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24 January 2017

23 January 2017

Bone Cold - Clark Fork River, Missoula, Montana

"A damp wind was sweeping across the flatlands, carrying moisture from melting snow and ice, for hundreds of miles, and depositing it in their bones."

- from A Great Reckoning by Louise Penny, page 96

21 January 2017

Oranges - Missoula, Montana

"... I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands."


- from Oranges by Gary Soto 

20 January 2017

Sky Post-Sorrow - Clark Fork River, Missoula, Montana

"If it were possible to render sorrow, it would look like a November gale.

But, then like sorrow, it too passed and the new day arrived almost impossibly clear and bright, the sky a perfect blue."

- from A Great Reckoning by Louise Penny, page 14


Tucked away as they are, the villagers in Louise Penny's fictional Three Pines community probably are not burdened with rampant power lines cluttering their views. But then, neither do they enjoy the compensation of Montana's ever-splendid sky. (And not just because they are, after all, fictional characters, natch!)

19 January 2017

Highway Thoughts - Near Missoula, Montana

"Highway 287 ran through open spaces luminous in the sunshine.  
A sense of peace pervaded the plains, Vicky thought. 
The way the land dissolved into the sky always called her back to herself. She was different here...part of something larger than herself, part of the stories that had shaped her life...Time collapsed into the present...a circle encompassing the past and the future, not like the ribbon of asphalt shooting straight into the horizon."

 - from The Drowning Man by Margaret Coel, page 99

18 January 2017

Ice Optional - Greenough Park, Missoula, Montana

"It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia."  

- Frank Zappa (1940-1993)

17 January 2017

16 January 2017

Winter Sun - Greenough Park, Missoula, Montana

"How valuable it is in these short days, 
threading through empty maple branches, 
the lacy-needled sugar pines...

We can make do with so little, just the hint 
of warmth, the slanted light.

The way we stand there, soaking in it,
mittened fingers reaching...

- From Winter Sun By Molly Fisk