16 September 2014

Grazing Caterpillar, Polson, Montana

At first glance, I thought the flitting
chickadees were foraging on the luscious crop of berries. Then I spied one of these fuzzy grazers hanging from a chickadee beak.
Snacker becomes snackee.
(Perhaps I better take heed and cut back the chip munching.)

15 September 2014

14 September 2014

Sunlight-Shadow (Interplay), Hamilton, Montana

End-of-summer sunshine makes for perfect hiking in Western Montana‘s forests. 
Well, perfect aside from the need to beware of bears in the vicinity. 
And perhaps bow hunters. 
And maybe moose
But, there are no ticks! 
And the danger of the others can at least be mitigated and prepared for by wearing obvious colour and keeping your eyes and ears open. 

Wherever you are, plan a way to get out into your own patch of nature and enjoy - even (especially?) if that means lolling in your backyard hammock!

13 September 2014

Big Sky Beauty, Victor, Montana

"A horse is a thing of beauty... none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendor." - Xenophon

12 September 2014

Encircled, Missoula, Montana

"The Mighty Three
My protection be,

Encircling me,
You are around.

My life, my home,
Encircling me..."

- from the song "Encircling" by Iona, inspired by the traditional prayer "St. Patrick's Lorica (Breastplate)", attributed to St. Patrick (372-466)

11 September 2014

Rooftop Aerie (Nestled), Missoula, Montana

“I knew everything in the forest. I had a secret home tree, where I pretty much lived. I also liked rooftops and streetlamps. My parents would get calls saying 'He's out there again.' “ - Bas Rutten

10 September 2014

Gold Dusted Bowl Of Sky, Missoula, Montana

Lately, procrastination has received some positive press, encouraging to those of us who flay ourselves over this oft-maligned tendency. Delaying to start that “emergency” project can actually save you time - when the project is cancelled the next morning. Sometimes, procrastination is not mere avoidance of an unattractive task, but a gut-level warning to tread cautiously. And occasionally, being delayed puts you in the right place at an opportune time. Monday’s late departure from work meant I was up on Blue Mountain at just the right time to stand in absolute awe under this gold-dusted sky and text deep thoughts to my sister ('The sheen of Heaven's streets reflected in a golden dome of sky.' Well, it sounded better on location.)

Let me know what version of amazing you encounter next time your grocery checkout line winds down Aisle 14, or the fast food isn't, or the 144-car train keeps you idling at the crossing.