Bitterroot River Autumn Haze, Woodside, Montana

Supposedly, this week will bring rain to Montana, or even snow, to damp down the smoke that's hung over the Bitterroot mountains for the past couple months.

Old Barn No.472, Woodside, Montana

Have I mentioned the beautiful views on the way to my sister's house?
This one is almost a Montana postcard cliche, but I still like it.
I'm drawn to imagine that the original builder of this barn fastened the last shingle, then proudly looked around the homestead he was carving out, seeing only meadows and mountains - not another house for miles and miles, & barely a town on the valley floor.

Bitterroot River, Sinuous Roots, Woodside, Montana - Colour

The amazing thing about this view at the Woodside Cutoff river access - as with so many in Montana - is that you can be dazzled without even having to leave the parking lot.
And, in case you wonder, yes, the slanting sun slathered on all that glorious gold in real life.

So, now that you can view both the colour and B&W versions, "What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember, this is for posterity so be honest. How do you feel? " - Count Rugen

Bitterroot River, Sinuous Roots, Woodside, Montana - BW

For you detail folk, please don't get hung up thinking this shot needs straightening; I obsessed enough for both of us and the far trees are vertical when lined up to a grid. Just enjoy the sinuous curves pulling you in further.
Since I couldn’t decide between a black-and-white or full colour version, you’ll also get to see the colour rendition, if you tune in tomorrow (same bat-time, same bat-channel). (Pretty please, say you will.)

Bitterroot Views, Teller Wildlife Refuge, Woodside, Montana

I figure I have another month where I can tromping around on the rocks by the river without having to worry about disturbing snakes beneath my feet. (Trust me, this is a little unnerving.)

Autumn’s Leftovers, Woodside, Montana

With spring’s arrival promised soon (by primroses in the grocery store), it’s kinda surprising to see autumn’s detritus still so readily at hand.

Just Over the Fence, Woodside, Montana

“At least Montana is the prettiest place in the world to work yourself to death, ay?” - Lucas Barclay in Ivan Doig’s “Dancing At the Rascal Fair”