Daily Grind Blog

General musings related to nothing in particular.

Thursday
Oct252018

24 HOUR PRIVATE VIEW OF PASSION FREUD

PASSION FREUD

"Passion Freud" was created during a period where I needed to have something to meditate on in order to pull myself out of darkness and back into the light. Used abstract shape and soothing color to blend with calm waves into sort of an organic flowing motion mandala. The ocean footage is actually just prior to an approaching storm. The abstraction I blended into it helped me to accept this storm and absorb within it, instead of cowering in fear. 

Piece is 4k - 3840 x 2160 - 24fps - Loopable - 00:26 seconds © 2018 Skip Hunt

 

 

Tuesday
Oct162018

Uncertain Mist | 24 HOUR PRIVATE VIEW

Uncertain Mist


"Uncertain Mist" is a composite of a still moment along the bank in a mystic area of NE Texas near the border with Louisiana. The place is called "Uncertain" and was made at dawn when the mist blankets the bayou. 

There had just been an election and the future felt quite uncertain indeed. It was Autumn and leaves were just starting to change. In an effort to divert my mind away from the palpable uncertainty, I chose to refocus my attention on the nature surrounding me instead.

Piece is 4k - 3840 x 2160 - 24fps - Loopable - 00:35 seconds © 2018 Skip Hunt

Tuesday
Oct092018

Chromutation 3 - 24 HOUR PRIVATE VIEW GOING PUBLIC

"Chromutation 3" is inspired by, and a series extension of "Chromutation 1 & 2". In this version I went back to a more structured compartmental approach, but with each sector overlapping into each other. The motion is timed cinemagraph animation within each section.

This one was created in 4k resolution

For the first 5 seconds it appears to be a still composition... until the leaves begin to move in the first panel. The motion continues for 34 seconds, then back to a still composition. This repeats through all 3 panels and can be looped.

The source leaf footage is from the Ozarks of Arkansas.

Piece is 4k - 3840 x 2160 - 24fps - Loopable - 01:58 minutes © 2018 Skip Hunt

Tuesday
Oct092018

NOW OFFERING STOCK ON THE EYEEM PLATFORM!

Just a few so far, but taking the stock image platform EyeEM for a spin. It’s got a social component that looks kinda cool. :) www.eyeem.com/u/skiphunt


Tuesday
Oct092018

Chromutation 2 - 24 HOUR PRIVATE VIEW GOING PUBLIC

"Chromutation 2" is inspired by, and a series extension of "Chromutation 1". In this version I wanted to blend the various clusters of colorful Fall leaf clusters and expose the motion via timed cinemagraph animation.

For the first 5 seconds it appears to be a still composition... until the leaves begin to move in the first panel. The motion continues for 34 seconds, then back to a still composition. This repeats through all 3 panels and can be looped.

The source leaf footage is from the Ozarks of Arkansas.

Piece is HD - 1920x1080 - 24fps - Loopable - 01:58 minutes © 2018 Skip Hunt

 

 

Tuesday
Apr122016

Slideshow from Bolivia + Peru 2015

Spent a couple months in Bolivia and Peru last Fall. I'd been to Peru before, but have dreamed of Bolivia for years and finally found myself right smack dab in the middle of it... sometimes as high up as 15,000 above sea level!

Here's a few images I've edited so far. Enjoy!

 

 

 

Thursday
Jul022015

Vicarious Travel: Back By Popular Demand! + Get 5 Surprise Custom Postcards!

GET A SURPRISE POSTCARD FROM 5 DIFFERENT LOCATIONS!

Vicarious Travel Postcards from 2013-2014

Once again bringing back the Vicarious Travel Postcards that I started while traveling in the Midwest a couple years ago. This time, I'm going to take off from Austin toward who knows where. Seriously, I have no idea this time. All I know is that I'm traveling by motorcycle, and the route will be made up on-the-fly and dictated by the winds and weather for the most part. Pure wandering. 

