Friday, August 28, 2015
second annual wilderness walk east of Billings to a lovely butte speckled with petroglyphs, overlooking the sweeping sagebrush prairie. I had a great group this year--and it was a beautiful day of hiking under the big, blue Montana sky. I was thinking about it again after my last Eastern Wildlands meeting.
"In the end we will conserve only what we love; we will love only what we understand; and we will only understand what we are taught." Baba Dioum
Keleigh and Eli, for the mountain goats and the marmots, for the huckleberries and the rosy pussytoes. We're all in this thing together.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Monday, August 24, 2015
|Great Horned Owls|
|Mallard and ducklings|
Harlequin DucksBut, in the end, I gave the overall coolness award to the elegant and commanding Great Blue Heron. They are beautiful on their tall, slender legs with their long, shaggy neck plumes catching the breeze. In addition to looks, they are large and often conspicuous making them easy to watch--even with the naked eye. They have offered me some of the most interesting bird behavior viewing I've seen. We've spent hours watching them poised in utter stillness as they hunt and then, in a flash, spear a fish and toss it back in one fluid motion. We watched them improbably bounce about the tops of evergreen trees, swaying with the boughs, building nests.
|Cliff and Bank Swallows|
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
I ultimately wrote the poem down on a scrap of paper--we were at a fair vending tie-dye at the time and I didn't have my journal handy. Matt, in an uncharacteristic I'm-going-to-organize-our-paperwork mood, cleaned out the papers after the show and I've never been able to find the poem since.
Its interesting because I compose a lot of poems in my head that I never bother to write down. They are transient poetry, here and gone, just like, well, pretty much everything in this world. Me, mountains, meadowlarks.... So, it strikes me as funny that one I actually bothered to set to paper has also ended up a transient piece of poetry, here and gone, just like that.
I suspect it was recycled. So it goes.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
|Gray Jay (a.k.a. Camp Robber)|
|Matt standing in the ravine taking in the view through the bridge's arch.|
|The tree at center in the photo above is the spruce growing on the bridge. Its so impressive to me that its made such a good perch out of the bridge considering the soil and wind conditions.|
Monday, August 17, 2015
I don't really know why I started cutting my leafy green things like that. I don't remember seeing someone else do it. I don't remember reading about it. It just seemed natural to me. It was an easy way to get finely cut greens, especially when dealing with an absolute abundance coming out of the garden. It works for tiny basil leaves to jumbo Swiss chard leaves bigger than my head. Its a great cutting technique. It just made sense to me.
How to Chiffonade
Make a stack of greens, somewhere between three and a dozen leaves.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
better than I expected. They're still trickling in....to my morning bowl of oatmeal. Yay! I love it when things exceed my expectations. And taste so good doing it!
|Montana-grown oats, homegrown strawberries, and a glass of apple juice we pressed from local apples. What a way to start the day!|