Part VI – Chapter 2 – 2010

Nicholas Sheran Park

Canadas at the west end of Nicholas Sheran Park, Lethbridge

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BJ and Charlie agreed that it would be safe for him to hike into Cameron Lake the next day by himself so he could check it off his list.

Below is Nicholas Sheran Lake in the wintertime. Charlie and BJ had been walking around the lake when BJ got after him for ignoring her.

In the first photo, these Canada Geese are standing on ice, and they must be wondering if maybe they should have migrated south when the others went. Two weeks later, given the photo on the right, they’re probably no longer wondering.

This is the Red Shoe Pub on Cape Breton Island that BJ referred to.

On their walk, she’d reminded him, once again, that his obsession with getting great shots at the Red Shoe had caused him to miss out on an amazing Acadian Tourtière since he’d let his get cold. And he’d also miss out on a crazy Celtic fiddler, and two equally amazing step dancers, and a wonderfully warm gingerbread dessert. All wasted on him because his mind was elsewhere.

And all that sneaking around for those “great shots” that he seldom even bothers to process was quite embarrassing to watch.

And here is BJ’s other complaint. The trip was meant to be quality time with Charlie’s sister and brother-in-law, who they didn’t get to see very often. But when the four of them were supposed to be sightseeing, he was always someplace else. Usually someplace a way behind them, photographing.

And finally — — —

The Buddha
Wake up!

“Good gosh, Charlie, Life, with a capital L, is so much grander than what you see through a viewfinder. But to fully experience that grandeur, and to fully enjoy it, you have to smell it, and taste it, and feel it, and hear it. You have to be in the moment. And it saddens me when you’re not.

“Looking at life through that viewfinder of yours captures very little of what’s out there.

“I can’t believe I have to keep reminding a man who reads so much Zen to honor the moment. To embrace it. To savor it. But it seems I do, don’t I?

“Sweetie, you need to reread Kerouac’s Wake Up, that wonderful book you value so much, and you need to do what he says. You need to purify your jar of muddy water.”

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Tick Season – Telephoto Time

On Tuesday’s trip to Waterton Lakes National Park, my intention was to use only my 70-200 mm FL ED telephoto with my TC-20E III extender on one D810 body and my 50 mm manual f/1.2 on the other 810. All Nikon stuff.

Once the tick season starts, that’s it for kneeling or lying on the ground with my 20 or 24 mm wide-angles. I feel much safer with a 400 mm telephoto, preferably while sitting in the car with the window down and the lens foot resting on a piece of foam. I wouldn’t want to call that a tick phobia, but it’s probably pretty damn close.

One of the highlights of the day was to find Wieners of Waterton open for the season. They’d been open on the weekends all winter, but this was the first full week. I had the usual, a Local Smokie and a Diet Pepsi.

I told them about my Post 12a, where Jack Kerouac told me to go out to Wieners for a Smokie. But they didn’t know Jack Kerouac, or even Bob Dylan. It was like in my English classrooms when I’d forget and mention someone such as Cassius Clay years after he’d become Muhammad Ali. Blank stares.

But if the folks at Wieners had mentioned some of the people they were interested in, I would no doubt have been the one with the blank stare.

Here’s some of the stuff I got on my trip to the Park. These telephoto shots were all at 400 mm except for the reflection. It was at 300 mm.

And just two from my 50 mm manual.

But I could easily go back to the f/11 version the second I post this. That’s one of the things I like most about art forms. I get to choose.

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I Want My Old Life Back

Rocky Mountain bighorn sheep climbing down a cliff face in Waterton Lakes National Park.

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A couple days ago, Jack Kerouac told me to go out to Waterton and photograph these guys. And when you’re an old hippie at heart, and you’re as addicted to Kerouac as I am, you pay careful attention to what he says.

I finally got back to revising my novel on April 26. I finished the second read-through on December 23, 2016, and my plan was to set it aside for three months, then come back to it with fresh eyes.

During that three-month hiatus, I was going to develop a website, which I’ve done, and get involved with social media, which I’ve done: Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Tumblr, and Google+, although I haven’t SEOed anything yet.

But March 23, when I was supposed to get back to my novel, is long gone. The whole website-social-media venture has been exceedingly difficult for me. I’ve been whining about that ad nauseam starting back in Post 6b. Right?

However, the more time I spend in that website-media world, the more seductive it becomes. I could easily end up living there. I often find it difficult to log out. I want to join every writing group and every photography group. I want to see what everybody else is doing. I want to tell them what I’m doing.