As I find interesting places along the trail, I'll create a custom photo postcard, add a couple paragraphs of story somehow related to the image or what was going on in my head around that part of the journey, and then surprise you with a custom postcard 5 times from the places that resonate the most. 

The postcards will be post-marked from wherever I send them from along the route and mailed to the address you provide. So, in essence, these are one-of-a-kind postcards to be collected!  To date, there are 10 such collectable cards from previous Vicarious trips.

I'll send these to the address to provide when you purchase your ticket below. You can also buy Vicarious Travel Postcards for a friend. Just provide your friend's mailing address where it says "Alternate Mailing Address"

(DEADLINE - Wednesday 7/8/2015)

MAILED TO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD! 

Buy a Vicarious Travel Ticket below for $30

there will also be a special PRINT OF YOUR CHOICE discount from this trip for Vicarious participants. 

Alternate Mailing Address

Friday
Jun262015

New Skip Hunt Cover Page Goes Live

I've been toying with changing the landing page for the main Skip Hunt Photo site.

Have a look HERE and let me know what you think in the comments! :)

Friday
Jun262015

New Repository Home for Skip Hunt Images!

A New Searchable Home

Over the last few weeks, I've been deleting and moving much of my work off of some print-on-demand site galleries like fineartamerica.com & pixels.com (same as the former, just a different site wrapper), redbubble.com, saatchiart.com, etc.

Lots and lots of images still remain on those sites for the time being, but those images that I'm removing, as well as older images I want to catalog for reference, are being placed here on my main site. 

I like to have a repository for myself so I have look up where an edited image was shot, what year,  etc. They aren't all here yet. Many more to go yet, but this is a start to eventually having everything in one searchable location. 

Most that have been removed from the aforementioned web site galleries, are all located in my new "Galeria" page.

For your pleasure, you can view them all HERE

Wednesday
Jun172015

My First Limited Editions & Premium Prints Store Now Open!

Over the last several years, most of my work has been available via print-on-demand, and on various products. Many of them still are, but I'm reserving some images as Limited Editions and Premium Open Edition. All signed. All inspected by me personally before they go out. 

They're only available in the size I've determined for each image, and only on the media I feel best represents my work. For these first offerings, I've chosen a heavy, 308gsm archival water color paper made from 100% cotton. I may offer some others printed on metal, other fine art papers, and possibly acrylic.  

I've started these out with a discount on the Premium Open Edition prints, but I've also generated a 20% discount code good for any order over $200. Code is good until 06/23/15  07:01pm

Enter code on checkout 8Z4XWU6 for 20% discount

I'm keeping the collection small, easy to browse, the ability to see the images large without any water-marking, and committed to only the best quality. 

Visit the General Store HERE

I've also got an audio book true story that I recorded and edited while in the desert of San Luis, Mexico. Read the product description for more details, but I promise you, it's an intense story. :)

More Limited Editions, Premium Open Editions, and Digital Products coming soon!
Wednesday
Jun172015

Yay!!! 4th time Featured with "Fruit of the Vine" by Your Daily Photograph!

SKIP HUNT FEATURED BY YOUR DAILY PHOTOGRAPH HERE

"Fruit of the Vine" ~ Valladolid, Mexico © 2015 Skip HuntIt was great to be featured the first time by the Duncan Miller Gallery's "Your Daily Photograph" under Emerging/Contemporary, and then again a second time as well, then selected a third time, but now I've been featured a 4th time! 

The Great Spirit must approve :) THANK YOU!

STELLAR NEWS!!! :)

Dear Skip, 

Congratulations. We are pleased to announce our curators have chosen your image for inclusion into YourDailyPhotograph.com. We select a very small percentage of photographs submitted. 

We expect your image to post today. 

You’re in good company -- in the recent past images from Henri Cartier-Bresson, Andreas Gursky, Richard Misrach, Andre Kertesz, Edward Burtynsky and other photography legends have appeared in YDP.

