The best summer ever?

w: Margaret

The best summer ever?

As I walked down the street today with the arc of a brilliant blue sky overhead and warm breeze I suddenly felt it….the sense of complete freedom. Of a summer without the usual cares of everyday life. And just as suddenly my fingers and toes tingled with excitement. I felt truly alive. Connected with everything. When was the last time I felt that way? I’m ashamed to admit that I can’t actually remember. I’m reminded of the line from Thoreau about most men leading lives of quiet desperation. That thought was followed almost immediately by U2’s Beautiful Day popping into my head. Life at the moment seems to be a succession of truly beautiful days.

Travels over the past 10 days have ranged far and wide across this part of Montana. From ghost towns to towns of fading beauty. Remnants of past mining booms. All painted with a certain melancholy.

Last Sunday we went to the tiny town of Augusta for their annual rodeo – a photography school staple each year. Cowboys. Hmmm….what is it about a guy in jeans, boots and a cowboy hat with that nonchalant swagger and easy charm? A day of great fun and photography.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them

Henry David Thoreau

Saturday evening found us at Ninepipes Nature Reserve – a stunning wetland area north of Missoula. We were hoping to capture the sunset over the mountains and lakes but this trip wasn’t to be successful on the photography front. Just an excuse to return another day. And to stop in for a beer and food at a local bar nearby.

Yesterday we headed south to an area called Beaverhead with a brief stop in Philipsburg (home of the infamous candy shop….where I just had to buy some handmade marshmallows dipped in chocolate and rolled in toasted coconut. Yes, they are every bit as delicious as they sound!). After the exhilaration of watching storms roll across the mountains, we stumbled upon a fascinating ghost town called Coolidge where we found ourselves under attack from hordes of mosquitoes. But persisted in our photographic endeavours undaunted.We’re almost professionals after all 🙂

This week also saw us get into the studio for the first time. A daunting experience. But I guess the more we do it the easier it will become.

I know I’m always going to treasure this summer as a special time. A time of discovery shared with some very special people. The place, the people and the experience here will, I know, change my life forever.

Here’s to living with passion and following our bliss. It really is a beautiful day.

 

 

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