If there’s a place, Canoe there. — Brent Kelly
This is a photo of myself, my big brother Kyle and his granddaughter last August. Oh Yeah.
There is nothing that is so aesthetically pleasing and yet so functional and versatile as the canoe. — Bill Mason
Another day of summer on the lake is time well-spent.
“Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes,
and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all’s right with the world.” ~Ada Louise Huxtable
All the colors of the evening right before us at the Bison Range foot bridge.
Some people walk with both eyes focused on their goal: the highest mountain peak in the range, the fifty-mile marker, the finish line. They stay motivated by anticipating the end of the journey. Since I tend to be easily distracted, I travel somewhat differently–one step at a time, with many pauses in between. –HANNAH NYALA,
If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas. ~~ George Bernard Shaw
Larch Cones quietly wait for spring up where my parents live. Most of the cones face west; I wonder why that is? They must love the sunset as much as I do. I planted this tree when I was in college. It was a very small larch which I found in the woods trying to make it in a very precarious spot. So, I scooped it up and planted the little more than seedling tree. I love that it has tons of cones now. Maybe they will make baby larches… does that make me a surrogate tree-grandma? Oh dear…
Down the path where my brother and his wife live I stroll. They were gone on a trip back east so I watered the plants inside their house and the music studio. The vast array of rocks he has lying around the shop are starting to peek through the snow. Below is a rock my brother sand-blasted with one of his favorite quotes by Thoreau. The snow is melting only for the time being – as a reminder for us to keep on, keeping on with courage and heart. Soon that message will be layered with white once again– a whisper of wisdom underneath a blanket of snow.
And, the woodpile of cottonwood logs is very neatly stacked for those very cold winter days when it is below zero. Not today! The woodpile houses many small critters and the chickadees like to search for bugs here.
The Scamp’s winter home this year is in my parents’ driveway. The Scamp really cannot wait for Spring break in April. We have a ways to go until then…. brrr. It was colder inside the Scamp that day than it was outside. How can that be? Oh yes, and if we ever decide to do any winter camping we will have to switch out the memory foam mattress; it is hard as a rock!
photo by Caitlin Carroll
I started playing ukulele first for 2 years from age 9 to 11 and got my first guitar and got inspired by blues I heard on the radio that turned me on and I started learning myself.
I think my first instrument was a ukulele that they gave me. I used to know how to play that pretty well.
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I’ll never see a tree at all.
–OGDEN NASH Song of the Open Road
The light in the larch beckons a walk in the woods even though it is raining. The colors of the day are washed brighter by the wet weather.
Sometimes the path leads into the sunset with clearing skies. Soon this will all be covered with snow.
At times the path could lead out onto the water….
These were taken at the junction to the 18 mile road below Roger’s Pass on the east side last week. This view is looking towards the Rocky Mountain Front in Montana off the Bean Lake Road. See more Sky Watch Friday photos and thanks to all those who maintain the site and contribute their beautiful photos of earthly sky.
Meandering leads to perfection.
– Lao Tzu
Matthew and I rode our bikes out to the track & football field last evening; we waited around for about 40 minutes for the moon rise. Hmmm, tapping foot. Where is it? It was a lovely evening but the wind was picking up from the northwest. Silly us, we became impatient and cold, so then we decided to ride back to the house. Five minutes later here she comes over the Jocko ridge. So, Sara and Alasdair took the camera with big lens and tripod over a few blocks and got this shot – it’s so nice to have staff! Well done you two.
“I don’t know if there are men on the moon, but if there are they must be using the earth as their lunatic asylum” George Bernard Shaw
There are two friends I am continually thinking about today: Edith and Jane are fighting hard battles with cancer. Please keep these two beautiful women in your prayers. One lives in Wisconsin and the other just down the road from us.
Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark journey with us. Oh be swift to love, make haste to be kind. Henri Frederic Amiel