I ran across this quote which spoke to me.  The past month in Montana has been so full of special moments.  How do I begin to capture and share them all?  In pondering I began to realize that the moments which “stopped me cold” were the ones I felt led to draw or paint.   Perhaps they called me to a deeper place of understanding which the experience of artistic expression could bring?  I just never thought of it this way before.  I love the thought!

The feet of my grandchildren…

 

The beauty of the skies proclaiming the glory of God….

Close encounter with an elk and the biggest rack of antlers I have ever witnessed. They appeared as wide as his body was long….

 

Experiencing the power of a majestic waterfall…

 

The  soft colors of the mighty rocks forming Yellowstone Canyon…

The moment I realized my granddaughter now has her arm around me, and there is something of me in her and her in me…

Just beneath the surface of the river swims a beautiful rainbow trout…

The deep abiding joy of being with those who have been dear friends for over fifty years…

All held in the treasure of a moment!  Thank you God for precious moments!

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