It is week 8 of the photo challenge from Sally at The Studio Sublime.This week the prompt was to look through the lens in black and white; either shoot that way or alter our photos to monochrome.
With all due respect I am sure that Sally has never spent a winter in Montana. If she had she would know that I don’t have to alter my camera – winters in Montana are lived in grey. No one warned me of the defection of the sun to points anywhere but Montana post September when the hubby and I decided to put down roots.
We came here our first summer on our big fifthwheel adventure. We had sold everything off, moved into a fifthwheel and were going to be gypsies: north in the summer, south in the winter. We were going to follow the sun. Our first summer we were offered a camphost position in the Lolo National Forest in Superior, MT. We had applied to several places in Montana. I had heard it was beautiful. Coming here was a whim. Little did I know….
Superior replied first and the hubby being nervous that we would not get a position being new to the camphosting arena he jumped on it. Shortly thereafter we received offers from Yellowstone and Seely Swan – two stunningly gorgeous areas of the state. But Superior was small and it suited and we had already said yes and would not back out of the commitment made. We ended up coming back to the same campground for three summers despite offers in Utah, Arizona and Yellowstone. We had fallen in love.
When the economy tanked and the price of diesel went through the roof we decided to settle down. We looked in various places but I had never seen anywhere as beautiful as this little section of Western Montana. He agreed. And we have been some beautiful places. We had owned a lot in Hawaii and were going to retire there but my health prohibited it. THAT is another story.
We bought a lot and were now residents of Montana. We settled on the lot in July and started making plans to build the next Spring. We would live in the trailer for the winter. It was built for cold weather and we had spent a couple of NJ winters in it so I wasn’t worried.
Then winter came. The cold didn’t bother me. No one warned me about the sun. It leaves.
Clouds come in and you get maybe peaks of sunshine a couple of days but it is absolutely GREY from about mid-October until sometime in mid-June. I was seduced by summer. Summers are glorious here; bright, clear blue skies. Hot and heavenly.
Winters are monochromatic. Especially after a snow
These are out of the camera. No adjustments other than to size.
Welcome to Montana in the winter.
I do love it here but I miss the sun….