19 September 2014

Alfalfa View, Flathead Lake - Polson, Montana

My prone self (posture required to capture this view) released the smell of fresh mint imperceptibly growing amongst the clover and grass. Mmmmm!
Sights, smells, sunshine, and sussurating shore sounds - it’s a wonder a nap didn't suddenly overtake me! 
Altogether, a very satisfying photo experience, even sans siesta.

18 September 2014

Beyond Fuzzy, Polson, Montana

Road signs in the Flathead Valley tie to regional history by listing place names in both English and Salish or Kootenai languages. The names are not mere translation between languages, but rather a listing of the names given by each culture to the same place, with the Salish or Kootenai name also translated to English.The aboriginal names often reveal  particular attributes of the location: Evaro Area is otherwise known as “Little Valley Behind Hills”; St. Ignatius as “Place Where You Surround Something”. These more descriptive names pulled my eyes to scan beyond the roadside and weekend lake traffic; I garnered a broader appreciation of my travel route to Flathead Lake.
Perhaps this extreme fuzz’s name in another language translates to “Old Man’s Crazy Eyebrow“ ?
(For a (ahem) manly laugh, please read the blog in the preceding text link.)

17 September 2014

Wetlands Sunset, Nine Pipes Reservoir - Charlo, Montana

Yes, Nine Pipes Reservoir really is this peace-inducing - and more so.
(Well, there was the intermittent whinging mosquito whine. And a couple no-see-um unaware inhales. But other than that, blissfully peaceful.)

16 September 2014

Grazing Caterpillar, Polson, Montana

At first glance, I thought the flitting
chickadees were foraging on the luscious crop of berries. Then I spied one of these fuzzy grazers hanging from a chickadee beak.
Snacker becomes snackee.
(Perhaps I better take heed and cut back the chip munching.)

15 September 2014

14 September 2014

Sunlight-Shadow (Interplay), Hamilton, Montana

End-of-summer sunshine makes for perfect hiking in Western Montana‘s forests. 
Well, perfect aside from the need to beware of bears in the vicinity. 
And perhaps bow hunters. 
And maybe moose
But, there are no ticks! 
And the danger of the others can at least be mitigated and prepared for by wearing obvious colour and keeping your eyes and ears open. 

Wherever you are, plan a way to get out into your own patch of nature and enjoy - even (especially?) if that means lolling in your backyard hammock!