Inversion
Inversion by Laura A. Munson It’s lonely in February with just one woodpecker and a few chickadees against the grey. They call it inversion. Our valley is flanked by the Whitefish Range—foothills to...
View ArticleWet Day
There is something fiercely gratifying about hearing a sump pump working below you, every four or five minutes motoring from the basement bowels, and then the spilling waters leaving what could have...
View ArticleArizona Healing
Yesterday, I watched the sun rise over the snowy sharp peaks of Glacier National Park from a small airplane window…and followed it as it gave shadows to the Rockies all the way to Denver, and then...
View ArticleSweet Home Chicago Pummeled
Play this from iconic weatherman (and one of my personal idols), Tom Skilling while you gasp at these photos of Chicago, my home town. This is insane even by Montana standards! I remember the blizzard...
View ArticleGratitude on Ice: A Montana Lesson (ode to a crampon)
I’m going to bullet-point the last hour of my life, just for shits and giggles. Mostly the former. • 10:00 Depart house to drive teenaged daughter to bus for state-wide speaking competition. Discuss...
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