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 country, but there is a promise in the breeze. Hold on just a little longer, says the wind to the buds that have begun to swell on the trees. … Continue reading perpetual motion
after the snow came the wind. after the wind came the rain. after the rain the whole world paused and was swallowed into mist. * * * The wind howls down the mountainsides under a starlight-pricked sky. Shrubs throw themselves against windows already shuddering from the gusts’ might, and I lay awake listening to the … Continue reading after the snow
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 golds deepening into late-autumn glory. I returned, and soon it snowed. And it snowed. And it snowed. I stood one evening watching out the window as thick flakes softly … Continue reading reflections on winter
Daybreak reveals a heavy grey blanket of sky, coming to rest just above slate mountains’ rise into icy peaks. It looks like November. Filtered light makes its way through, silhouetting skeletal trees, whispering across brittle, tawny grasses breaking through the snow’s thin crust. We’re easing into winter this year. Cold, snowy days followed by mild, … Continue reading November Sky
This morning there is rain, a steady drumbeat against the corrugated tin roof, streams pouring out of gutter spouts and a grey mist blanketing the hills. Yesterday afternoon the the impending cold front was palpable: the air still warm, but the wind stirring leaves from the trees and clouds slowly moving in across the sky. … Continue reading Orbit
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, crispness floating in the air. Every here and there, a cluster of leaves bright yellow amidst the otherwise deep green foliage. The light slants to golden, illuminating everything it brushes … Continue reading Harvest
An unexpected and sudden storm blew in late afternoon last week. The skies in Montana had been thick with smoke from wildfires burning across the West, and the sun hung low and red in a hazy sky. There wasn’t much daylight left for the evening dog walk, so I leashed Pono up and we stepped … Continue reading Blowin’ in the Wind
