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Showing posts with label Montana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Montana. Show all posts

Sunday, January 03, 2016

Glacier National Park, 1983

These photos were all shot with my second Kodak, the one that shot 110 film. This was the trip when we drove right past then Vice President George H.W. Bush's limo; he was at the park for some reason. 

Thursday, June 11, 2015

A Mountain in Montana

On a trip through Montana in 1983, while visiting this landmark, we were redirected on our way out of the parking lot by Secret Service agents protecting then Vice-President George H.W. Bush. It was a little surreal. The family's green Ford station wagon can be seen behind Dad. 

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Observing the Observers

Here's another enigmatic image from our 1983 journey to Glacier National Park in Montana. For reasons lost to time, I used my little Kodak 110 camera to shoot a photo of some tourists looking skyward. What had they spotted? A mountain goat? A cougar? A mountainside forest fire? A UFO?

I'll never know, for my 14 year old self thought the observers were more interesting than the observed. Clearly my shutterbug instincts needed honing.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Observing a Goat in Montana

On a trip through the northwestern United States in either 1983 or 1986, I shot this photo of tourists observing a goat at a national park in Montana. I was using my first camera, a Kodak that used 110 film. That little camera didn't have a lot of creative options - it was essentially a point and shoot - I think the composition is decent enough.

As we were leaving, we were briefly scrutinized by Secret Service agents because we passed very close to Vice President Bush's limo, who for some reason was visiting the park at the same time. We did not see the man himself, however; just his vehicle, with dark windows opaque to curious passers-by. "Observing a Bush in Montana" may have made a more interesting photo.

LATE UPDATE!
According to Mom, this photo was taken at Glacier Park, and I drove from High River to the US border in our old (well, pretty new then) Corolla hatchback. Our journey continued through Spokane and Seattle. When Mom and Dad went to San Francisco a few months ago they returned via Montana and walked up this same trail.

"The goats are still there. The walk was much harder 25 years later!"