November 30, 2015 by
The Frank Church
November 29, 2015 by
Most of you now know I spent ten days in the heart of the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness of Idaho on my elk hunt this year. I want to share the images from that trip with you in this space and if you’d like to read a bit about it, you can proceed to the Danner blog where an essay about the trip is currently published and I have some of my field notes and images in a secondary post over on the Western Rise blog. Additionally, if you are following my Instagram account, I have posted portions of my field notes from the trip in conjunction with a few images from the trip in my feed.
I photographed this hunt in an official capacity for both Danner as well as Seek Outside and it was so much fun to blend work with play with the insanity of a backcountry high hunt. I’m still very happy with my work from this trip (so are those companies) (yay!).
This is one of the most amazing trips Robert and I have ever taken together. I hope you feel the wildness while you sift through these images.
Also, I am aware that many of you do not hunt and probably wonder things about hunting all the time! I encourage you to ask any questions you might have in my comment space! One of the reasons I photograph and share stories about hunting big game and upland is because it’s what I have always done here — lived my life with conviction and shared what I am learning. Also, I feel we live in a political and social atmosphere that is anti-omnivore, anti-firearm and anti-hunting. I share because I want people to know the truth — that there is a way to take life, so that you can live, that is full of beauty, respect, love and holiness. I am interested in clearing up any confusion there may be on the matter by educating folks as best as I can. I am interested in changing hearts and minds on the matter. It will be my pleasure to answer your questions as best as I can as well as bust any myths you may have been fooled into believing. Inform yourself and the make up your own mind on the matter! In the meanwhile, let me answer any questions you may have on how hunting legally works, how to get tags, general rules and regulations…ask away!
As always, huge thanks and love to Robert, for doing such a great job of teaching me how to hunt and how to hunt well (and there’s still so much to learn).
Lastly, please note:
There are a few images of a dead animal in this blog post since I had a successful deer hunt instead of a successful elk hunt — I feel these are beautiful, truthful images which is why I have shared them here. My goal is not to offend your senses. We hunt to eat. If you are intolerant of firearms, omnivores and the practice of harvesting wild, clean meat from wild, clean lands please do not leave me nasty, judgmental comments in my comment section in an attempt to publicly shame me for my life choices. Instead, please feel free to send me a respectful, intelligent email regarding your concerns on the matter:
thenoisyplume@gmail.com
Thank you kindly.
Queen of the River
November 28, 2015 by
How could I not be inspired by this place?
I remember when I wrote in my journal a few years ago, while rafting and fishing the Green River of Utah with Robert, that I dreamed of living right on a big river in the interior West someday. I dreamed of waking up and falling asleep to the roar of it. That day is finally here and I cannot tell you how deeply I am cherishing every moment — every morning, every afternoon, every evening, every change in light, every clear sky, every cloud, every moonset, every sunrise.
It has turned cold. Finally. Last night, at nearly midnight, I asked Robert to walk down the driveway with me to the main road, a distance of a half mile or so, just to hear the water raging against the night, to see the mist billowing, to feel my face sting in the cold and to sense the stars chiming on the ends of their anchors. It’s my favorite time of year now.
I always say that my job as a photographer is to simply discover, reveal and exploit the beauty of a place, person or object. I’m doing that here, now. It’s good work.
In the studio, everything has feathers or is feathers. I’ve gone bird crazy. I’m simply making what I’m seeing (sometimes design is as simple as that). I live on a big river in the high desert and this place is brimming and bubbling with every kind of bird you can imagine (almost) and the waterfowl are just beginning to really emerge including the swans. Swans!!!
I love the swans.
November 25, 2015 by
Catching Up
November 22, 2015 by
Well, the first one of a kind piece finally rolled off the studio bench today since the move to Idaho for the winter. I think I’ve talked about it before, but yanking a studio up by the roots is tough business for me. I’m doing it twice a year right now because of Rob’s job and it’s hard on my soul, time consuming and I lose stuff every time I do it — tools, partly finished projects…you name it. There is always a handful of items I can never find ever again, they simply disappear into the ethers between Washington and Idaho. Setting a space up again is becoming grueling for me. Once my work space is set up, there’s also the spatial re-learning that can make me a little impatient.
It’s muscle memory, you know? The way your hands and body move between bench, anvil, vice, and all the other tools of the trade. You find a rhythm. You can reach for objects and tools without looking. It becomes like playing a twelve page sonatina by Beethoven by memory — your fingers and heart and senses just wind themselves up and then merrily tap away at things. I love getting back to that place again where I’m flowing in the studio and I’m almost there right now but it’s been a slog at times. The small victories come slowly. I just try to give myself a little grace along the way.
