“My mother brought this up in the first week after my father passed away. In a time like that, the past meets you wherever you turn. The days do not use their own hours and minutes, they find ones you have lived through with the person you are missing.” - Jick McCaskill, in English Creek by Ivan Doig (1939-2015), p. 333
27 July 2024
Past And Present - Hilltop Above the Dearborn River, Montana
06 July 2024
Wildflower Seedhead - Bluebird Preserve Trail, Missoula, Montana
"One kind thing is the seed from which a great goodness grows. It is not hope we hold to, Niece. It is belief in the power of that growing goodness. Migwech. Chi migwech."
-Henry Meloux in Windigo Island, Cork O’Connor series by William Kent Krueger, p. 170
04 July 2024
Flag Flying Free - (& Brewery) - Philipsburg, Montana
“A free will is not the liberty to do whatever one likes, but the power of doing whatever one sees ought to be done, even in the very face of otherwise overwhelming impulse. There lies freedom indeed.” -George MacDonald (1824–1905)
23 June 2024
Summer Sunset Leafglow - Missoula, Montana
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west….”
-from Spelt from Sibyl’s Leaves by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889)
14 June 2024
Built To Last - 1901 Cornerstone, Butte, Montana
Strolling downtown Butte, Montana allowed new perspective on this Masonic architectural icon, in perfect conjunction with Monday’s devotional cornerstone analogy. (Thank you, Jennie Allen.)
Also stirs grateful rememberings of turning life corners out of darker trails. (Although I do have a penchant for alley meandering…perhaps more pondering to be had on this one!)
18 May 2024
Fully Present In Spring Garden - Missoula, Montana
“The best way to prepare for what’s ahead is to be present to what is now.”
- Ann Voskamp, in her post “4 Secrets (in Grad Season), At The End of Seasons, When You’re Not Ready for All the Changes”
12 May 2024
Mother’s Day Garden Bouquet - Missoula, Montana
11 May 2024
Mountain Layers, Aerial View - Somewhere Over Western Montana
“It still floors me, how the mountains are not the same any two days in a row. As if hundreds of copies of those mountains exist and each dawn brings in a fresh one, of new color, new prominence of some feature over the others, a different wrapping of cloud or rinse of sun for this day's version.” -Jick McCaskill, in English Creek by Ivan Doig (1939-2015), p. 77







