22 March 2014

Dry Wash, Missoula, Montana

If I didn’t ‘fess up that that Clark Fork River rushes 20 feet on both sides of this view, you could imagine me somewhere in a southwest dry wash, basking in 85 degree south spring sunshine. 
But I’ll take 40-60 degree Montana spring-shine and be happy, partly because the bugs aren’t as big or scary looking as some in the desert. Well, at least not until the skwala stonefly hatch occurs.

21 March 2014

Sun-Dappled Shadows, Missoula, Montana

"My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn't make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.

Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little son and I...

We found a cool, sun-dappled glade
And now my small son knows
How Mother Bunny hides her nest,
Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows....

That my house was neglected,
That I didn't brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth
Will know, or even care.

But that I've helped my little boy
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years, the whole wide world
May look and see and know. "

‎From "I Took His Hand and Followed" By Mrs. Roy L. Peifer

Read the full text of this sweet reminder here.

20 March 2014

Hidden Pocket, Clark Fork River, Missoula, Montana

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
Roald Dahl

19 March 2014

Seeing Red, Missoula, Montana

A co-worker remarked recently how, despite growing up in Montana, she had never before noticed the abundance of red brush growing in varied regions of our fair state. The visual spareness of almost-spring perfectly sets off such vibrant infrastructure. This close-in view (yes, dear sister who will wonder, the shrub embraced me, plus anchored me from further leaf-mold slip down the bank) brings to mind Jacob's speckled sheep sticks; perhaps a boon of herefords are headed this direction.

17 March 2014

Moss Meander, Hamilton, Montana

"Deep in the mountain wilderness
Where nobody ever comes
Only once in a great while
Something like the sound of a far-off voice.
The low ray of the sun
Slip through the dark forest,
And gleam again on the shadowy moss."
- from Wang Wei Poetry Translations(this version: tr. Kenneth Rexroth, 1990)
Hope you’re wearing your greenest garment today! 
(In a pinch, just print this photo and tape it to yourself.)

16 March 2014

Looking Forward, Livingston, Montana

The Train of Life
by Marv Hardin

"Some folks ride the train of life,
looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
and marking every year.

They sit in sad remembrance,
of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
and hang their head and cry.

But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different bent,
I look forward to what life holds,
and not what has been spent.

So strap me to the engine,
as securely as i can be,
I want to be out on the front,
to see what I can see.

I want to feel the winds of change,
blowing in my face..."

There’s more to this though-provoker; read the rest here.