Yellowstone River Paradise Valley, Montana

Ron and I and dogs went down to the river to play the other day. It was so good to be outside finally, without gloves, temps around 40, a little wind. It did not make me think spring, I just enjoyed the welcome contrast, the reprieve from the blowzy-freezy stuff we have dealt with so much lately.  Just being outside without ski mask, boots, etc.

The coat I have on in the photo is rose red, soft wool with a great hood, and long enough arms for once, which I quickly grabbed off a rack at the Community Closet. If any of our dear readers recognizes it—I love it! Already broken in, feels like a hug, and it holds a lot of stuff in the pockets—I get lots of compliments and it’s a wonder that you surrendered it at all. but that is the fun of second hand stores, a great circle of giving and a kick when you find just what you need or simply want, for only a few bucks.

My red arms “hold the history of the earth” to quote a comment on this photo by a friend. And there is nothing so authentic and “made in Montana” as river rocks. I collected the ones that I am holding because I saw faces or scenes in them while my husband Ron, a true rock hound, picks up rocks because they have unusual geological significance but we appreciate each others finds. I have already sketched those faces on a couple and plan to paint some. Next rock hunt, and for those of you who want to, you’ll be glad you remembered to take a bucket.

Someone commented that the ice slabs in this photo are called  “floes.” I Googled ice floes and found a long list of terms for ice formation variations. I looked for the right one so that I could impress readers with facts, and I liked this one…“Icefoot,” which has 2 meanings: A narrow fringe of ice attached to the coast, unmoved by tides and remaining after the fast ice has moved away. Or, and I favor this one— Sasquatch competing in Olympic figure skating, [snort, giggle…] Close but no cigar? Okay! An ice slab is still an ice slab by any other name, and all this will be null and void anyway because by the time this issue comes out there will probably…not be any i.c.e. left on the river?

I enjoy my photo blog for the interesting and always positive input from commenters who have become as friends, all over the world, and I enjoy reciprocating the praise, which is another circle of giving. I credit my British blog friend Ronnie for the cool comment about this photo: “I am holding the history of the world in my arms,” as well as another who informed me about the “floe” bit.  If you want to take a casual photo stroll around Paradise Valley, here is the blog:

These past few weeks we have been laying around near the wood burner—Ron and me and dogs and parrots—reading a lot, sometimes listening to classical music and dozing, getting up to go swimming at Chico, or walking when the wind occasionally forgets to challenge us. Like bears we have gone within for some needed hibernation. But I feel like I am dreaming while I hibernate when I walked around the beach looking for faces in million year old river rocks. It put me in an ageless right-brained frame of mind like where little kids naturally live — in the Now— a very nice place to hang out.