In the late summer heat of wide-open Montana, amid the upper reaches of the Judith Basin, the grass has dried, water – from the higher elevations, some 40 miles away and 3,000 feet higher – is running, slower and clear; and at it’s lowest ebb. From the mid-day to the near-evening, the sun bakes everything … More Cutthroat Palate
The image brings the story to me. The memories, bring the story to life.
What hit me first – even before the crawling chill making its way through the clothing layers since stopping hit me – was the distinct memory: “I’ve been here before.” … More Ruff Double Memory
Nothing moved. Not sound. Not time. Not my mind. Everything was in lock-step frame. Only my eyes were in motion. But not real motion; scanning, perceiving, transmitting. They were only in a primal recording mode. Time – and everything in its being – was on hold. Three months earlier I had set out across the … More Sankali