18 January 2014
SnowClad, Sealy Lake, Montana
“As she crossed the river, a rumour of sunshine stood behind the clouds.”
- Markus Zusak, from "The Book Thief" , p.472
It’s magical, how an outline of new snowfall transforms the commonplace into something entirely serene and worthy of pause-ful contemplation.
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17 January 2014
Melting Colour, Missoula, Montana
“I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations.”
-Placido Domingo
-Placido Domingo
16 January 2014
Frosted Winter Grass, Blue Mountain, Missoula, Montana
“Frost had built on the dead grass, and it skirled beneath
his feet.
If not for this sound he’d have thought himself struck deaf, owing to the magnitude of the surrounding silence.”
― Denis Johnson, "Train Dreams"
If not for this sound he’d have thought himself struck deaf, owing to the magnitude of the surrounding silence.”
― Denis Johnson, "Train Dreams"
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15 January 2014
Raining Again, Alberton, Montana
For the weather whingers out there who bemoaned the cold and snow: I hope you’re happy now.
Rainy days in the low 40s Fahrenheit resolving to nighttime lows around freezing make for an interesting morning commute hereabouts.
But beauty still abounds, as here in the misting rain suspended on last season’s tenacious leaves.
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West Fish Creek
14 January 2014
Shadow Play, Sealy Lake, Montana
An early afternoon winter sun, high in the sky, creates replica twigs on the snow‘s surface.
Walking behind our shadows along a Forest Service road, I was reminded of entertaining childhood saunters. After the school bus spit us out at the top of our driveway, we'd dawdle our way to the house, procrastinating against daily chores. Inevitably, one naughty shadow child would box someone else’s shadow head. And thus began a round of shadow pokes, acrobatic kicks and twisting evasions, backed by much giggling and an occasional triumphant “I got you!”. Good times.
And no one ever lost an eye. Shadows are amenable that way.
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13 January 2014
Winter Creek, Sealy Lake, Montana
The best winter days have plenty of snow, a bit below freezing temps, and sunshine to
illuminate the intricacies of God’s great, wide world.
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Winter Creek
12 January 2014
Lone Snag, Sealy Lake, Montana
"NOT of all my eyes see, wandering on the world,
Is anything a milk to the mind so, so sighs deep
Poetry to it, as a tree whose boughs break in the sky.
Say it is ashboughs: whether on a December day and furled
Fast ór they in clammyish lashtender combs creep
Apart wide and new-nestle at heaven most high.
They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweep
The smouldering enormous winter welkin!..."
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