A Log of Pristine Places
There's a mysterious feeling to a northern lake when the breeze dies down and the water becomes a mirror image of its surroundings. Even in a small lake, water has endless dimensions depending on wind, heat or cold, hour of the day, color of the sky.
Taken in the Swan Valley south of Glacier Park.
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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