Here's a link to the YDP (Your Daily Photograph) Feature 

 

Sunday
Mar082015

WHOA!!! 3RD TIME?!! FEATURED AGAIN WITH FIBONACCI BY YOUR DAILY PHOTOGRAPH!

SKIP HUNT FEATURED BY YOUR DAILY PHOTOGRAPH HERE

"Fibonacci" ~ Bacalar, Mexico © 2015 Skip HuntIt was very sweet to be featured the first time by the Duncan Miller Gallery's
"Your Daily Photograph" under Emerging/Contemporary, and then again a second time as well, but to be selected a third time!? Sweet, and THANK YOU!

ROCKIN' GREAT NEWS!!! :)

Dear Skip, 

Congratulations. We are pleased to announce our curators have chosen your image for inclusion into YourDailyPhotograph.com. We select a very small percentage of photographs submitted. 

We expect your image to post today. 

You’re in good company -- in the recent past images from Henri Cartier-Bresson, Andreas Gursky, Richard Misrach, Andre Kertesz, Edward Burtynsky and other photography legends have appeared in YDP.

Here's a link to the YDP (Your Daily Photograph) Feature 

Wednesday
Dec312014

AGAIN?!!! SO PROUD TO BE FEATURED ONCE AGAIN TODAY BY YOUR DAILY PHOTOGRAPH!

SKIP HUNT FEATURED BY YOUR DAILY PHOTOGRAPH HERE

"U.F.O." ~ White Sands, New Mexico © 2014 Skip HuntIt was very sweet to be featured the first time by the Duncan Miller Gallery's "Your Daily Photograph" under Emerging/Contemporary, but to be selected again so soon? Yes, and THANK YOU!

JOY TO THE WORLD YO!!! :)

Dear Skip, 

Congratulations. We are pleased to announce our curators have chosen your image for inclusion into YourDailyPhotograph.com. We select a very small percentage of photographs submitted. 

We expect your image to post today. 

You’re in good company -- in the recent past images from Henri Cartier-Bresson, Andreas Gursky, Richard Misrach, Andre Kertesz, Edward Burtynsky and other photography legends have appeared in YDP.

Here's a link to the YDP (Your Daily Photograph) Feature 


Wednesday
Dec032014

Super Thrilled to be Featured Today by Your Daily Photograph!

"Trichromat" ~ Merida, Mexico © 2014 Skip HuntBeen getting this company's daily email newsletters for a little over a month now. Decided to throw my hat into the ring and got accepted. Yay! 

Dear Skip, 

Congratulations. We are pleased to announce our curators have chosen your image for inclusion into YourDailyPhotograph.com. We select a very small percentage of photographs submitted. 

We expect your image to post today. 

You’re in good company -- in the recent past images from Henri Cartier-Bresson, Andreas Gursky, Richard Misrach, Andre Kertesz, Edward Burtynsky and other photography legends have appeared in YDP.


Here's a link to the YDP (Your Daily Photograph) Feature 

Wednesday
Dec032014

Trichromatic Bliss in Merida, Mexicohttp://skiphuntphoto.com/generalstore/fine-art-print-ufo

Back home in Austin, Texas there was a rare, intense winter storm going on that locals were calling a “Snowpocalypse” and everyone seemed to be freaking out. By sheer luck, I’d just happened to have decided at the last minute to catch a flight to the Yucatan area of Mexico where the temperatures were nothing short of delightful. The Great Spirit was definitely smiling on me with that fortunate maneuver.

I’d been to the Yucatan several times in the past, but had always flown into Cancun, caught a few waves on nearby Isla Mujeres for a night or two before setting off through the interior. I’d zig-zag my way up visiting new towns and villages all the way up North until I arrived back home in Texas.

Because I always had a lot of distance to cover, I was always in a bit of a hurry and rarely gave the region the time it deserved. This time, I decided to just stay in the Yucatan for a whole month and pick a couple of my favorite cities to serve as a base while I went out to explore nearby towns for the day or the night.

