Showing posts with label cowboys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cowboys. Show all posts

26 January 2014

World Skijoring Championship-Whitefish Montana

Yesterday we went to see the World Skijoring Championship in Whitefish, Montana.

Kinsey used to skijor with Lakota. She likened it to hooking herself up to an unguided missile. Skijoring, for those unfamiliar with the term, is the practice of slapping on your skis and hooking yourself up to a speedy animal.

The Whitefish Skijoring Championship uses horses for their tow vehicle. These guys go very fast. Faster than Lakota ever could towing you know who. Plus there is a course the skier must hit and jumps he/she must take. It really is fun to watch. If you ever find yourself in Whitefish this time of year you will want to check it out. You'll enjoy the blend of cowboys and skiers. It really is a Montana kind of event.

Below are some photos Kinsey took of the event.

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14 March 2012

GARY COOPER - MONTANA NATIVE SON

Intense, charismatic, understated and devastatingly handsome – Gary Cooper was one of Hollywood’s screen icons, yet rarely gets a mention these days.  In a career that spanned almost 40 years (right up to his death at the relatively young age of sixty in 1961) he acted in some memorable films, receiving five Oscar nominations and winning two.  He was also named the 11th Greatest Actor on “The 50 Greatest Screen Legends” list by the American Film Institute.

Early Life
Cooper was born in Helena, Montana in 1901 to British parents who hailed originally from Befordshire in England.  His real name was Frank James Cooper, and he only changed his name to Gary when he hit the big time in the mid 1920s.  To all his friends and colleagues he was affectionately called “Coop”.  Though initially sent back to England to complete schooling in Dunstable, Bedfordshire (In fact there is still a public house there that bears his name “The Gary Cooper” which belongs to The Wetherspoons Group), on the outbreak of World War One, his mother Helena insisted he and his brother came back to Montana for safety.  The two Cooper sons went to High School at Bozeman, though Gary never fully completed his education.

Trying To Hit The Big Time
Gary’s father Charles Henry Cooper was a lawyer and sat on the Montana Supreme Court Bench.  They were a reasonably wealthy (by the standards of the time) family and although the move was a good one for Charles, Gary struggled to find work.  One day he happened to meet up with two boyhood friends from his hometown. He was intrigued by what they told him about their own jobs - stunt riding as cowboy extras at a movie studio.  "In rodeo you're paid to stay on a horse," they told him. "In films, it's for falling off." This chance meeting and conversation was enough to whet his appetite to try out the same…
He finally landed a role as an extra in the 1925 film version of “Dick Turpin” – his first time on screen, though uncredited.  In 1926 he worked with the actress Eileen Sedgwick in a two reeler called “Lightnin’ Wins”:Gary Cooper in Lightnin' Wins

His real breakthrough came in the film that also established Clara Bow as a firm favorite, the silent epic: “Wings”.  It was rumored that the two had an affair when they worked together, and frankly – who could blame Bow for falling for his charms, Cooper had instant sex appeal – tall, dark, handsome, with just a hint of an English accent behind the All American Cowboy.  A sad but true fact is that when Clara died in 1965, she had been watching an old Cooper film just before she took her last breath. 
In 1929, he shot the film “The Virginians” a clip of which you can view below.  This was his first full length “talkie” and came at a time when people were mourning the death of the silents and remaining suspicious about whether talking flickers would really work:Gary Cooper in The Virginian. This was the start of his ascent proper to the big time.  He’d made it and made it good.

Cooper’s Biggest Mistakes!
It’s alleged that Cooper was the producer’s first choice for the role of Rhett Butler in the 1939 epic “Gone With The Wind”.  He turned it down and was quoted as saying: “Gone With The Wind is going to be the biggest flop in Hollywood history.  I’m glad it will be Clark Gable falling on his nose and not me!”  A decision no doubt he must have come to regret after the picture’s final release and success.  Similarly, in the following years he also turned down the chance to work with Alfred Hitchcock, but later bitterly regretted that decision too – and no small wonder either!

Later Works
Despite turning down two major roles, Cooper got the chance to work with Cecil B. DeMille on the film “North West Mounted Police” in 1940 with a former paramour of Charlie Chaplin, one Ms. Paulette Goddard.  He also notably worked with Frank Capra and Howard Hawks during the late 1930s and early 1940s.  While he himself was a big box office star, he also worked with some of the other amazing talents of the time: Marlene Dietrich, Cary Grant, Tallulah Bankhead, and Charles Laughton to name but a few.
His career seemed to tail off during the late 1940s, but he had one last trick up his sleeve – at the age of fifty one, he made what is probably his best known film, “High Noon” in which he played the character Marshal Will Kane:High Noon

He had a simple philosophy as to why he and his films were popular: “To get folks to like you, I figured you had to sort of be their ideal. I don't mean a handsome knight riding a white horse, but a fellow who answered the description of a right guy” and it worked.  All in all, Cooper starred in more than one hundred films spanning both eras of silents and talkies – of those movies his best known were the Westerns, of which he made twenty, three of them being silent.

Cooper died in 1961 after a battle with cancer – eight years later he was still topping television personality lists in such publications as “Variety” magazine.  This just shows how popular and respected he was, and all from relatively small beginnings in Montana.

Coop was a hunting pal of my father's. I have a photograph of him  at the duck club they all belonged too near Oxnard, California. In it he is painfully thin. No doubt from the cancer. A real gentleman that Montana cowboy.

