cold - single-digit and low teens - with a hope to warm up enough for more snow later this week. Thankfully, Interstate 90 was mostly clear on our drive to and from Bozeman this past weekend. And, also thankfully, my husband was driving, which meant I didn't have to embrace my fear of random icy spots.
On our travels, I like to take photos out the window. I know I'll sacrifice clarity, and might not get any keeper pictures, but it's a habit-stretching experiment (no correlation to nuns and lycra). When you snap shots from a moving vehicle, you give away control and embrace serendipity. And very often are surprised by captured beauty you never could have planned. And that kind of surprise is always a good thing.