“Remember when you get to the T in the road, go forward.”
Posted by Paul M. Garger On June 25, 2019
Posted by Paul M. Garger On January 30, 2019
A wooden cross, stout but prominent, stands atop the small church on the eastern edge of the small town on the high plains.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On November 5, 2018
Rolling fast out of the hills the long train of coal cars glides quietly, still over a mile away.
And the wind was cold and steady out of the north, the sun near to setting past the hills to the west.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On August 18, 2018
After the last forest fire it showed through, tucked back into the hills, a remnant of a time gone by.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On February 8, 2018
It gets cold on the high plains. And it seems that nothing stirs, only the wind.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On November 24, 2017
The clouds moved ever so slow across the sky giving long stretches of warm sunshine. But the cold clung to the land, with powdery snows caught in the grasses and low spots.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On October 17, 2017
Near to the mountains there is a valley. It is broad across through the foothills. And lazily through it the muddy river winds its way.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On May 6, 2017
The springtime songs of birds fill the air. And there is a muffled rush of the waters as the Powder River flows northward toward Montana and the Yellowstone River.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On April 12, 2017
The hillside overlooks a valley where there is a river that flows quietly. Out of the nearby mountains the waters of the river fell and raged downward through a canyon, but they flow quietly now through the foothills near the hillside.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On February 6, 2017
And in the distance the wind stirs the dry powdery snow making a haze. Though it is cold the sun is intense and bright in the afternoon sky giving a sense of warmth.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On December 18, 2016
The snows of winter have been slow in coming this year.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On May 4, 2016
A simple commandment of field work is to always leave gates as you find them. And to some a wide open gate is the same as a sign stating “Welcome Friends – Hunt & Fish.”