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It's been a ride here, friends. A good one... I've decided to hang up the reins for now on my column "Cowgirl Ramblings" and turn the page on this chapter of my book. My life is a little busy, my words are feeling a bit redundant and things have changed enough for me over the last couple of years, that I just feel it's time.... time for new beginnings, fresh ideas and untried goals. Seeley Lake and the surrounding communities, Ovando, Condon and Potomac, will always be home - the place where...
"Baby sister, I was born game, and I intend to go out that way." ~ Rooster Cogburn (John Wayne) "True Grit" It's a funny, enlightening, scary and humbling thing to write out a list of things you feel you're good and bad at. I did this recently. I will tell you, there were direct correlations and similarities between the two contradictions. I realize I'm pretty darn good at drinking coffee until it's an acceptable time to drink wine. I'm good at laughing at inappropriate things at even more...
The foamy sweat rolls under the curry comb as I watch each line the blade makes in the red color of your winter coat. It's unusually warm for January. You cock your hip and lick your lips standing quietly, eyes slit against the sun. My hand runs through the course and knotted mix of gray, red, white, ambers and black hair that makes up your mane. I let my knuckles catch in the knots and lean in, resting my head against you. I feel the weight of my thoughts dissipate, fading off with the gentle...
Coming home always stirs up memories. Traveling down old roads in favorite, familiar places does that. I let my mind run its course through those memories, linger in the dents and curves and worn edges of my heart and soul, and I just... smile. It comes to mind that the best thing about these memories is that they feel comfortable and happy and worn... Worn like the faded color of the photograph of my grandpa smiling back from atop his favorite black and white pinto. Worn like the grayed and...
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive- to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” -Marcus Aurelius Life. It’s unexplained; the highs and lows, the ebb and flow of good and bad, the mixed bag of emotions inside of us. It’s just life. But one of the most difficult things to come to terms with is your fellow man’s input on your life. Their perception and thoughts of you impact you far more than you should ever allow. We live in a society that plays on and profits from our self-doubt. We are who we are,...
It was a hot, high noon in July as I topped Pyramid Pass headed down canyon on an eight-day backcountry trip to the heart of the Bob Marshall. I'd seen the burn scar late last fall after the fires subsided. I knew the devastation that lay ahead, but as I rode through it with fresh eyes of summer, I felt my heart strings twinge and the insurmountable lump in my throat form. I worked to fight back tears as my eyes took in the charred landscape sending more heart pangs deep in my chest and feeling...
"We take pictures as a return ticket to a moment otherwise gone." ~ Unknown People ask me how I got into photography. I've always loved the same things as the next person... the pretty, scenic overlooks, rugged mountains, showy morning and evening skies... but when I moved to Havre a few years back, I couldn't see the forest for the trees. I couldn't see definition or change in landscapes or find beauty in the old, brown wheat rows. I had to look for it and you know how it goes when you look too...