This morning on Tumblr, for example, I happened upon a site called The Design Dome, which I’m now following. Sites like that could very easily be my undoing, though. I never should have looked at Tumblr until I’d completed my own work for the day. I broke one of my cardinal rules.

Did I not say in Post 5b that I needed to commitment myself to one thing and to one thing only, especially in the two hours between my getting out of bed in the morning and my sitting down to write? And also during my three to four hours of writing?

Did I not say Nietzsche is bang on when he claims it’s absolutely essential, if I wish to lead a worthwhile life, that I fully commit to one thing and to one thing only? Not two? Just one? And Tolstoy? A worthwhile life, Tolstoy says, consists in my choosing only one of the innumerable options that life offers me and then committing to it, and to it alone, wholeheartedly.

One. One. One. That should be easy to understand.

But I failed to do it this morning. Again. I checked out Tumblr, and I had a terrible time logging out and getting back into my own headspace. If you want to know why, just check out this posting by Hüseyin Şahin. He’s an Istanbul-based visual artist: http://thedesigndome.com/post/158714736098/stunning-surreal-photography-collages-by-hüseyin. And this one, as well: https://www.behance.net/huseyinsahin

But as I said earlier, that’s not who I really am. Or rather, that’s not who I want to be. I want to create my own things, not merely consume what others have created, at least not until I’ve done my own creating for the day.

I want to say Yes to the one, my writing, and No to the many.

I want to spend as much time as possible by myself in that magical zone where my conscious mind and my unconscious overlap. That’s the only place where I feel truly at home. And it’s the only place where that little kid can find me and give me the notes he brings me from deep within my unconscious.

And I must, must, MUST, also stay light-years away from that copyright business I talked about in Post 10b.

I said in that post that I was going to see an intellectual property lawyer, and I did. And she was amazingly helpful. But when I tried to follow her advice and begin seeking permission for the things I was quoting, I immediately realized the value of a literary agent. Simply put, I was in an alien world where I didn’t belong and where I didn’t want to be.

I never did find, in the zillion, billion sites I went to, the correct one where I could ask for permission to quote one line, just the one, from Kristofferson’s “Me and Bobby McGee.” I had better luck with Kerouac’s On The Road. But when I started filling out the online application to use one quotation, again just the one, I ended up feeling like K. in Kafka’s The Castle.

K. wants to move to a particular village, but he ends up spending the rest of his life trying to find out how to get permission to do that. And he never does find the right person up in the castle to ask. In the end, Kafka has him die while still searching.

K. definitely needed an agent to help him. And in my case, I assume a literary agent could have gotten those two permissions I was looking for in a matter of minutes. But by attempting to do it myself, I was getting nowhere, just like K., and I, too, would likely have ended up dying, metaphorically, long before I ever managed to get all the permissions I needed.

You can see where this is going. Right?

I’ve decided I’m not going to use anything in my novel that might even come close to infringing on someone’s copyright. I think it’ll be safe to mention real people’s names, and the titles of their works, and their ideas, as long as I use my own words to talk about their ideas. Names and titles and ideas cannot be copyrighted, apparently. But the actual words others use to express their ideas can be.

I simply intend to rework any passages that make me nervous.

Then I’ll go back to relaxing in that magical zone where my little friend can find me.

At the moment, I really miss him. I miss him a lot.

I want my old life back.

I know damned well what Vivian Maier and Emily Dickinson would say about all this.

And I’m positive Kerouac would be even more to the point. “Fuck it,” he’d say. “You worry too much. I never even revised my stuff. Well almost never. I had better things to do. My first draft was always my final draft. Finito.

“So you need to take a week or two off. Get on a bus and go to Chicago. Or hitchhike down to Frisco and see what Dean and Camille are doing. Or get totally pissed. Tequila’s really good for that.

“Or at least go out to Waterton, and photograph some bighorns and bluebirds, and chow down a couple Local Smokies at Wieners.

“I’d offer you a margarita, but I’m a little short of cash just now, and I’m almost out of tequila. And I definitely don’t have any Smokies.

“So I guess you’re on your own. But you’ve gotta stop worrying so much and working so hard or you’re going to end up far worse off than K.”

I thanked him for his advice, then decided to go to Waterton, snag a couple Smokies, and photographed some mountain bluebirds and these bighorns. I thought that would be easier than going to Chicago, or Frisco, or dealing with a hangover.

And I really do like those Local Smokies with their raw onions, and relish, and mustard. Washed down with a big diet Pepsi.  While looking out the window at the bighorns, if there are any, scrambling down the Bear’s Hump.

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