One of my favorite cities in Mexico is Merida. It’s got pretty much everything you need or want, and the Mexican culture there is vibrant. It’s one of the cities that hasn’t been overrun with Walmart, McDonalds, Home Depot, AutoZone, and Starbucks. The markets there are still real Mexican markets and haven’t changed much in the 20 years or so that I’ve passed through. The architecture is rustic but chock full of texture and color.

The people there are some of the most friendly in all of Mexico. Just love that place. If it wasn’t for the incredible humidity in the Summers, it’d be just about perfect.

And, Merida served as an excellent base to go off and explore towns, cenotes, and Mayan ruins throughout the surrounding region. There are these collectivo taxi vans leaving all the time for just a few pesos that’ll take you pretty much anywhere you want to go, and plenty to get you back to Merida. The beach isn’t that far away either.

So, I’d just arrived by bus and was excited to go track down the old hacienda that’d been converted into a hotel. It’s a little rough around the edges, but some of the old Yucatan charm still permeates the property. And, they have hammock hooks embedded right into the concrete walls in case you’re like me and would rather sleep suspended instead of in a bed.

The trouble was, I took a bus to a bus station on the complete opposite side of the city and was totally lost when I arrived. The area seemed somewhat familiar to I headed off for what turned out to be an 18 block hike that also took me right through the middle of a giant market. Normally, that would be cool, but not so much if you’re lugging all your luggage on your back in the balmy, tropical temps and trying to navigate through narrow passages between the raw chickens and papayas on display.

Eventually, I stopped and got my bearings back and knew exactly where I was. Looked across the street before heading for the hacienda and noticed this red plastic chair positioned perfectly against a minimalistic wall in vibrant primary colors. I thought, “Oh, that’s pretty incredible. I better dig my camera out and get a shot.” But, I was so exhausted from the hike and decided to let it go.

"Trichromat" ~ Merida, Mexico © 2014 Skip Hunt

I walked a half a block and couldn’t get that image out of my head, “You have to go back and get that shot” “Yeah, I know it was nice, but there isn’t much about it that says Mexico to me. Just the red plastic chair.””That doesn’t matter! It’s an awesome combination that you can’t simply walk away from. Stop being so lazy and go back to get that shot!”

Looked back and saw that there were large groups of local pedestrians coming toward the red chair from both sides and a line of buses as well. In seconds getting that shot would be impossible. It mattered not that my back was about to break from the load, and it my feet already felt like they where broken, I turned back and ran with my pack all the way back to the corner and barely had time to fire off just one shot before the crowds consumed the splendid little primary-colored scene.

Tuesday
Dec022014

She Sells Seashells by the Sea in Isla Mujeres, Mexico

On paper, it seemed like a good idea. I’d take the ferry over from the port in Cancun, Mexico to Isla Mujeres, start off at one end of the island and spend the whole day just meandering the entire shoreline to the opposite end while while making casual images along the way.

If I made good time, I’d loop back all along the other side of the island on a return loop to the ferry port. Have a cold cerveza or three, and catch a late ferry back.

Figured if the sun got too intense, or the promise of an early cerveza got too strong to resist, I could just hitch a ride with one of the dozens of other tourist’s perpetually making the same loop in rented golf carts.

What I hadn’t counted on, was that these other tourists would not be so keen in giving a lift to a stranger in a foreign country, no matter if he was a fellow gringo. I mean, “Really?! That guy looks harmless, with his sandals and camera dangling around is neck… but that could be his disguise! He could be some serial killer hiding out from the law for all we know. No thank you mister!”

So, that’s the way it went. The sun beat me down hard, and there was no ride to be had for this sad ol’ hombre. No one would even make friendly eye contact once they caught a glimpse of my lowly thumb potentially blocking their view of the delightful Caribbean Sea vistas.

I could have hired a taxi, but to them I was obviously a tourist with a giant, fat gringo wallet just leaking out hundreds of dollars everywhere I went. Right.

