"Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place. "
Sunday was surprisingly rainy, thanks to an unexpected warm before the storms blow down from Canada.
But a wee bit of precipitation didn’t keep my friend, J., and me from our photo outing to West Fish Creek, near Alberton, Montana.
As my sainted mother would say, with a smile, “You’re not made of sugar, are you?”