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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  • Autumn evenings

    09.28.18 I was in a photography workshop years ago–or maybe a painting class–in which the instructor…

  • Autumn mornings

    09.25.18 As the Harvest Moon beams out over the lake this morning, it looks like fireflies…

  • Bumpy Landing

    09.21.18 It was a bumpy landing into home, as I brought back a nasty virus I…

  • September

      09.04.18 SEPTEMBER By Dorothy Lawrenson This far north, the harvest happens late. Rooks go clattering…

  • New weather

    08.27.18 With snow falling in the high country, Joy posted this quote on her Facebook page:…

  • Making it through

    08.22.18 Lost, by Carl Sandburg Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where fog…

  • Go jump in the lake!

    08.13.18 Well, we survived the “Excessive Heat Wave”.  Maybe, that’s as hot as it’s going to…

  • Cat days of summer

    08.09.18 The next couple of days are predicted to be the hottest days of summer–they say…

  • Babies

    08.05.18 Do we ever stop fretting over our babies–even when all three of them are in…

  • Hanging on to summer

    08.01.18 My daughter, Joy, told me that she’d better not see me writing on my blog…