"Rivers are magnets for the imagination, for conscious pondering
and subconscious dreams, thrills, fears. People stare into... captivated, as they are when gazing into a fire. What is it that draws and holds us?
The rivers' reflections of our lives and experiences are endless ..."- From Lifelines, by Tim Palmer This week, western Montana vacillates betwixt freeze and slightly less so, hence this lovely reflective sheen of water atop the brooding, moody ice.
These wildweeds have progressively bloomed along my lunchtime walk route for the past couple of weeks. The float and shift of seeming whitecaps in a hovering-shimmer sea of anchored green stems draws the eye, compelling me to (finally!) stop for a photo.
If you don’t mind climbing a fence, this a side road to the Daly Mansion grounds, just east of Hamilton, Montana. (Just for the record, it’s been a lot of years since I took this route.)
Cottonwoods love to have their feet near water. We spied this bosky stand while walking along the road above a natural depression that features a seasonal pond, which will soon be filling up.
(Bosky - it's even fun to say.)