on a grand scale. I find it fascinating to see weather events forming while still many miles away, and to witness the often dramatic interplay of clouds, colors, darkness and light—always changing, never the same show twice. On this day, we watched as a spring shower approached rapidly from the northwest…

32 minutes later—a look at the cell’s backside as it passed to the southeast…

And two minutes after that…

As I’ve said before, standing on the prairie makes you feel tiny.

Weld County, Colorado

(These prints and many others may be purchased at gallery.ridingwithcarl.com.)