Showing posts with label old fence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old fence. Show all posts
14 February 2014
Tenacious, East Missoula, Montana
A long time past, some bold soul passing marked their unique print on this old neighborhood fence. And through all the weathering years, their mark held fast and declared their nameless influence to any traveler of alleys and paths less taken.
And so it is with those who love, in everyday deed and truth. Even if their name escapes memory, their strong example leaves a clinging and distinct imprint, un-erased by life’s roughest seasons. When threatened by discouragement and status quo, we can choose to follow the trail they've marked toward undeterred truth, and be heartened.
So provoked, the road we travel is forever altered, and we are ever thankful.
Happy Valentine's Day.
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04 January 2012
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”
20 November 2011
Winter Has Arrived in Missoula
Well, the weather outside wasn't frightful, just pretty cold! At least it kept the neighborhood watch from coming outside to tell me to move my car out of the No Parking zone...& this is why there are no specifics of this location!
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