It was also the end of a month-long trip and I was trying to stretch those last lonely pesos to the brink, and ended up having to put a few more miles on my tired sun and sandal beaten feet.

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There was a shack to my left with some beat up old tables hosting an assortment of seashells for sale. The woman looked bohemian with a lost hippy vibe about her. Hair all matted and basically tied back with twine. She looked a little forlorn from lack of seashell sales, but she also appeared to be utterly relaxed without a single care in the world.

I saw the sort of make shift mobile signage hanging off a piece of driftwood with the turquoise sea providing a perfect backdrop and readied my camera. I looked back at her to see if she minded. She could tell I wasn’t shopping for seashells and she’d watched a half dozen tourists pass me by without even a glance.

She looked out toward the shot I was about to make, smiled, then nodded with approval. I smiled and nodded back before making this shot. Then just stood there watching the sea treasures magically clinking in the warm tropical breeze. All the pain in my abused feet, burned skin, and frustration just melted away.

For this one image, and those few precious minutes communing with the breeze and sea that felt like they could have been a glimpse of eternal bliss, it was all worthwhile.

 

Monday
Dec012014

No Fear Jalopy in Mexico City

This one goes way back. I honestly don’t recall for sure, but I’m thinking close to 20 years ago in Mexico City.

It reminds me of likely one of the first times I was traveling in a country I wasn’t familiar with… where I didn’t speak the language or know much about the culture… sweating like crazy from the heat and fear adrenaline.

I’d been told there were many areas in Mexico City that I really shouldn’t be wondering around as a foreigner, but I couldn’t find out for sure where those areas were. Just went with my gut and started wondering around the areas that had those invisible voices from somewhere other then the hear and now… ghosts perhaps.

There were a couple of burly Mexican dudes who tried to figure out what I was doing in their hood and also trying to get me to go inside one of these dilapidated buildings for a “tour”.

The whole scene was looking grim for me, but at some point something switched in my brain. It was as if I realized I really didn’t have control of this situation at all, nor any situation for that matter… that everything was completely out of my hands for the most part. I could either be afraid and hide out in the safer areas for the rest of my life, or I could accept the fact I have no control over any of the story that plays out before me.

I decided to let my intuition be my guide and that it was too damn hot to be sweating any more from the fear. It was about that moment that the angst likely disappeared from my face and the burly gang leaders could tell. This crazy gringo is no longer afraid.

A couple other street thugs approached me as well, but I didn’t flinch. I looked them all in the eyes with the faith of blind trust. The burly dudes stepped up, and signaled to the newcomers, “Leave this one alone. He’s ok.” And then they all stepped back and let me pass. I believe it was shortly a half block or so from there that I saw this amazing Mexican jalopy, and I no longer had fear.

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Monday
Dec012014

Dreams of Kids in Guatape Colombia

There’s a gem of a little town just outside of Medellin, Colombia called Guatape. I knew nothing of this place at all, but had heard that the area was a favorite leisure area for the famed cocaine drug-kingpin, Pablo Escobar. Not that I’m into famous Colombian drug kingpins or anything, but I figured if this cat had been responsible for over 80% of the cocaine that entered the U.S. at the time, then he’d likely be able to be “leisurely” wherever he darn well pleased.

I figured for Pablo Escobar either Guatape was an amazingly wonderful place to enjoy the spoils of his power, or it was great place to hide. Either way, it sounded like a good place to visit.

Turns out, it’s both. A beautifully surreal landscape with this giant, mountain-sized boulder dropped into the middle of these lagoons that are all interconnected with a small town that looks like it was painted by some tripped-out ex-Disney employee. And, it was also an excellent place to hide.

Never figured out what inspired the locals to paint their town with the most dripping saturated colors available in our known visible spectrum, but this town was a color freak like myself’s polychromic wet dream.

If you’re ever in Medellin, Colombia I highly recommend making the trek. Only about two hours one-way by bus, but it’s slow over the mountains and it stops a lot. If you’ve got your own wheels, it’s likely closer to an hour or so.

