21 June 2014
French Connection: Le Mont Saint-Michel to Missoula, Montana
Very rarely do I waver from Montana-only photos, but today’s exception is a case of maternal indulgence.
Well, technically, Wicked StepMaternal indulgence (Apples Not Included).
The Delightful Child texted what she termed “My best picture so far” of Le Mont Saint-Michel, and said I could use it as my “1 a day“. And did not harrass me for my Facebook avoidance, where I could have seen it by now.
In full-on Delightful mode, Child has a formidable ability to make me think, “Aaaaw! How sweet!” and unwittingly provoke me to give her extra gas money or take her out to lunch even though she hasn‘t asked for a single thing.
She is a bonus blessing beyond any I ever thought would grace my life. (Yes, I just dabbed my eyes, unashamedly.)
The way I see it, a picture sent from France to a Montana recipient by a Montana girl in the company of a small horde of other Montana students is infused with enough of our great state to qualify for Montana1aday.
20 June 2014
Good Burger, Missoula, Montana
I was unfamiliar with the inside of bars until I started dating the man now known as The Best Husband Ever, who also happens to be a pretty hot electric guitarist.
(See what I'm talking about by checking out the newly re-mastered album “Burnin’ Up” by The CoupRs (also on iTunes/ Amazon/ GooglePlay). TBHE fronts vocals on "Dial Me Up", his bad boy answer to Van Halen. Click the text links to listen, then tell me I‘m not biased!)
Over the years, while engaging in first-rate people watching, I’ve learned which local bars serve up a perfectly-loaded-not-too-greasy burger. Case in point: this tasty visual from the Dark Horse in Missoula, Montana. Sometimes, it's what you crave.
Just please remember to enjoy the beverages as just that, and in moderation.
19 June 2014
High Water Island, Missoula, Montana,
“What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn't have any doubt - it is sure to get where it is going, and it doesn't want to go anywhere else.” - Hal Boyle, American Journalist (1911-1974)
18 June 2014
Raining Again, Alberton, Montana
“…my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.” - Pablo Neruda
(Click on the above text links to read more from one of my favourite poets. Plus read about him in this week's news, here.)
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Labels: Alberton, Circles, Montana, moss, Pablo Neruda, rain, Raindrops, Raining Again, Rocks, Water, West Fish Creek
17 June 2014
Up To Sky, Missoula, Montana
"The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be? — it is the same the angels breathe." - Mark Twain, "Roughing It"
What better motivation to keep climbing to the top of the hill - to inhale deep of God's big, wide sky? Keep going, step by step - you can make it - we're cheering you on!
(Plus, we can stop for real ice cream once we're back down in town.)
16 June 2014
Commonplace Glory, Missoula, Montana
“Thank God, all you who have a spark of rational piety in your hearts, for the glorious commonplace of earth and sky,—for this cloud-embosomed planet in which you pass your lives.” ~William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862
15 June 2014
Verdant Hillside, Missoula, Montana
Sunlight peered from betwixt moody clouds, casting a random eye on rolling grassland north of Missoula.
Up and over the hill to the right, we happened upon Friday’s delightful view of a green sheepherder wagon & fleecy flock, parked in another green valley.
All around, a good day for green.
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