and just like that, two more seasons have come and gone. the sweet summer, sunlit and green; the fall, golden and resplendent. the...

Easter morning clouds swirl low over the mountains, encircling peaks in wreathing mist, tumbling down to the valley floor. The air heavy...

The winter was so hard and cold, Froze ten feet ’neath the ground. — Grateful Dead, “Dire Wolf” The winter: Cold and long, even by north...

Walking along an ice rink road riddled with puddles, there is a whisper in the air; an undercurrent. Spring is not here yet in the north...

In late October, I returned to Montana after a rather lengthy absence. I returned in time to see the last of the fall colors, ochers and...

Autumn has arrived.  I was away on travel for just over a week, and when I returned the season had changed.  Days and nights cool,...