A Log of Pristine Places
The light just before a rainstorm is unearthly, particularly in the mountains. Here, the day's last light touches the treetops and illuminates the limestone cliffs overlooking the Smith River. After I took this photo and hiked back to camp, the rain washed over our tent in a steady downpour.
Bitterroot and bergamot are wildflowers native to my two homes, Montana and Wisconsin. In this blog, I'm sharing some places I find magical. Heart-places in Montana and Wisconsin show up randomly here, as well as other spots that have charmed me. These and other pristine places nourish the spirit; we must preserve them. More on this perspective here and here. To explore more "pristine places," check the archives under the photo strip just below.
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