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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  • Goodbye, January

    01.31.17 In this new year, I’ve kinda committed to go through each month’s photographs, and cull…

  • Trudging through January

    01.27.17 Man, this feels like the ‘Winter of Our Discontent’, though I know the weather is…

  • The Crazies

    01.19.17 The Crazies–one of the dramatic island mountain ranges which dot the Montana landscape.  Joy is…

  • Fog

    01.15.17 “In nature, everything has a job.  The job of the fog is to beautify further…

  • January nights

    01.10.17 It was an interesting storm the past couple of days.  We started out at nine…

  • January

    01.04.17 “No animal, according to the rules of animal-etiquette, is ever expected to do anything strenuous,…

  • Christmas trees

    12.30.16 Years ago, there were often times I took the tree down the day after Christmas.…

  • Merry Christmas

    12.25.16 This photo was central to my Christmas cards this year–the ones I never sent out.…

  • Winter Solstice 2016

    12.21.16 A warm front blew in on big winds and knocked down tons of the snow.…

  • The Christmas Cat

    12.17.16 “Christmas can never go by without my remembering a certain little cat.“–The Christmas Day Kitten…