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Things I currently find inspiring:
-birds (waterfowl, birds of prey, upland birds, song birds, flickers…you name it, I’m obsessing)
-the idea of rags turning into riches, or the old adage that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure
-Russian olive trees
-the image of a sleepy —- ——— ————– — — ———- (can’t share too much about this one yet because it’s going to be beautiful and I cannot unveil the image I have in my mind yet…I hope it turns out when I sit down to actually make it
-water and wind (what those currents feel like and thereby what they must look like to the unseeing eye)
-sage
-running, running fast and how to make myself run faster and stronger — I often imagine I am a jackrabbit running through the sagebrush with an owl at my 6 or a salmon swimming inches from the dark tunnel of a bear’s throat — I’m constantly thinking to myself, as I run, “Be faster. Be wilder. Be stronger.” and I try to run like I’m scared, like I’m surviving, I pin my ears back and lean into it, it feels glorious…
-cobalt blue, salmon, ochre
-the skills animals are naturally and instinctually equipped with (or taught by their parents)
-amethyst
-everything upland…everything
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Reading/Recently Read:
Desert Solitaire (Edward Abbey)
The Moon Pulled Up An Acre of Bass (Peter Kaminsky)
M Train (Patti Smith)
Never Broken (Jewel Kilcher)
Big Magic (Elizabeth Gilbert)
Station Eleven (Emily St. John Mandel)
Mary Oliver New and Selected Poems Vol. 1
MORE HEMINGWAY
Hearing:
First Aid Kit
Patti Smith
Bright Black Morning Light
Hey Rosetta!
Bob Dylan (Desire & Nashville Skyline)
Phantogram
Jewel (Spirit)
Atmosphere
Watching/Recent Viewings:
Song of the Sea (…watercolor animation about selkies!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!)
Dances With Wolves
Wolf Children
Point Break
Velvet (The era! The fashion!!! The subtitles…)
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I’ve been consciously practicing omission lately, with regards to writing.
“…you could omit anything if you knew that you omitted and the omitted part would strengthen the story and make people feel something more than they understood.” [Hemingway :: A Moveable Feast]
I mean it. Everything I’ve been writing lately has been hacked to bits before it’s been submitted. And I like it. But I think I’ve been practicing omission for a while, specifically with my decision to write less about jewelry designs when I present them to you — choosing instead to let you feel your own way about them instead of assigning obvious meaning and symbolism to the objects themselves.
What do you think of that?
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What I jotted down yesterday:
The youngest sister is here and so eager to vacuum the floors which need cleaning daily because the claws of the high desert slip so easily through the ribs of the windows and doors and the dust rides in clinging tightly to my feet the way I used to dance with my father when I was very young and I always like to see her for her humor and because we are like two mice, one from the country and one from the city, but we still like to nibble at the same cheese.
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The dogs and I are trying to start every morning with a quick river walk. I take a cup of tea or coffee with me and we see if we can find some pheasant feathers down on the river edge and we marvel at the trees and the coldness of the winter sun and we squint a little, too, and the quail are always bombing out of the thickets and the herons are doing their awkward calling to each other and the ducks fly over. I love a quiet morning walk, so much. The dogs are so much better behaved, too, throughout the day and my lungs feel scrubbed clean.
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Lastly, I have to tell you about something crazy — I’d actually feel like a bad citizen if I didn’t share these details! I was made utterly ill by laundry detergent and literally gave up ten days of my life to an agonizing rash that covered 75% of my stomach and other random parts of my body (including one earlobe, one eyelid, and part of my ribcage…and almost my whole right arm and wrist). It was awful. My lymph system is totally shocked out, I mean, honestly, it derailed my life! The situation is still pretty awful but I’m slowly recovering from it and beginning to catch up on all the catching up I WAS doing when I came down with the rash.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re all like, “Huh? A rash? Please Jillian, let us spare our compassion and prayers for those with leukemia and scarlet fever.” Fine. But I’ve had broken bones and my share of physical ailments and my servings of suffering I have to tell you that this is one of the most difficult ailments I have endured in my lifetime for the plain fact that the agony of it caused my mind to unravel. I almost went crazy. I still haven’t really slept in about eight days. The rash looked like 3rd degree burns on some parts of my body. It still does, a bit. Lordy, it’s been terrible.
The last thing I will say about it is this: Please do not buy the lavender scented Kirkland brand eco laundry detergent from Costco. It has affected many, many folks in the same way (go read the reviews on the product on Costco.com if you’re struggling to take me seriously, you may have even had a similar experience, yourself). I don’t usually write about things like this but honestly, I’d feel awful if one of you or your kids came down with a similar, systemic rash. I’m utterly (and may very well be literally) scarred by the experience.
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