17 May 2014

Unwary Comeliness, Missoula, Montana

“Art was the rememberer. He know what he knew and what had been known by a lot of dead kinfolks and neighbors. They lived on in his mind and spoke there, reminding him and us of things that needed to be remembered. Art had a compound mind, as a daisy has a compound flower, and his mind had something of the unwary comeliness of a daisy. Something that happened would remind him of something that he remembered, which would remind him of something that his grandfather remembered. It was not that he “lived in his mind.” He lived in the place, but the place was where the memories were, and he walked among them, tracing them out over the living ground. That was why we loved him.”
- Wendell Berry, in his story “Are You All Right?”, from the five-story volume "Fidelity"

This paragraph brought to mind some beloved and comely daisies in my own dear family. What a delightful blessing, to partake of their rememberings.

16 May 2014

Blowing Over, Missoula, Montana

“FAINT winds, and a song fading and leaves falling,
Faint winds, and far away a fading laughter...
And the rain and over the fields a voice calling...

One gray blown cloud scurries and lifts above,
Slides on the sun and flutters there to waft her
Sisters on. ...
And down the valley through the crying trees
The body of the darker storm flies; brings
With its new air the breath of sunken seas
And slender tenuous thunder...

But I wait . . .”

by: F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940)

Pour a cup of joe and sit a spell to enjoy the full text here.

15 May 2014

Dreamy, Missoula, Montana

“The object isn't to make art, it's to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable." - Robert Henri

May we renew our aspirations toward valiant dreaminess
(& I have to say that it quite delights me how the upper flowers seem to be mid-reach to link petals, perhaps enacting floral solidarity of dreamy purpose.) 

14 May 2014

Paper Moon Pine, Missoula, Montana

paper moon
pasted up
a nighttime sky….

There’s more to this song, but it currently consists of humming, as words haven’t yet populated into my brain.
Or maybe it’s content to be a short little song.

For those who wonder: yes, the sky really was that deep periwinkle-ine blue at 8:30 on a mid-May
Montana evening.
Come see for yourself.

13 May 2014

Wild Green Fuzzy, Missoula, Montana

"I wander round and round the Garden
Like Wordsworth, but are my words worth
Anything like his? Or is this more a nursery rhyme
And I wander, blunder, round the Garden
Like a teddy bear, fuzzy wuzzy, verses buzzing
In my little brain? Verses flow and flower
In me, I can’t stem their growth and
If we walk, meander, round the Garden
Maybe words will bloom there"

12 May 2014

Temple Emanu-el, Helena, Montana

While currently home to offices of the Catholic Diocese of Helena, the cornerstone of this stalwart structure laid in 1890 anchored the first Jewish temple between St. Paul, MN, and Portland, OR.
Despite significant modifications in the 1930s, the Hebrew date 5651 still graces the cornerstone as testament to its
legacy. More visible from the sidewalk, a National Register of Historic Places plaque entices the curious passerby to pause and learn.
Click here to read more history of this enduring piece of Montana’s capitol city and view the architectural changes from its original construction.

11 May 2014

Rainy Day Pine, Alberton, Montana

Mmmm… you can almost smell the rain-washed spring air, with delicate overtones of real pine and earthy humus. It’s a good thing to get out among the trees. (Well, after the
ticks move further up the mountain, of course.)