Police Search For Murder Suspect

Police are searching for a murder suspect in my old neighborhood. The suspect murdered four police offices on Sunday. Heartbreaking. Very Scary. I feel such a strong connection to my old neighborhood. Hearing about such a tragedy makes me want to go home to help any way possible. Hearing the suspect is perhaps hiding in my old neighborhood, perhaps hiding in the park that I have done many stories about, freaks me out.

Breakfast Sliders

We've had turkey in every meal since last Thursday. This morning we made turkey breakfast sliders. For some reason I started thinking about the elk outside the window of the restaurant we had breakfast in one morning at Yellowstone. "There's an elk outside," I said to Krista. "Think he's hungry?" she said. "Nope. Probably not. Not here."

All Along The River

Walking along the Clark Fork River is one of my favorite things. Random. I know.

Pull The Car Over, We Have A Secret

We took a walk along Rock Creek this afternoon after seeing the movie 2012. We have a secret place where we pull the car over along the side of the road allowing Oslo the chance to roam through the head high grass beside a dry creek bed. In four months the field will begin to flood from the spring runoff.

Looking Back, I Would Have Done It Differently

I've been reading my journals from the past few years and looking back, I would have done some things differently. There are no quick solutions to life's complexities and the myriad of challenges we face. I did the best I could under the circumstances. The best thing about life is that you can make changes. You can correct your direction if you find yourself drifting off course. Corrections. I like that.

Great Horned Condiment Owl

Thanksgiving is a holiday that often leaves me feeling a little sad at the end of the day. So much time and energy is dedicated to cooking, making the table perfect and then eating, eating, eating, that after all is said and done I feel a little empty despite being overly full. After all the food is consumed and the table cleared all that remain are the condiments. They stand perfectly aligned, ready for their next assignment but looking as if they might feel a little left out. That's often how Thanksgiving leaves me feeling, left out.

Minnie's Cafe in Thompson Falls, MT

I will eventually get over the loss of my old blog. Until then, I'm trying to re-post some of the images and other news from the past year. This is my favorite image from this year. It's from a small cafe in Thompson Falls called Minnies. I saw this cluster of condiments just as I was leaving. The image reminds me of a family portrait. The different sizes of bottles, like various shapes of people, appear to be arranged as if there's portrait photographer choreographing their movement.