They also train Olympic caliber Equestrian Dressage horses there. I think that’s what it’s called. It’s almost like the horse is dancing and you can hear an almost musical cadence from their hooves on the cobblestones. Fairytale like stuff.

Anyway, back to the color freak-out polychromic wet dream town.

You couldn’t make an image here without getting your retina’s abused by color. It was everywhere! The biggest problem was trying to figure out what to aim my camera at first.

I focussed mostly on the details of at the architecture and had found one corner that really spoke to me. Particularly due to the dreamy quality the colors had, and that there was even a perfect little lamb painted in the corner. Dynamite! That’s my shot.

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Until, this little boy comes sauntering up, looks at me trying to frame up my shot, and just stops right in the middle of my frame. Seriously? “Come on amigo!, Can’t you just take a rest a little further down the sidewalk? Give a brother a break will ya?”

So, I waited and waited. And he waited and waited right along with me. It became a battle of the wills. He’d pretend to lay his head back and take a nap standing there, but open his eyes every now and then to see if he was still successfully annoying me.

Being a little competitive myself, I decided I was all in and would wait as long as he could.

Until, it finally dawned on me what was written on the pesky little guy’s t-shirt. He was right by the sleepy little lamb with his head leaned back as if asleep in a dreamy colorful backdrop, and his freakin’ t-shirt read, “Dreams of Kids”.

Boom! That was my shot! I just had been too stubborn to see it.

Monday
Dec012014

Getting the Photo by Beating Fear and Pushing Through the Storm in Orchard, Nebraska

There's a personal existential crisis this image reminds me of. It was made just this last Summer in Orchard, Nebraska during a particularly intense stretch of day that whipped the land with baseball-size hail and rare gigantic tornados. One that even split itself into a twisted monstrosity of conjoined twins just the day before.

I often get very lucky with the weather I endure on my motorcycle trips. Mostly because I've constantly got one eye on the cloud movement, how the wind is moving the trees, sensing the changes in temperature. I combine my observations on the ground with weather reports in not only the area I'm riding, but all of the towns in the extended region to get a bigger picture to better track and predict a potential storm's severity. When I get into the zone, I can call it with more accuracy than the best meteorologists.

However, this last Summer was different for some reason. There were just too many components changing radically with the whim of the breeze. I found myself frequently riding right into a severe storm or running for my life away from one. This was one of the several days I got it completely wrong and found myself focussed on the colors of the storm clouds to my left, changing into alien turquoise hues. The clouds and wind were maniacally angered as the temperature snapped down cold and hard in the blink of an eye.

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I'd also been watching the rural countryside looking for images along the way when I saw this scene of an old farm house and vintage car for sale. Started looking for a place to pull over to make a shot, but then looked back over to my left. The cloud intensity had intensified even more in just the few seconds I'd looked away, and the colors changed in such as way that launched the following dialogue.

"Why are you stopping? Are you blind? Hit that throttle and keep moving compadre!"

"I know, I know... this is crazy and borderline suicidal. You're right, I better keep moving and focus on beating that storm and finding shelter."

Twisted the throttle full and laid on the gas tank to better cut through the intense wind. I figured if there were any cops around, they'd likely understand and let me slide as I bolted a good three or four miles down the highway. Until the dialogue plagued me once again.

"I'm sorry buddy, I'm going to have to turn back around and get that shot. It's what I do."

"That's just crazy hombre! You're going to risk your life for something as insignificant as a snap shot? What's wrong with you? No one will ever even give that image a second thought and nobody cares. Keep moving!"

"But, if I turn back now, I think I can get the shot and still make up the time. If it's so insignificant documenting the most memorable moments of my life, what is it I'm doing anyway? Should I just follow my passion when it's lovely and I shy away from the ones that induce real fear?"

"Are you even listening to me? Nobody freaking cares champ. This image isn't going to mean anything to anyone except for you. Now get these idiotic thoughts out of your head and focus on the highway."

