14 December 2013

Icicled Eaves, Missoula, Montana

I remember a story - possibly a big sister’s bedtime story - about a mysterious winter stabbing murder. Neither murder weapon or murderer were ever found, and there were no clues to aid the investigation - just a small pool of water next to the body in the narrow side yard at the victim‘s home. Well, as you may have deduced by now, the clever solution to this morbid tale is that gradually warming temperatures caused a huge icicle to fall from the eaves - and subsequently impale the victim as they walked along the side of their house. The icicle then inconveniently melted.

I don’t think I slept very well on the heels of that nighttime tale. 

And I’m still very careful while navigating near icicled eaves.

13 December 2013

Moss Capture, Alberton, Montana

"Travel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man." - John Burroughs (1837-1921)

Travel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man.
Friday the 13th - Eek! - at least on this side of the International Date Line.
Not that I'm superstitious.
But it is a handy opportunity to raise one eyebrow, dredge up a deep, scary voice, and say, "MWAH HAH HAAAA!".
You could also try the effect on this sentence: "The ICE drops are TRAPPED in the clinging moss - MWAH HAH Haaaaaaa!"

12 December 2013

Transition, Alberton, Montana

Dropping down
To pool and glimmer
Catch the eye

This sometime resting place
Small wonder

- CH

11 December 2013

Festive, Missoula, Montana

14 days to go, and it‘s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, in all the best ways!

10 December 2013

Memory Rock, Blue Mountain, Missoula, Montana

"Geologists have a saying - Rocks remember."
- Neil Armstrong (1930-2012)

Maybe this Blue Mountain trail rock remembers the chatty-chatty walking sisters who paused to observe its lovely contours in the clear winter light of  a Thanksgiving weekend afternoon.  Good times.

09 December 2013

Berry Leftovers, Fish Creek, Alberton, Montana

Some people think leftovers are for the birds, but I heartily disagree. Well, except for the remaining berries pictured today, for which our twittering friends are probably exceedingly greatful this winter.
But in the human population, not everyone is so inclined.
I just don't understand this. In my family, leftovers are often more enjoyed than the original meal. Some things just taste better the next day. And the next day. And the next. Like the turkey soup I made from the Thanksgiving remains - turkey bones, fresh carrots and celery, a couple handfuls of brown rice, and a little bit of salt - simmer, and yum! Simple, and the perfect antidote to cold, cold weather. (Don't forget to take out the bones before eating.)
Here's hoping for a Christmas turkey carcass in my near future.

08 December 2013

Wind Chill Reprieve, Missoula, Montana

“Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.”
Robert Green Ingersoll

Besides getting impatient to use today’s quotation, I decided to post this summer flash-back as a reprieve from sunny daytime temps hovering close to either side of 0 degrees Fahrenheit - before any wind-chill factor. And
Missoula is not even the coldest pocket in Montana's mountains. I’m sure this is not what
Mr. Denver was talking about when he sang about a ‘Rocky Mountain High’.