Standing at the entrance to the Montana Bureau of Mines and Geology Mineral Museum, on the Montana Tech campus in Butte. Across the valley floor is the East Ridge. Perched on the ridge is "Our Lady of the Rockies". Here's what WIKI has to say about "Our Lady":
"Our Lady of the Rockies is a 90-foot statue, built in the likeness of the Blessed Virgin Mary, that sits atop the Continental Divide overlooking Butte, Montana. She is also intended to be entirely non denominational, and was dedicated by workers to women everywhere, especially to mothers.
Height: 89′ 0″
Completion date: December 17, 1985
Dedicated to: Mary
Beginning date: December 29, 1979
Did you know: Our Lady of the Rockies is the fourth-tallest statue in the United States?"
All I know is that there is a lot of history between my vantage point and the East Ridge across the way. Stories of struggles and triumphs, families and friends, environmental plunder and corporate greed, politics and religion, oh - and pork chops. That's one reason why we visited Butte yesterday.
We had a foggy Christmas Eve in Helena this year. That can be a problem for pilots, especially that special one who works the graveyard shift each year, on that particular day.
Not to worry, I guess the North Pole folks have worked out a solution to that issue over the years.
The artist: (from Artnet)
Harley Brown is a Canadian painter best known for his depictions of Native Americans in traditional dress. Painting in a realistic style with loose brushwork, Brown manages to maintain a strong attention to detail with the ability to capture the likeness of his subjects with a lively and colorful palette. Born in 1939 in Edmonton, Canada, Brown went on to study at the Alberta College of Art in Calgary followed by the Camberwell School of Art in England. After returning to his home country, the artist met Bob Morgan, the curator of the Montana State Historical Society, where he subsequently had a solo show. Brown is a member of the Northwest Rendezvous Artists, the National Association of Watercolor Artists, the Oil Painters of America, and the Cowboy Artists of America. He lives and works in Tucson, AZ.
The subject: (from wiki)
Chief Dan George, OC (July 24, 1899 – September 23, 1981) was a chief of the Tsleil-Waututh Nation, a Coast Salish band whose Indian reserve is located on Burrard Inlet in the southeast area of the District of North Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. He was also an actor, poet and author; his best-known written work was "My Heart Soars". As an actor, he is best remembered for portraying Old Lodge Skins opposite Dustin Hoffman in Little Big Man (1970), for which he was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor; also for his role in The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976), as Lone Watie, opposite Clint Eastwood.
So, where in Montana does this portrait hang?
"And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon"
from "Brain Damage" off of Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" album
Coloring Floyd Lawson with a pink hue is certainly not an original idea. I've seen many versions of Pink Floyd on the Internet, but I've given the old Mayberry barber a Montana twist. He's glowing pink from a Helena Valley sunrise.
"Meanwhile back at the ranch" is a phrase used to change the conversation (a segue) to another completely unrelated topic. It could be useful at the Thanksgiving dinner table if your Uncle Ray and your father-in-law start talking politics from two different points of view.
Today's Montana exercise: Finish the phrase "Meanwhile back at the ranch"
If you have a true to life ranch, like the Coulter clan in Brusett, Montana, you might finish the phrase something like this: Meanwhile back at the (Brusett, Montana) ranch, Ruth (Coulter) was boiling up some eggs for a batch of potato salad.
or if you don't have your own ranch you might just make something up.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, Little Joe and Hop Sing have placed a bucket of fresh meadow muffins above the bunkhouse door as a prank on Hoss.
I will anxiously await your comments!
I don't have anything against Christmas. I think it's a wonderful holiday. It used to irritate me a bit when retailers started advertising Christmas before Thanksgiving was even over. This year I saw Christmas displays being set up in the stores before Halloween and ads started appearing on TV even before the highly entertaining political ads were finished for the season. It seems everyone is in on this accelerated Christmas schedule... including our Christmas cactus that started blooming this week.
I guess I'll just go with the flow. Merry Christmas from Montana where we have enough snow on the ground to make it believable.
This is the second batch of pasties we've baked this fall. There will probably be a couple more batches in the upcoming weeks.
Today there is fresh snow on the ground. There's nothing better than a pasty on a cold Montana winter's night. Oh, and I've said this before... don't put any peas, carrots or rutabagas into your pasties. Meat, potatoes and onions ONLY... why ruin perfection.
I'm in a quandary. If all the things that the opposition party say about my preferred candidate are true then I can't vote for him/her and if they aren't true then I can't vote for the opposing candidate who is guilty of bending the truth or telling outright lies. American politics have lost any sense of dignity.
Mike Mansfield looks down from the Montana section of Heaven (yes, it's the most beautiful part of Heaven) and shakes his head in disbelief. Does anyone remember what the term "statesman" means?
I Lick Your Nose
I lick your nose
I lick your nose again
I drag my claws down your eyelids
Oh, you're up? Feed me!
from "I Could Pee on This: And Other Poems by Cats" by Francesco Marciuliano
I can understand folks that have a dog for a pet. Dogs deliver unconditional love. Cats on the other hand treat you like you are their servant and they have been solicited to perform the duties of a dominatrix.
We had a cat for over 20 years. I must admit I was sad to see her go, but when I think back on the experience I can only remember some cute kitten time and then 20+ years of late night yowling, hairballs and litter boxes.
I have worked on Montana farms/ranches where there was a house cat and an undetermined amount of barn cats on the place (rodent control). Sometimes a second cat gets promoted to house status and once that precedent has taken place the gates of the dam are open. You can spot the owners of multiple cats at Costco buying two 60 lb bags of cat litter.
A closing thought. Pet rocks weren't such a bad idea.
Everyone knows how difficult it can be to get over a rainbow, especially Dorothy Gale. Traditional rainbows are high arching, reaching way up into the sky and very often they are guarded by nasty leprechauns at each end.
This horizontal rainbow that decorated the Helena Valley this past weekend would make the whole "over the rainbow" process much easier. All you would have to do is find a unicorn with some jumping ability and you could ride to the promised land.