07 December 2013
would be joyous, an absolute, pure, unalloyed joy, the kind of joy he hadn't felt much if at all lo these twenty-one years.”
― Robert J. Sawyer, Flashforward
06 December 2013
As we tramped amongst the rocks at Fish Creek, headgear damp with intermittent spits of the lowering mist, a freight train thundered across the shrouded trestle.
Many would think this disruptive, perhaps even shaking a fist skyward whilst exclaiming, 'Curse you, disturbing creature of man!'
But not me.
Partly because we'd already happened upon a recently wolf-mauled deer carcass, which qualifies as at least a day's quota of disturbing.
But mostly because I've loved trains from the summer I was 5-ish and siblings three rode for a couple hours in a passenger car to visit our grandparents in Red Deer, Alberta.
The rails have charmed me ever since.
So I smiled toward the receding roar, and enjoyed a bonus to an already favourite-things-filled day.
05 December 2013
If trees in your neighborhood look more like tumbleweeds, or are of the Charlie Brown variety, do not despair - Montana pine needles are available as beautiful baskets, hand-crafted in Missoula by Judy Arledge. See examples on-line at her site, or at 4 Ravens Gallery in downtown Missoula. Who knew pine needles could be so much more than mulch?
04 December 2013
Poem: We Live In A Big Sky by Jon Katz
"Listen to my story, dear ones,
is one big sky,
Where we are born, where we live.
Have you lost your wings?,
Forgotten how to fly?..."
(Click here to finish reading.)
03 December 2013
Wish rocks - those having a ring completely around them - were a recurring delight over the weekend.
Walking up Blue Mountain, my sister and I marveled at large ones - the size of all four of our feet together - in the roadway.
And at Fish Creek, they were scattered all about the bared creek bed.
See more of Fish Creek at my friend’s photo feed, True Element Images.
02 December 2013
Sunday was surprisingly rainy, thanks to an unexpected warm before the storms blow down from Canada.
But a wee bit of precipitation didn’t keep my friend, J., and me from our photo outing to West Fish Creek, near Alberton, Montana.
As my sainted mother would say, with a smile, “You’re not made of sugar, are you?”
01 December 2013
Today the countdown to Christmas begins in earnest - 24 days left.
With little seeds of snow sprinkled about the foothills, we’ll hope the real thing sprouts to great white drifts just in time for the blessed day - but not much before.
After all, there‘s commuting to be done, and driving skills decline remarkably with the each incremental layer of the cold white stuff.