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Where Can You See This Portrait Of Chief Dan George?

The artist: (from Artnet)

Harley Brown is a Canadian painter best known for his depictions of Native Americans in traditional dress. Painting in a realistic style with loose brushwork, Brown manages to maintain a strong attention to detail with the ability to capture the likeness of his subjects with a lively and colorful palette. Born in 1939 in Edmonton, Canada, Brown went on to study at the Alberta College of Art in Calgary followed by the Camberwell School of Art in England. After returning to his home country, the artist met Bob Morgan, the curator of the Montana State Historical Society, where he subsequently had a solo show. Brown is a member of the Northwest Rendezvous Artists, the National Association of Watercolor Artists, the Oil Painters of America, and the Cowboy Artists of America. He lives and works in Tucson, AZ.

The subject: (from wiki)

Chief Dan George, OC (July 24, 1899 – September 23, 1981) was a chief of the Tsleil-Waututh Nation, a Coast Salish band whose Indian reserve is located on Burrard Inlet in the southeast area of the District of North Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. He was also an actor, poet and author; his best-known written work was "My Heart Soars". As an actor, he is best remembered for portraying Old Lodge Skins opposite Dustin Hoffman in Little Big Man (1970), for which he was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor; also for his role in The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976), as Lone Watie, opposite Clint Eastwood.

So, where in Montana does this portrait hang?

A Floyd Of A Different Color

"And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon"

from "Brain Damage" off of Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" album

Coloring Floyd Lawson with a pink hue is certainly not an original idea.  I've seen many versions of Pink Floyd on the Internet, but I've given the old Mayberry barber a Montana twist.  He's glowing pink from a Helena Valley sunrise.

Finish The Phrase: Meanwhile Back At The Ranch

"Meanwhile back at the ranch" is a phrase used to change the conversation (a segue) to another completely unrelated topic.  It could be useful at the Thanksgiving dinner table if your Uncle Ray and your father-in-law start talking politics from two different points of view.

Today's Montana exercise:  Finish the phrase "Meanwhile back at the ranch"


If you have a true to life ranch, like the Coulter clan in Brusett, Montana, you might finish the phrase something like this:  Meanwhile back at the (Brusett, Montana) ranch, Ruth (Coulter) was boiling up some eggs for a batch of potato salad.

or if you don't have your own ranch you might just make something up.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, Little Joe and Hop Sing have placed a bucket of fresh meadow muffins above the bunkhouse door as a prank on Hoss.

I will anxiously await your comments!

Cold Smoke

Is there a massive fire just behind Mount Helena?  Nope.  It's just a winter storm coming in from the northwest this morning.

Just Go With The Flow

I don't have anything against Christmas.  I think it's a wonderful holiday.  It used to irritate me a bit when retailers started advertising Christmas before Thanksgiving was even over.  This year I saw Christmas displays being set up in the stores before Halloween and ads started appearing on TV even before the highly entertaining political ads were finished for the season.  It seems everyone is in on this accelerated Christmas schedule... including our Christmas cactus that started blooming this week.

I guess I'll just go with the flow.  Merry Christmas from Montana where we have enough snow on the ground to make it believable. 

Filling The Freezer

This is the second batch of pasties we've baked this fall.  There will probably be a couple more batches in the upcoming weeks.

Today there is fresh snow on the ground.  There's nothing better than a pasty on a cold Montana winter's night.  Oh, and I've said this before... don't put any peas, carrots or rutabagas into your pasties.  Meat, potatoes and onions ONLY... why ruin perfection.

Negative Campaigning

I'm in a quandary.  If all the things that the opposition party say about my preferred candidate are true then I can't vote for him/her and if they aren't true then I can't vote for the opposing candidate who is guilty of bending the truth or telling outright lies.  American politics have lost any sense of dignity.

Mike Mansfield looks down from the Montana section of Heaven (yes, it's the most beautiful part of Heaven) and shakes his head in disbelief.  Does anyone remember what the term "statesman" means?


I Lick Your Nose

I lick your nose
I lick your nose again
I drag my claws down your eyelids
Oh, you're up?  Feed me!

from "I Could Pee on This: And Other Poems by Cats" by Francesco Marciuliano

I can understand folks that have a dog for a pet.  Dogs deliver unconditional love.  Cats on the other hand treat you like you are their servant and they have been solicited to perform the duties of a dominatrix.

We had a cat for over 20 years.  I must admit I was sad to see her go, but when I think back on the experience I can only remember some cute kitten time and then 20+ years of late night yowling, hairballs and litter boxes. 

I have worked on Montana farms/ranches where there was a house cat and an undetermined amount of barn cats on the place (rodent control).  Sometimes a second cat gets promoted to house status and once that precedent has taken place the gates of the dam are open.  You can spot the owners of multiple cats at Costco buying two 60 lb bags of cat litter. 

A closing thought.  Pet rocks weren't such a bad idea.

Over The Rainbow

Everyone knows how difficult it can be to get over a rainbow, especially Dorothy Gale.  Traditional rainbows are high arching, reaching way up into the sky and very often they are guarded by nasty leprechauns at each end.

This horizontal rainbow that decorated the Helena Valley this past weekend would make the whole "over the rainbow" process much easier.  All you would have to do is find a unicorn with some jumping ability and you could ride to the promised land.

Fog And Sunlight

Sailboats moored at Yacht Basin on Canyon Ferry Reservoir.  Just the tip of Cemetery Island is visible in the background.  Our lady called Montana is just showing off once again.

Carl Sandburg smiles down from Heaven at the beauty of it all.

Need A Bigger Litter Box

Just ten days ago I posted a picture of a bobcat that was going up this trail on my Sweet Sara Placer Claim.   Now, a bigger cat with a longer tail on the same trail, in the early morning light.

Maybe this is why I don't see any rabbits around when I go mining these days.

Just Us Guys

My 3 year old grandson, Hudson, and I were walking out of our garage to the driveway and I hacked up some phlegm with a cough.  I didn't give it much thought and I spit as soon as I was outside.

Oh crap, I thought to myself.  I know that Hudson has been told that spitting is unbecoming in polite society - even in Montana.  Sure enough, within seconds Hudson copied Grandpa and spit loudly onto the driveway.  I was about to say something about manners and how Grandpa's bad behavior was not to be copied, but Hudson squinted up at me with his mouth all scrunched up and gave me a look that said, "It's all right Grandpa, it's just us guys out here!"

Bright Eyes

My trail cam, at my Sweet Sara Placer claim (on Jimtown Road), captured this bobcat cruising down the trail the other night.  In Montana, where bobcats and grizzlies are a big theme this time of year, I'm glad this was a bobcat.  If it was a griz, I would certainly be done mining for the summer.