Wonder-Land - Missoula, Montana

"Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder."

 - E.B. White (1899-1985)

In Retrospect - Missoula, Montana

"If I had it to do over again, I'd floss more. 

And maybe eat less candy. 
Maybe,"

Aspen Dusk - Missoula, Montana

"The light is amber, the air still... Soon, the hooded blue of dusk will fall, followed by the darkness of night and the sky writing of the stars, indecipherable to us mortals, despite our attempts to force narrative upon them."
- from The Dream Lover by Elizabeth Berg

Simply Temporary - Missoula, Montana

"Purity and simplicity are the two wings with which man soars above the earth and all temporary nature." 
- Thomas a Kempis (1380-1471)

SciFi Fungi - Further Down Grant Creek Trail, Missoula, Montana

A guy walks into the doctor's office.

A carrot stuck in one of his ears, a cucumber in the other ear, and a mushroom stuck in one nostril. 

The man says, "Doc, this is terrible. What's wrong with me?" 

The doctor says, "Well, first of all, you need to eat more sensibly." 


(Aaaand that's all the silliness for today! 
This mushroom was intensely interesting - the velvety-looking texture (of course I didn't touch it!) of the top combined with its swooping curves brought to mind a manta ray swimming. But the layered sections and lines also could inspire fantastic design for an intergalactic spaceship. 
Any other dreamy fungi thoughts out there?)

Autumn Mushrooms 1 - Along Grant Creek Trail, Missoula, Montana

Q: Why does Ms. Mushroom go out with Mr. Mushroom? 

(Profound thought for the day, I know!)

A: Because he is a fungi (fun guy)! 

And Then We Were Two - Greenough Park, Missoula, Montana

"Social media has given us this idea that we should all have a posse of friends when in reality, if we have one or two really good friends, we are lucky." - Brene Brown

Recycling Hope - Bitterroot River, Hamilton, Montana

"You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen." 

- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast