06 April 2013
Clark Fork River runs right through downtown Missoula, Montana, and provides for interesting diversions from the typical small city sights. If you're paying any attention at all, it's not unusual to see ducks such as these, or Canadian geese, beavers, trout, or even a great blue heron.
05 April 2013
04 April 2013
Missoula's downtown buildings are a mult-generational mix of historic and modern in-fill additions built in later decades. The downtown walking tour probably takes you past samples of architecture from most noted styles of the last 150 years. (Well, perhaps excepting expressionism and deconstructivism, which are not prevalent in this region, despite the high cool factor.)
03 April 2013
structure that shelters their delicate eggs and subsequent offspring from whatever the weather dishes out, and this creation often survives a year or more after the chicks have grown and flown. It's good for the soul to consider the common and remember to be amazed.
02 April 2013
(Sing with me in your best Tevye voice: "If I were a rich man!..." Go ahead - flail your arms! You shouldn't resist.) Well, maybe I'd be rich if I,d invested those bucks in a mutual fund boasting a reasonable 12% long-range return. (See how Dave Ramsey's class can colour even random thoughts? But it's a good thing.)
Anyway, this old truck graces the roadside yard of a local engine shop in Hamilton, Montana.
On a weekend when available time and clement weather collided, I finally stopped to take pictures. Item #137 checked off my list.
01 April 2013
a woman's prerogative to change her mind." Last week, my viewfinder framed snow on my neighbor's rooftop. This week, spring has sprung full bore and toes in the flip-flops are no longer blue-hued! (It also means my forest hiking is limited until a super hot spell assures me the ticks are far away. Sigh. It's tough to be a wuss.)
31 March 2013
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
O let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
My tender age in sorrow did beginne
And still with sicknesses and shame.
Thou didst so punish sinne,
That I became
Let me combine,
And feel thy victorie:
For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
(Note: Be sure to read the archaic definition of "imp", as relates to falconry.
And check out the cool old manuscripts and discussion at the link in the poem title.)