Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
The little town of Wilsal, Montana is not far from where I grew up so I've driven by this barn several times in my life. Finally, I was going through Wilsal and saw it again in the warm glow of the setting summer sun and stopped to take a photograph. The sky was such a pretty blue and the grass was so green I though that I'd probably never come by again when it was this rich in color.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
I already miss the summer.
The huge rolling clouds are my favorite part of summer in Montana. In the winter, there are no defined clouds like these. Mostly, the entire sky is gray in the winter. Boring. It's the definition in the clouds that makes them beautiful.