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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  • Spring rains

    03.28.17 I had planned to talk about Spring this morning, by posting a photo I took…

  • Spring-ish

    03.23.17 “Jailbreak” by Maya Spector It’s time to break out — Jailbreak time. Time to punch…

  • Celestial skies

    03.19.17 Tomorrow, at just about the time we wake up, is the vernal equinox, and the…

  • Time travel

    03.13.17 On Saturday, March 11, at 6:00 a.m., in the dark, we left the hotel and…

  • Bon voyage!

    02.27.17 “Winter is not over!” read the forecast a few days ago and it’s been snowing…

  • Melting snow

    02.21.17 I’ve become bored with reading the weather forecasts, after what feels like such a long…

  • Happy Valentine’s Day

    02.14.17 There are mornings that are just perfect, and how lovely that this one started out…

  • Into the trees

    02.12.17 “A place is not a place is not a place. Places assume meanings as we…

  • HYGGE (hooga)

    02.10.17 Yesterday, when the snow turned to rain, hard rain, and even the ski area across…

  • February

    02.07.17 “February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can…