17 October 2018

Prison Made (Not the Zephyr) - Helena, Montana

The 1948 Lincoln Zephyr's detailed trunk latch is pretty sweet - but just as intriguing is the vintage Prison Made license plate.
Montana issued its first “Prison Made” vehicle license plate in 1928, pulling production from costly out of state makers. 
Check out Sean R. Heavey's colourful plate sampling here in his post from February 3, 2017. 
Even though the “Prison Made” stamp was only a feature from 1939 to 1957, Montana Correctional Enterprises at Deere Lodge state prison continues to manufacture the ever-expanding variety of Montana license plates - and a host of other products that you can view here.

16 October 2018

Zephyr Unity Lights - Helena, Montana

Like a siren call, I was drawn back to a few shots of the 1948 Lincoln Zephyr we saw at an estate auction earlier this month, in Helena, Montana, so please bear with me. 

The detail of the chrome engraving is such a thing of fine beauty - it speaks of time when careful attention to detail was more the norm. I like to think it was a more gracious time in general - a distinct contrast to the caterwauling going on in our present-day media and politics, which saddens and annoys me to no end. 

But I realize it was also a harder time for the bulk of people in our countries. Maybe that's what's missing - a drastic decline in hard physical labour and deprivatious conditions allows for.excess foolish and uncivil blather...but I digress, and so leave you to ponder the calming chrome - engraved with the one elegant word: Unity.
(Hmmm...shinier shades of the Lorax, perhaps...?)

08 October 2018

Fences Not For Sitting Upon - Bitterroot Valley, Montana

Today's view is a guest post courtesy of Sis #3, whose recent activities noted at underscore that she definitely has not had time to sit on a fence of indecision, or even the more pleasant kind with a view.Thanks, sis, for sharing a fond family legend (which may exist with different details in the minds of other siblings!)

This barbed wire fence with aging fence posts caught my eye and stirred me to pondering.   

Fence sitting has long been eschewed as the trade of procrastinators and slackers. But maybe those who have never sat upon a fence,  contemplating their options, enjoying the activity around them, have only ever had a prickly uncomfortable fence at their disposal.  Think about it. 

TBLSE (The Best Little Sister Ever) reminded me of a fence-sitting incident from childhood which was all fine and dandy ... until I attempted to dismount the fence I had chosen to perch upon.

Our weekend-farmer father was doctoring some yearling cattle, dispensing medicine and ear tags, and cutting horns. Perched atop the rail fence,  his curiously observant offspring had been strongly cautioned to remain quiet and still so as not to startle the already freaked-out steers, who could bolt and cause bodily harm to our Dad.

My 9ish-year-old-self decided to quietly climb down off the rail fence, not noticing the coil of barbed wire on the fence post, the end of which somehow caught under my jacket and deeply scratched my tummy.  The scar remains to this day - but I am proud to say not a peep escaped - I remained quietly weeping crocodile tears until the work was finished and Dad could safely doctor my wound.

05 October 2018

Lincoln Zephyr - Helena, Montana

A few days after I returned home from India, The Best Husband Ever had a wild hair to jaunt over to Helena, Montana, and check out an estate auction that included numerous classic cars which had been stored in a barn for decades. 
Jet-lag stupour not-withstanding, of course I said yes! -  partly because I was intrigued as to what could induce a man who shies obsessively away from buying stuff to subject himself to an estate auction! (Turns out, he'd never been to one before....)

A good time was had by all - and we did not bring home a classic car project, or anything else, for that matter ( whew!).
(By the way, the 1948 Lincoln Zephyr V12 went for $42k or thereabouts - a little rich for us.)

04 October 2018

Dreamy Haze - Missoula, Montana

Well, I suppose it's been an eventful fall thus far...and it's rather interesting how much can change in a few weeks' time.

When I flew out to India early in September 2018, the Missoula-area mountains were layered with drifting smoke from regional and faraway wildfires (pictured).
In the few weeks I was away, I missed out on the gentle early-stage transition of summer to autumn, hallmarked by sunny days and crisp, clear evenings. 
But there remains plenty of gorgeous, leafy colour change to enjoy, even though skies are now defaulting to cloudy - to which my inner Pollyanna says, "At least there's no more smoke from fires!" (You go girl.)

If the mention of India travel caught your attention, you can check out some of our trip highlights at  I'm still processing the nudging changes God continued working in my heart during this journey. The trip was amazing, yet it's good to be back in Montana. And it seems a bit unreal that I was ever away across the world enmeshed in a whole other experience of daily life - kind of like the dreamy, hazy view in today's pic
Anyway, in the midst of my ongoing mental masticating, I'll endeavor to more regularly share views of this gorgeous place my heart calls home.

06 September 2018

28 August 2018

Tree Song - Missoula, Montana

"A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. 
But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent,
 their songs never cease."

- John Muir (1838-1914)

21 August 2018

Lingering Smoke - East Missoula, Montana

Hazing smoke amongst the in-town trees and buildings for the past couple weeks was cleared by yesterday's rainfall, but it still lingers in the surrounding mountains. 
We're extremely thankful to not have flames visible in Missoula's backyard wilderness this summer, and pray for calm rains to fall in Glacier National Park, British Columbia, California, and multiple other areas of the country that are still burning.

31 July 2018

Alliteration Illustrated - Stevensville, Montana

My favourite guest-poster strikes again! Big thanks to Pat Richards for sharing her thoughts and visuals from their recent Montana visit.
Alliteration Illustrated
The babbling brook bubbles by.
And indeed it did!
Musically mesmerizing my soul.
Relaxation music courtesy of Mother Nature

While the Bitterroot River can hardly be termed a brook, simply sitting on a rock watching and listening as it flows by is one of my favorite Montana pastimes.   
- Pat

26 July 2018

Repetition - Missoula, Montana

Practice builds habits
Our habits are our character
When it comes to virtue, practice “makes a very great difference — or rather, all the difference.” 
- Eric Greitens, Resilience

(Y'all think some deep thoughts, now, on how repetition and resilience and bees and coneflower patterns all tie together...then let me know how you connected these particular dots!)