Monday, 28 March 2005


Spring moon



the shadow
cast by snow


the slow
of glass

its response
to gravity

the leaf turns
to the sun

Tuesday, 22 March 2005


Originally uploaded by anniebee.

Reminds me of:

Doll Heads
Originally uploaded by sbpoet.

Monday, 07 February 2005

Bumper Sticker

Bumper Sticker: God Bless the Whole World - No Exceptions
Bumper Sticker,
originally uploaded by TerranceDC.

From Terrance at The Republic of T

Monday, 10 January 2005



Thursday, 06 January 2005

Through the Winter Window

Through the winter window -- snowy garden with bench and squirrel

Today is the last day of Holidailies, and I've managed to post every day as promised -- though the past few have been difficult. I have actually been spending time with people In Real Life, which is lovely, and exhausting. There is a whole list of posts I keep intending to get to, but not managing.

Soon, soon . . .

Tuesday, 04 January 2005

Still Life With Cats

Cat shelf- a collection of folk art cats

Monday, 03 January 2005

Still Life With Dust

Domestic still life

Sunday, 02 January 2005



Graham calls these Must get out more -- but what they tell me is to look around where I am; there is beauty and interest close to hand.  And since I have a difficult time getting out, this is good news. I can't take pictures like this, but I can look again, and take snapshots. Maybe a project for the new year -- a series of domestic snaps. 

Aren't these wonderful, though? -- Do click to go to his site and see the larger images.

Thursday, 30 December 2004

The Garden This Morning

Winter garden collage-December 30, 2004

It's warm enough to snow again, a soft sparkly snow. I find I have little to say these days. It's not that I am preoccupied with the disaster -- on the contrary, as 120,000 people die on the other side of the globe, my life goes on as usual. It is this, I think, that preoccupies me. How is it possible? The cats and dogs go on demanding attention; I go on being warm and safe in my winter house; the television goes on offering me trivial distractions. And snow falls, and melts, and falls, and melts.

Tuesday, 14 December 2004



Candles hold a central position in many of our religious/ spiritual traditions.  Warmth, light, hearth.  Now these rituals have extended to the web, to virtual candle-lighting. 

At Circle of Lights, you can request that  a candle be lit for yourself or someone else.  At The site of Pain Bereavement and Perpetuation (which is mostly in Hebrew, a language I cannot read) You can light a candle for any your beloved personWebshots hosts Light A Candle For Peace (flash) and a 9-11 Memorial site invites us to Please light a candle; in memory of the fallen; in the name of peace.

Candle of Peace - eaglespiritministryThis is one of the weirdest sites
I've seen on the web, courtesy   

Light A Candle
And this is one of the nicest,
via Monkeyfilter

Is there someone you would like to light a candle for, in this, our dark northern season?

Friday, 12 November 2004



Go read Body and Soul. Wherever one stands on the war, surely this image is heartbreaking for all of us.

Thursday, 11 November 2004

Veterans' Day


lest we forget

& see this

Tuesday, 02 November 2004

Maggie & Scooter's Halloween Adventure

Click to go to story

Friday, 29 October 2004

Smooth Green Snake

This fabulous photograph is from Fragments From Floyd, via Via Negativa.


. . . And out of that mundane chore of autumn, in this world of orange and ochre, in that cool, safe space under the flat roof of rock where it would have spent its anonymous days fattening on spiders before winter, a newly-hatched Smooth Green Snake lay coiled in an emerald knot. . .

Sunday, 17 October 2004


These are for David, who loves Halloween, but is easily frightened.  The original photographs (of a rather unusual garden ornament) were taken by my friend Abigail; then I played with them to make them more appropriate to the season. 

Dscf0038  Dscf0042  Skeleton2

Skeleton  Skeleton4  Skeleton3

Click on the image for a larger version -- help yourselves, folks! 

Thursday, 14 October 2004

I Turn In This Season Toward Winter


Heavy as stone, I am falling. Illness
rises around me, a cold, lethargic sea.
I am sealed from autumn. All the warm
colors slide past my faded skin. Geese
follow the call of the sky, the lanterns
of stars. Their own white bodies carry
them home. Maples are clouded in halos
of gold. They hold in their burning arms
restless constellations of birds.

Saturday, 02 October 2004



Fallflower_1    Construction_2

Redbug    Mums

A few local sights (be sure to click the construction site for a larger image; this one quite amused me.)

BLOGTOBER banner greedily appropriated from Better Living Through Blogging.

