The next passage in my journey is a love affair.
I am in love with Montana.
For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection, but with Montana it is love, and it's difficult to analyze love when you're in it ... It seems to me that Montana is a great splash of grandeur. The scale is huge but not overpowering. The land is rich with grass and color, and the mountains are the kind I would create if mountains were ever put on my agenda.
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley

Morning at Great Pond
It starts like this:
forks of light
slicking up
out of the east,
flying over you,
and what’s left of night-
its black waterfalls;
its craven doubt-
dissolves like gravel
as the sun appears
trailing clouds
of pink and green wool;
igniting the fields;
turning the ponds
to plates of fire.
The creatures there
are dark flickerings
you make out
one by one
as the light lifts-
great blue herons,
wood ducks shaking
their shimmering crests-
and knee-deep
in the purple shallows
a deer drinking:
as she turns
the silver water
crushes like silk,
shaking the sky;
and you’re healed then
from the night, your heart
wants more, you're ready
to rise and look!
to hurry anywhere!
to believe in everything.
Mary Oliver, American Primitive

Not Easily

When we get beyond beauty and pleasure,
to the other side of the heart(but short
of the spirit), we are confused about what
to do next. It is too easy to say arriving
is enough. To pretend the music
of the mountain needs only to be heard.
That the dance is known by the dancing;
and the lasagna is realized by eating it.
Not in this place on the other side
of desire. We can swim in the Aegean,
but we can't take it home. A man finds
a melon by the road and continues up
the hill thinking it is the warm melon
that will remain after he has forgotten
the ruins and sea of the summer. He tells
himself this even as the idea of the taste
is replacing what the melon tasted like.

Jack Gilbert, The Dance Most of All

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

W.B. Yeats


Glacier Park Airport, Kalispell MT
Glacier Transportation
Wood Run Townhouse
Lake Mcdonald Lodge
North Fork Hostel
Polebridge Mercantile
Lake McDonald Boats
North Fork and Flathead River Fishing
Lake Bowman Paddle Boarding
Whitefish Farmer's Market
West Glacier Corral Horeseback Riding
Glacier National Park


Executive Director, Photographer
Emily Nathan
Creative Direction
Liz Mullally
Ashley Abercrombie
Hair & Makeup
Daniella Shachter
Digital tech
Jaime Beechum
Chris Heim


Dress, vintage
Cream sweater, Free People
Earrings, Nikki Montoya
Blue floral dress, Madewell
Felt Hat, American Apparel
Yellow floral one piece bathing suit, Madewell
Stripe lace up shorts, Free People
Strapless stripe bathing suit, Madewell
Red lace tank, Tibi
Pants, vintage