03 April 2009

MAMA, LET YOUR BOYS GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS



We are now in Cortez, Colorado. The weather man was calling for stormy weather starting last night. But, nothing happened. So, this morning, we headed out first thing to survey the landscape. Good thing we did because this afternoon the wind is blowing a gale and you can't see two feet in front of you from the blowing dust. The sky is literally brown.

I am going nuts trying to keep my equipment clean. It seem as though we haven't been out of wind and dust since we arrived in Monument Valley a couple of weeks ago. Clementine (the RV) is nowhere near air tight so as we sit, bobbing and weaving, the dust just seeps. And, poor Shadow (the little tow car) well I think it is safe to say I could grow potatoes in her. The back roads in this part of the country are mostly dirt and gravel. And, it seems every time I get out of the car to try for a photo a pickup comes along going fifty and, oh well. And, of course, you can add to all that the non-stop shedding of Koty Bear.




Boy, I love being back in cowboy country. Cowboys and country folk seem to be the last of what this country was once about, consideration, self reliance and integrity. The fellow in the above image is Kyle. I know this because he told me so.

I was driving down a back road and noticed a couple of cowboys saddling up. Using my telephoto I snapped a few shots out the car window. I moved on down the road where I took the photo of the yearling and foal. Whilst I was photographing the horses along comes this pickup pulling a horse trailer. It pulls up behind my car and stops. A cowboy gets out and walks up with his hand out to introduce himself and his son. He just wanted to say hello and wondered what I was up to. By the time we were done he had invited me to come visit his ranch any time I was by that way again. Only in the country.

I'll bet five guys stopped to ask if I was having any problems and could they help. They most likely don't see too many dizzy dames from Montana wandering around out there.



What an incredible landscape. There is an old saying and it fits me to a tee "You can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl." When I look at rolling pastures with cattle and horses in them I actually tear up and choke up. It's so, so very beautiful to me. Can you see the beauty that I feel? Maybe not. :) These are really tiny pictures but they are the largest this program will allow.



There are a lot of old buildings out in this countryside. For some reason the above scene seemed like something old so I decided to take it black and white. It could just as easily be a picture taken in 1909 as opposed to 2009. Isn't digital amazing? Press a couple of buttons and you can move from color to black and white in an instant.



I'm hoping to find more of these old relics. But, the weather is going to have to get around to my side. Gads, it has been a caution. Wind, dust storms and blizzards. Crikey! It's spring! Someone ought to tell Mother Nature!



The mountain in the background is "Sleeping Ute". Much of the land around here is Ute Reservation. If you look at the mountain from just the right angle it really does look like an Indian lying in the desert with hands clasped over his chest and you can even see his feet pointing up. Maybe I'll get a good shot of it before I go. If I do I'll post it.

Well, that was how we spent our morning and it really was a treat.

©Kinsey Barnard Photography

14 August 2008

For Baby Boomers Only




Ok, what I'm posting today is a little bit different. But, I was sent this music video and enjoyed it so much I wanted to pass it along.

If you are not a Baby Boomer the whole thing may escape you, then again, maybe not. Give a look you may enjoy it too. The presentation is accompanied by Willie Nelson and his music so be sure to have your music on if you can.

Back in the day cowboys weren't only in Montana. They were in everyone's living room. Frankly, I think we could use more heroes. Click on the link below.

My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys

Enjoy!

Koty Bear

13 July 2008

Ho! Ho! Ho! It's Back to Alberta We Go! Part 1




Well, off we went like a herd of turtles. You may recall we were up there a couple of weeks ago and had to return early on account of I was off my feed. So, we packed up Clementine, hooked up Shadow and back to Crowsnest Pass we went. We ended up at an RV park in Blairmore called the Lost Lemon. Wow! Was it a lemon. Worst RV park we ever stayed at. People were so crammed into this place the awning of one unit touched another. Usually, I like to park myself outside while mom does her work but not here. I couldn't get in Clem fast enough. Mom needs electricity for all her equipment and there are not a lot of choices in this area. If you can live with just electricity we later found a really nice provincial park at Lundbreck.



Not only is the park way nicer but get a load of these falls! They are called the Lundbreck Falls and are on the Crowsnest River.



Back to mom's favorite old saw about clouds and silver linings, the wildflowers this go around were really great. They were all over the place. This particular bloom we found on Miner's Path just up the road in Coleman. It's a nice little path that ends at a small waterfall. You can see more of the wildflowers we saw at mom's Simply Photos Blog




We did a whole lot of driving around this trip mostly because mom kept missing turns an getting lost but the thing about it is we learned a lot. You can really find stuff when you're lost! For instance, Albertans have a great sense of humor as can be seen from this ranch sign. And, let me tell you, they had some beautiful asses out in the pasture! I woulda chased anyone of them!



And, at least here in southern Alberta, Montanans have a whole lot in common with Albertans. It's the same western flavor. This is truly cattle country. And, awesomely beautiful. Mom really loves it! Course, when mom was a little girl she dreamed of being Annie Oakley while other little girls dreamed of Barbie. Don't tell her I said so but I think she turned out more like Calamity Jane! :)

Stay tuned for part two. Mom finally finds Chinook Lake and Old Man River. No kidding, it's really called Old Man River!

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