Railbanking is an agreement between a railroad company and a group or agency which preserves the future rail use of an out-of-service rail line but allows for other development in the interim, typically as a multi-use trail (my favorite of the possibilities). This shot from Billings shows a much more literal form of railbanking.
Connie sitting in the President’s chair in the reproduction of the White House Cabinet Room at the Bill Clinton library in Little Rock. I told her to look presidential, which in this case appears to be some kind of a cross between contemplative and bored. Or maybe it’s disgust.
This guy came into my booth at the art show in Kalispell last weekend. I only had a quick moment to get this photo when he turned to leave, so it’s not quite in focus. But I wanted to post it anyway because I found it pretty funny. Here’s a serious looking biker in typical garb. He’s got the rugged leather hat, the longish hair, bandanna, leather Harley vest (of course), and leather chaps. He’s really got the outlaw biker look down. But wait, what’s that on his left hip? It’s an AARP fanny pack.
When I started posting the series of photos of local flowers that ended yesterday, I did so to show why spring in Montana is worth waiting for through a long winter. Well, this is another reason it’s worth waiting for.
I got this image when I was going out to photograph flowers about a month ago. I was walking up the hill behind our house when I heard a snort over near our garage. When I looked over, I saw a mule deer doe bounding off behind the building. I turned to continue up the hill but in the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of the white spots on this little doe. She had done what she was supposed to do when her mother signaled danger–drop to the ground and hide, not moving until it was safe. The problem was she was still mostly on the bare ground next to the garage when she dropped. I went down to where she was and took this photo. She didn’t move a muscle while I was there; even her eye, although wide open, was perfectly still. I quickly went back up the hill so as not to scare her or her mother (who was certainly nearby somewhere) too much. I watched from behind a tree and after a couple of minutes the fawn got up and very cautiously moved down the hill and crawled under a big stand of balsam root plants and lay down again. I’m sure she felt much safer there. I know I couldn’t see her at all.
Monkey-Flower really likes to keep it’s feet wet. This patch is growing in the overflow of one of our spring boxes.
After more than a month of being on this flower-posting binge, I still have a number of photos of flower varieties that I haven’t used and there are even more varieties I haven’t photographed yet. But, I’ve decided to end the flower series and move on to other topics for now. Maybe I’ll take up the flowers again in the middle of winter when some bursts of living color will be sorely needed around here. In the meantime, while I’ve received quite a lot comments from people enjoying this change from my more normal fare, I’m afraid the POTDs are going back to mostly black and white images of more eclectic subjects (‘cuz a guys’ gotta do what a guy’s gotta do).
This is one plant that I was pretty sure I had correctly identified, so I pulled one up and tasted the root. Although much smaller than a really small green onion from the garden, the root of this wild onion had about ten times the flavor. I think you could spice up a whole pot of soup with just a couple of them.