01 July 2016

Striped Grain Fields, Almost In Canada - Near Shelby, Montana

Happy Canada Day!
Today's photo was taken on a recent trip north, about a half hour before we crossed into the Motherland (i.e. Canada, at least for me; The Best Husband Ever exploits this for wisecrackery - and still manages to keep his TBHE title!).
Some people seer flat-and-boring when they travel through the farmlands of northern Montana and southern Alberta. (You can imagine the backseat chatter: "Are we there yet?"; "What do you mean, 'there's not another rest stop for an hour-&-a-half'?!") 
But I see miles upon gently rolling miles of serenity - all the way to the far, big-skied horizon - especially later in the summer when the sunlight catches the tops of wind-waved tall grain. It's the same calm I feel looking out in ocean waves, or at a wide stretch of river or lake.  Interestingly, neuroscience supports this effect - read more here. And then get outdoors this weekend to find a serenity scene of your very own! 
(Or even a serenity hammock will do.)

30 June 2016

Indomitable Dandelions - Fountain Paint Pot Trail, Yellowstone NationalPark

"The miracles of nature do not seem miracles because they are so common. If no one had ever seen a flower, even a dandelion would be the most startling event in the world."

- Unknown Source (which drives me a little bit nuts to have to, please, if you know the source of this lovely observation, help me out with some intel!)

28 June 2016

Alive And Needed - Lolo, Montana

"Don’t ask what the world needs. 
Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. 
Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

Howard Thurman (1899-1981)

27 June 2016

Hi-Line Freight Trains - Shelby, Montana

"Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him."
 - Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890-1969)

26 June 2016

Paint-the-World Pots - Yellowstone National Park

"Dream delivers us to dream, 
and there is no end to illusion. 
Life is a train of moods 
like a string of beads, 
and, as we pass through them, 
they prove to be many-colored lenses 
which paint the world their own hue, and 
each shows only what lies in its focus. " 

- Ralph Waldo Emerson, from Essay ll, Experience