"That does it. I'm turning around."

"What?!"

"I don't know where this obsession comes from, or if there's any benefit at all down the trail, but if this is't why I'm here and if I'm only doing this for the approval of others, then I should drop all of this and just head back home. This has to be something I do for me, and if I give in when it gets too uncomfortable, then I'm not being true to myself."

Pulled on both the front and rear brakes, hit the throttle full heading back to the farmhouse as the coming storm intensified even more.

Didn't even get off the bike. Found an acceptable spot on the highway and fired off a few shots until I was sure there was something acceptable, and then funneled the adrenaline of fear back onto the throttle. The wind was blowing me so hard that I was leaning with all my weight to the left side, but still being pushed almost all the way over to my right. It was all I could do just to keep the bike on the road as the rain and sleet began to punish my foolish arrogance.

"Now you're in it you imbecile. Happy now?"

"Actually, yes. I am happy now. The shot itself doesn't matter as much, but the fact I met fear and didn't cower, stayed true to my purpose, and am now riding an electrifying wave of focussed adrenaline all the way to beat this storm, makes this all worth the while."

It was right after that last thought that the other voice became silent.

Monday
Dec012014

Cochise Head Mountain Apache Arizona Stronghold

Made this one around 2009 while on a motorcycle journey through the Southwest and ended up stopping at the Pacific before looping back toward Texas. Had seen the Chiricahua Mountains Park on the map and basically decided to camp there because the name sounded cool and I needed a place to rest. Worked out to be an especially beautiful and peaceful area to camp in and was the last stronghold of the famous Apache indian chief Cochise.

In a meadow below the camping areas, are the original settlers homesteads that are preserved and decorated with much of the original furniture, etc. I don't usually go for the guided tour sort of thing, but I wanted to go inside the homestead to see what it looked like and to stimulate my imagination while I explored the area.

The ranger giving the tour went on and on about how difficult it was to finally clean up the area from all the lingering Apache squatters. He spoke about them as if they were some vile pestilence that needed to be exterminated to make room for the white settlers.

I honestly tried to keep my trap shut, after about a half hour of this I couldn't contain myself any longer and held up my hand to ask a question, "Why do you keep referring to the original occupants of this land as if they were no better than rodents?" The ranger explained that these were violent people who wouldn't leave peacefully and hung around under the leadership of that thug Cochise, terrorizing the settlers."

The ranger looked a bit angry with my question, as did many of the others on the tour, but he did a fine job of containing himself. Until, I replied, "Well, would you go peacefully if some foreigners invaded your homeland that you'd lived, loved, and died on for many generations? Wouldn't be at least a little put off by being forced to uproot your people and move to undesirable land on reservations?"

He became visibly angry with this and said "The Apaches lost. We won. They should have gone peacefully. And now let's move on with the rest of the tour. If you have any more questions sir, you can ask me privately later." Judging from the looks on the faces of the others on the tour, it looked like I should zip it before the mob decided to stone me to death.

The landscapes and mountain ranges of the Chiricahua Mountains area are spectacular and some mighty fine curvy roads to cruise on a motorcycle as well.

I had been in such a peaceful place until the dust-up with the ranger giving the tour, that I needed to clear my head with some magnificent vistas. Rode slow taking in all the majesty and trying to feel the spirit of the Apache who once lived and hunted this land. When I got to the top of one mountain overlook, there was a view of Cochise Head mountain.

Made a few landscape images of the mountainous horizon and then sat down on a bench to rest awhile and just be in the that space for awhile, alone and still. As I studied Cochise Head mountain, I wondered why they called it that. It was pretty and all, but wasn't sure why is was special enough to take the name of Cochise. I laid sideways on the bench to rest my tired bones and eyes for a spell.

After a few quiet moments alone, I opened my eyes to the mountain range viewed from my side. And, there he appeared just as plain as a portrait. The profile of the great Apache chief was carved by the wind right into the mountaintop.

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