Ice, snow, and wind were waiting alongside the road, but peace was waiting at the journey’s end…
I wish I could hug you all, for you’ve demonstrated extraordinary patience while I’ve wrestled with the chaos that descended upon my life this month. My sincere thanks.
For this post I’m going to reach back and clarify the tale I was attempting to tell over a week ago. We trudge forward through a world possessing little regard for our plans, a world always willing to toss our expectations back at us with a chaos spin…the erratically bouncing ball no one can corral.
My father is at peace now, perhaps for the first time in his life, and what remains is me returning to my dreams. I’ll talk about his passing in some fashion next week, but for the moment I’m returning to Missoula.
The pictures taken on my second day there never made it to Ontyre Passages so I’ll share them now. Grieving behind me, I’m free to again embrace the new home that awaits.
…The city that’s the perfect match for this girl full of crazy ideas.
My second day in Missoula was an exciting one. The air was brisk. The sky was overcast. The wind was, well, absent. I concentrated my picture taking near the downtown area where the University of Montana was also located and the river was accessible.