Wednesday, 29 September 2004

"Tough Guy"


From Views of the Northeast
Click to go to larger image

Saturday, 25 September 2004


Originally from the Daily Irrelevant, reBlogged by bev on September 24, 2004

Click image for animated version -
slow download, but worth it

If you think Earth is a mess, consider the turmoil in the constellation Hydra, where astronomers have spotted two monster galactic clusters slamming together in one of the biggest collisions ever recorded . . . this particular violent merger . . . could help scientists learn more about how galaxies and everything in them developed in the early universe.

When one's life seems to be a series of collisions, it is helpful to have some perspective.

Thursday, 23 September 2004

Roses in Rain


Wednesday, 15 September 2004


Photo by Abigail Robinson

Saturday, 04 September 2004

Raccoon Morning

racoon-morningThis is what I woke to the other morning -- a raccoon managed to bend the iron bar with the 'squirrel proof' bird feeder and bring it down nearly to the ground (it usually hangs at the same level as the suet feeder in the upper right of this photo.)  It also managed to get the lid off of the galvanized steel bucket that holds the feed -- and bent the entire bucket so out of shape that the lid won't fit anymore. 

[Note:  I say "it" not to deny its personhood, but because I don't know if it's a girl raccoon or a boy raccoon.]

It also left raccoon prints at my neighbor's house/ building site -- I'm glad for that, since I briefly feared it might have been a bear.  We get bears in Missoula, but not generally this far into town.

pond-goldfishNow I must come up with a more raccoon-proof feeding system.  At least it did not get any of the pond goldfish.

Tuesday, 10 August 2004

A fish within a fish...

A fish within a fish... 
Originally uploaded by Quiplash.


Sunday, 01 August 2004



Tuesday, 27 July 2004

Good Morning


Company. Busy. Later.

Monday, 26 July 2004


broken-tree  broken

Last night, hard rain, wind, big thunder. 

Sunday, 11 July 2004

In the Garden Today


Monday, 05 July 2004



My mom and her twin are eighty years old today -- both going strong and in excellent health.  Nearly eighty people celebrated with them at a gathering last week. 

Both are 'Sis'; both are 'Mom'; both are 'Grandma'. 

birthday-cake_medThink what they have seen in their lives -- electricity, automobiles, indoor plumbing, air travel, telephones, washing machines, refrigerators, vacuum cleaners, dishwashers, astronauts on the moon, computers, television, email -- all this for women who went to a one-room school in a horse-pulled buggy. 

Happy Birthday Mom & Sis -- may you see much more! 

{Birthday cake ruthlessly stolen from scribblingwoman}

Sunday, 04 July 2004

Garden Fireworks

10   09
11   12

Declaration of Independence

U.S. Constitution
Bill of Rights

Wednesday, 23 June 2004

Snapshot 23 June 02004


the longest day foxglove-350
ends pink-

into the dark

whatever vehicle
brought me

is lost or
won't start or
has no brakes

grey concrete
even the foxglove

the budding

Wednesday, 16 June 2004

Rose III


Tuesday, 15 June 2004

Rose II


Monday, 14 June 2004



Sunday, 06 June 2004

Blue Flax & Red Poppies



Friday, 04 June 2004

God Is Watching Us



The cat in the window admires   
the sparrows. Longing trembles   
from the back of her throat. She loves   
the quills of the feathers, the little stick   
feet, the delicate veins in the wings.   

Sunday, 30 May 2004

My Brother's Birthday

Richard Julian Brogan
b. May 30, 1951
d. October 4, 1986


Friday, 28 May 2004

Sudden Happiness


At the end of a long, dim day I sit in my rain-drenched garden and am suddenly overcome with happiness -- for absolutely no reason.

Wednesday, 26 May 2004

Snapshot 26 May 02004


ill to
write a snapshot


Tuesday, 18 May 2004


Photo by Abigail Robinson

From Whiskey River:

"Life goes on. No mountain peak impales the sun.
If you come to a break in your path, leap across."
- Han Shan

Sunday, 16 May 2004

Small Losses

Rainbow Wonder

January 01999 - May 02004

quiet Sunday morning
the empty

Thursday, 13 May 2004

56 Today


at the altar
an old woman
counting breaths

Fred's Challenge (inspired by Time Goes By): 

Find ten photographs of you at different ages, up to the present. Make a Time Travel Montage and post it or a link to it on your weblog . . .  a great way to show the persistence of that youth we were born with, even in 50 and 60 and 70 year old containers.

