01 September 2015

Bridge Over Finley Creek - Arlee, Montana

"Oh, here we are at the bridge. I'm going to shut my eyes tight. I’m always afraid going over bridges. I can't help imagining that perhaps, just as we get to the middle, they'll crumple up like a jackknife and nip us. So I shut my eyes. But I always have to open them for all when I think we're getting near the middle. Because, you see, if the bridge did crumple up I'd want to see it crumple. What a jolly rumble it makes! I always like the rumble part of it. Isn't it splendid there are so many things to like in this world? There, we're over. Now I'll look back. Good night, dear Lake of Shining Waters. I always say good night to the things I love, just as I would to people. I think they like it. That water looks as if it was smiling at me." - L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Another gorgeous site on Z5 Ranch - their very own bridge over Shining Waters. But a bit shallow for a Lady of Shallot reenactment.

31 August 2015

Clearing the Air - Stevensville, Montana

Ahh, the sweet respite brought by much-prayed-for rain! It sounds odd, but after a couple weeks of ubiquitous smoke in shifting densities, I'd become sort of resigned to perpetual head pressure and brain fug. Kind of a frog-in-kettle thing. It's delightful to breathe deep of clean air and to look across the valley and see mountains again. However, we're fervently hoping for more rain.

30 August 2015

Finley Creek - Arlee, Montana

Finley Creek meanders through the Z5 Ranch near Arlee, Montana, making a beautiful and melodic backdrop for a wedding we attended this weekend. I have to say, this was the first wedding I've attended where small flakes of wildfire ash dropped intermittently during the ceremony. Slightly different than confetti, but I guess it goes with the season.

29 August 2015

Early Fallen Leaves - Missoula, Montana

Lingering wildfire smoke acts as a photo filter, lending theses curbside leaves an odd, chalky hue. Between the smoke, dry weather, and recent turbulent winds, these poplar leaves took an early out, lining the curb for blocks. The calendar says it's still summer, so I'm hanging on to that!

28 August 2015

Good Food Sushi - Missoula, Montana

Last night's Hands-on Sushi class at Missoula's Good Food Store produced a crop of pretty decent first-time attempts - plenty to eat, with leftovers for lunch! 
(My apologies if "sushi" and "Montana" in the same post upends any long held  stereotypes - steak and hearty outdoors-folk still abound in these Western hills.)

27 August 2015

Corvair Cruisin' - Missoula, Montana

Maybe I'm resisting that fall is sending out smoky feelers to entangle the waning summer days. Or maybe I'm just overrun by cheesy nostalgia...Either way, so many visual vignettes of late suggest a retro summer memory song. Sighting our friend's top-down Corvair pushed play on "Groovin'... on a Sunday afternoon...". 
I always thought the song was "Cruisin'... on a Sunday afternoon..." thanks to childhood Sunday afternoon drives - albeit in the family car, along slow back roads to town, careful not to kick up to much dust, with high hopes for luxuriously creamy soft serve ice cream. Not quite groovin', but definitely a happy version of cruisin'.

26 August 2015

Sunkissed - Missoula, Montana

“I believe in Christianity as I believe that the Sun has risen not only because I see it but because by it I see everything else.” - C.S. Lewis, from Is Theology Poetry? (London: Geoffrey Bless, 1962),164-165.

Read the larger context of this quote (click the hyperlink) from a paper given to The Oxford Socratic Club , in which "Lewis sets out to answer the question, Is the imagination of followers of Jesus so aroused and satisfied by the poetry of the Gospel message that they have mistaken intellectual assent for mere aesthetic enjoyment?"

25 August 2015

Dusk Dusted Rowboat - Lake Mary Ronan, Montana

Hooray for blissful sister days at Lake Mary Ronan's Mountain Meadows Campground! In addition to our thankfulness for time together amidst God's beautiful creation, we were very glad that, whilst she waited in the dark for sister #1 to arrive, sister #3 never personally encountered the beastie snuffling in the bushes across the road.