Falling In Love
I’ve been in love with Montana from the moment of my first, spectacular view of it from atop Thompson Pass. And like Steinbeck’s, this love affair defies analysis. Is it the “great splash of grandeur” (Steinbeck again) this state embodies? Perhaps, but it seems to me there is also a different energy here than any other place I’ve known. I can’t capture it with a camera, but if you’ve spent any time at all in Montana, perhaps your own experience will breathe a little of it into these photos.
Falling in Love in Philipsburg
Stu looked up from his paper and greeted me as I approached the door of the Sweet Palace. I smiled and said, "I'm told I can get lost in here." He looked me over and replied, "I suspect you'll find your way out. Bring me something." The treat I handed him when I emerged earned me an introduction to his dog and an invitation to sit on his bench. We talked for two hours, then he bought me a milkshake. You never know how you'll make a new friend.