Related, and fun:  The Age Project and The Ageless Project.

Tuesday, 11 May 2004

May View


Sunday, 09 May 2004

Grandmother Tree

From Abigail for Mothers Day

Continue reading "Grandmother Tree " »

Thursday, 06 May 2004

Weblog Tools & Design

Originally uploaded by inspoetica.

Link to sbmontana's Flickr profile Posted by sbmontana from Flickr.


I didn't post on Tuesday, but I did work on my weblog; you may have noticed a few new additions:

Continue reading "Weblog Tools & Design" »

Sunday, 02 May 2004

Last Week In The Garden


Blue clematis bells; their white tongues.

Woke early, slept, woke, slept -- finally up at 11:00. The angelique tulips are open; lilacs are showing their color. Just now, at mid-day, there's a soft breeze in the garden. I am living in realms of sleep, half-conscious, beneath rustling leaves.

While sitting in the garden with K., a kestral flew in, landed in the dogwood, flew out. After recovering from her shock, K. said, "I suddenly felt like a rodent."

I cut my nails in the garden, L. having told me that ants have some use for the clippings, calcium, perhaps?  I wait and I wait, but the ants don't come.

Alice Notley in The American Poetry Review, May/June 2004: 

I think the poet becomes more and more of a shaman, getting older, in the sense that so much happens to one, and there's nothing left but the poetry function, which is a healing, ecstatic function, as much as it is anything else.

The LifeFlight helicopter flies over, very low, very fast; there is no time to waste.

Friday, 30 April 2004

The Next Story

Today is     poem_in_your_pocket    and also     poem_blog_day    and also

                         FRIDAY CAT BLOGGING DAY


So I have chosen a favorite poem by a favorite poet and a favorite teacher,  Pattiann Rogers; in which a cat makes a brief, but critical, appearance: 

Continue reading "The Next Story" »

Wednesday, 28 April 2004

Snapshot 28 April 02004


yesterday open-toed sandals
and opening tulips old lovers
come to me in dreams this morning
fresh snow whitening the mountains
the paper tells me bulltrout and cut-
throats will find more water flowing
through the losing reach between
the mainstem river and spawning
gravels green exploding skies
above Iraq elderly ladies show off
their May-Day hats plasticly enflowered
and a scientist provocateur is remembered
as a nucleus of dissension are there rivers
are there tulips in Fallujah, in Najaf?

Tuesday, 27 April 2004

When Words Fail



From Wilson Hsu; Culture Kitchen; and The Memory Hole.

Monday, 26 April 2004

Speaking In Tongues


I try to find a heaven in my dreams,
some cloudy place where you are. 

How can it still be morning, when
I have been out here for so long?   

I am in a house I have come back to. 
Something is missing or broken. 

Looking everywhere, looking everywhere,
I am caught in a thickness of fear.

I make a nest in my hands of torn
cloth, and a bird settles into it. 

Snow falls from a bright sky, as if the moon
were shedding ashes of its own crisp light.

I want to talk with you one more time. 
If there was bitterness, it’s gone now.

Wednesday, 21 April 2004

Snapshot 21 April 02004


night rain
brings this
green day

Continue reading "Snapshot 21 April 02004" »

Monday, 19 April 2004

Already Broken


Via    Whiskey River:

“You see this goblet?” asks Achaan Chaa, the Thai meditation master. “For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”

- Mark Epstein 
Thoughts Without a Thinker

Friday, 16 April 2004

Cat Hating circa 1965



She:    I hate cats. Cats are evil.

Me:     Cats are evil?

She:    Yes. Cats kill babies.

Me:     Cats kill babies?!?

She:    Yes. At night, they go to the closet and get dry cleaning bags. Then they drag the plastic bags into cribs and smother babies with them.    I saw it on TV.

Wednesday, 14 April 2004

Snapshot 14 April 02004

{click for larger view}
pear-in-bud spring-tree birchseed
bleeding_heart hellebore what-the-squirrel-left

creamy daffodil
scent of clematis

spawning ~ rippling
reflections on stone

of photos
hoping for one

snapshot of
this perfect day

Monday, 12 April 2004

Mariah's Shoes


The first barefoot day.

Wednesday, 07 April 2004

Kinja & Montana Blogs

On reading this post at, I decided to try out his suggestion for using Kinja -- so I have added a Kinja digest of Montana Bloggers to my sidebar.  One click, and there they are, including this one.  The plus is that this digest includes those that don't have RSS feeds.  The others are also on my Links page, via Bloglines.

