“Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf.” — Aldo Leopold, Thinking Like a Mountain Soda...

The afternoon air leans warm and golden sunlight filters through tree branches near-bare of leaves. I walk the path as it dips down level...

Swing the axe In the hour before daylight Note the sparks That attend to the blade — Jeffrey Foucault, Dishes If I look over the top...

She slowly emerges from the tall grasses at the lip of the crumbling fish ladder. Her head swings from side to side as she surveys the...

If you keep driving: beyond the outskirts, past the horses and hay bales, to the far side of split rail fences and civilization. If you...

Before I begin today’s post, I would like to extend a heartfelt thank you to those following my blog. Welcome to the world of coffee and...

An almost imperceptible shift in the light. A slant of golden, the earth’s turning reflected in sunflowers’ faces. The skies blue again...

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...

after the snow came the wind. after the wind came the rain. after the rain the whole world paused and was swallowed into mist. * * *...

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...

Daybreak reveals a heavy grey blanket of sky, coming to rest just above slate mountains’ rise into icy peaks.  It looks like November. ...

This morning there is rain, a steady drumbeat against the corrugated tin roof, streams pouring out of gutter spouts and a grey mist...

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,...

An unexpected and sudden storm blew in late afternoon last week.  The skies in Montana had been thick with smoke from wildfires burning...

I’ve been on a bit of a Montana-themed reading bender of late: Ivan Doig’s This House of Sky, a whole slew of Jim Harrison’s short...

This morning, I lost my sweet angel Konalani to hemangiosarcoma.  My last post was an attempt to come to grips with the diagnosis: a...

There are moments that remind us, that throw into sharpest relief, just how precious and fleeting life really is.  Moments that make us...

I had pie for breakfast today.  I mean, I didn’t *only* eat pie.  But pie was definitely present.  Maybe topped with a couple of...

Weekends go by so fast.  This one was a good one.  Summer days in Montana, celebrating the best the season has to offer. Saturday began...

There are things we believe.  Things that ground us.  Things that hold us close–more than we can ever hold them.  Things divine, that...