Ever since we have been on the truck traveling around the country, when we drive through an area where the satellite signal is poor, I'd see Craig reach over and turn down the volume on the radio. I don't know when it started, but it has become my habit to announce "reflection time" whenever he does.
That announcement has become our signal for quiet time, time to leave us with our own thoughts, concealed within our minds with nothing to accompany it but the hum of the engine, the gentle rocking of our seats, and the rhythmic sound of the wheels on the roadway. Okay, maybe it more like, the rattle of the cab, the jarring of the rough roads beneath us, and the bugs splattering on the windshield, but in either case, you get my gist.
It is during these times that my eyes wander out my ever changing picture window and I try to see what others might not. Most times, even with taking the time to start to learn all the functions of my camera, they are just a blur as the miles continue to flash by. But sometimes I get lucky and I think I have captured a true resemblance of what I see through my minds eye. This leg of our journey was uneventful, but for what it lacked in adventure, it gave us tenfold in beauty.
These are simply my postcards from Montana. May you find yourself lost in your own reflection time.
1 comment:
Montana is a good place to be still and reflect....God's country for sure. Pipestone in winter??? is it miserable? Tn....humidity a problem or can you take it? I'd vote for the delta....and Wa. but then I am a bit tender about Wa. A cousin lives in Stephensville, Montana...cute town but growing as folks look for places to spread.
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