Somewhere I saw a "Montana Blogger" button that I would love to steal, but now I can't find it again. Any pointers?

Speaking of Montana Bloggers, Big Sky Dave over at Better Living Through Blogging wants to see where we blog. These are my blogging spaces (mostly reading blogs spaces), with stand-ins (click for larger view):

bearlaptop    nellieatwork

UPDATE:  Kim at Revolving Duck has generously allowed me to "borrow" her  mtblog2.png   button, which now serves as the link for the Kinja Montana Bloggers Digest.

Monday, 05 April 2004





I am still new enough at this to be startled when one of my own snapshots appears as I"m reading my Bloglines (thank you, Ryan.)


I'm up half the night and asleep half the day. Here it is, Monday again, past noon again, and too much undone.


Someone on the Web who is into personality typing has just labled Watermark Solitary.  Huh.


Tech TV has apparently canceled Call For Help, the one program aimed at relative novices, like me.


Yesterday a pair of chickadees was checking out the birdhouse, taking turns flying to the entrance and peering in. My hopes rose, but there is no sign of moving in.

These are the things that occupy my day.

Thursday, 01 April 2004

A Thousand Words . . .

From Sensitive Light, a link to:

. . . very touching pictures taken by Wilson Hsu. The text is in Chinese, but you won’t need any words, no metaphors, and no symbolism.

Emily Dickinson said "If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry."  These pictures have that effect on me.




{click for larger view}
fish2    fishleaf

Monday, 29 March 2004

Red Ball


This morning I saw a red motor boat circling on the river with three men, all wearing orange float jackets and red helmets. I conclude that they are working; how many grown men voluntarily wear float jackets and helmets, on a shallow river, on a fine spring day?

They drop a red ball under the bridge, then zip away down-stream in a huge curve, making a wake that sloshes up on the riverbank.  After awhile, they return, collect the ball, and repeat.  Again.  Again.

Measuring the current?

Friday, 26 March 2004

Crocus {for Erin}


Tuesday, 23 March 2004



More from the artist who created the images I now use on Watermark for icons (or accent dingbats, as Factoid calls them.)

These are courtesy of btang phlog, who says:

Scott Draves (aka spot) recently put out a dvd that has been blogged around but mainly using Ernst Haeckel's works . . .THIS IS NOT DOING JUSTICE TO SPOT'S OWN WORK which includes the famed Electric Sheep. check out the animation clips and more frames. . . you should buy his dvd!! NOW! :-)

Sunday, 21 March 2004



Friday, 19 March 2004

Design Feedback?

Another way to avoid writing:  tweak your weblog.

So I'm trying out some new icons on my posts (they come from here.)  I went back and replaced the black spiral shell with a variety of these shell-like images:


{You techies out there would not believe how long it took me to figure out how to do this.}

I think they are beautiful, but now I wonder -- are they too much?  The black shell (see my sidebar) had the advantage of being simple and consistent with the rest of the design.

I'll leave it like this for a few days, at least.  Please let me know what you think.   

And any other feedback on the design, function, or content of this site is always welcomed.


Later:  Well, now I've gone in and changed the black spiral shell to another from the same collection.  Can't seem to leave it alone . . .

Wednesday, 17 March 2004

Doll Heads


Saturday, 13 March 2004



Friday, 12 March 2004

Winter Ending


wind chimes | chicadees | the tick-tick-tick
of snow melting | down the drainpipe

Wednesday, 10 March 2004

Hubble Deep Field


"A galactic brawl. A close encounter with a spiral galaxy. Blue wisps of galaxies. These close-up snapshots of galaxies in the Hubble Ultra Deep Field reveal the drama of galactic life."

Too much for (my) words.

Wednesday, 03 March 2004

The Goldfish Are Awake!


Saturday, 28 February 2004

Sunroom Orchid


Tuesday, 24 February 2004

Winter Graces


Saturday, 21 February 2004

Eve in Winter


Sunday, 01 February 2004



My aunt, "Sis", took this picture at her ranch.

I love this picture.

Wednesday, 14 January 2004

Ice Fog II


Sunday, 11 January 2004



We are cocooned in fog, ice crystal air. Beautiful, spooky, sound-bending. 

& the computers, too.  The desktop unusable, slowed to ice.  The laptop is usable, but crashes without warning and must be reverted 24 hours to function again, so all work is lost.  Some incompatibility with the webbuilding software?  I've done all I know how to; the Computer Guy will come tomorrow. 

This feels so awkward. . .