Finding Home in Montana

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.” Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator

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  • After the storm

    10.03.19 It is always wonderful when we return to the lake from the West.  As we…

  • And, now, Autumn

    09.24.19 “I am made for autumn.  Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about…

  • Nearing the Fall equinox

    09.18.19 “September, the bed we lie in between Summer and Autumn”–Charles Wright There are some early-bird…

  • End of summer rains

      09.10.19 Wow, has it been raining.  I don’t know that I’ve ever seen so much…

  • Leaving summer behind

    09.02.19 Now it is September and soon the sky will be “exchanging its gold for brass…

  • Losing light

    08.25.19 I follow the blog of an architect in England–a brilliant writer and photographer who documents…

  • Late Summer

    08.18.19 “August rain:  the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born.…

  • High point in summer

    08.04.19 There is always a point in early August when it feels like we are stopped…

  • Sailing along through summer

    07.18.19 “There is nothing — absolutely nothing — half so much worth doing as simply messing…

  • Summer naps

    07.13.19 “I count it as an absolute certainty that in paradise, everyone naps. A nap is…