Monday, February 28, 2011

Prairie moon ...

One more quick photo from my recent eastbound Amtrak journey across northern Montana ... an almost-full moon over a lonesome farm in the Milk River valley, somewhere between Havre and Malta.

Posted by Mark at 8:00 AM
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5 comments:

  1. The Farmer's WifeMarch 1, 2011 at 8:25 PM

    It's like looking out my window...

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  2. MarkMarch 1, 2011 at 8:38 PM

    And it's gorgeous, isn't it? :)

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  3. EilidhApril 15, 2011 at 5:15 PM

    ...an ocean of blue snow. I remember the winter nights up on the Hi-line around Shelby: absolutely serene, moon glancing off snow, stars dancing off of it when the moon was new. There was no darkness.

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  4. MarkApril 16, 2011 at 7:16 AM

    The nighttime in that country can be so very dramatic. Sometimes, as you said, there's really no darkness at all ... and other times, its blacker than anyone who lives in a city can possibly imagine. The power and vastness of the universe, revealed in two completely different ways ...

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  5. EilidhApril 16, 2011 at 8:05 PM

    Exactly...Norman Maclean said it best: "Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it." The entirety of existence in the fastness of a northern prairie. And a river did run through mine.

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