“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.” – Norman Maclean
As I’m sitting on my couch watching the snowflakes fall, I was inspired to reach into my Montana folder from this past August. This is part two of three of this very personal series that I’m sharing with you, and this will be the final part of land, water and sky – the final piece will feature photographs from a workshop that I took.
As some of you know, I lived in Montana for a period of time and every single time I set foot in that state I am inspired and in awe of its grand beauty.