Bittersweet

I just got back from a road trip to Washington state where we spent time north of Spokane at a friend's remote cabin and then onward to a music festival on Monday. I'd never seen so many different kinds of hummingbirds in one spot, sometimes seeing ten at the feeder at a time. One of my memories of spending time at my grandparents house in Omaha, NE in the summer was watching the hummingbirds at the feeder. Midway through our stay, I got a phone call that my Grandfather, who was 93, had passed away. He was the last of my four grandparents to go. He was an amazing, witty, loving man who I will miss dearly.

The Owls

I got a random phone call tonight from a friend who lives on ninth street island, telling me about a family of Great Horned Owls perched in a tree near their house. I've been waiting a long time to see some owls here. I guess it was my lucky night.

Stuck on Winter

Although its May in Montana, winter holds on here like molasses in January.

Warren's Clothesline

Fade Back to White

I watched this osprey being harassed by a magpie and a raven on this fifth morning of waking up to snow...

Tesoro Refined

Here is one last post from the recent trip to Washington. Taken from the car window, full speed ahead to the ferry in Anacortes and unaware of the total crude oil capacity of 115,000 barrels per day supplying gasoline to surrounding Washington and Oregon...

Crow's Feet