Things have been somewhat routine this winter with not much of interest to write about; therefore, I’ve not been posting much to the journal. I’ve taken a significant detox moment from all media of late as well. I recommend this approach occasionally, especially during political seasons. Headlines, photographs, ads, content… adios. I’ve been off of the television for years. Better to read some old books and take a stab at the occasional sketch. I just wrapped up Woolf’s The Voyage Out, an interesting read. I have to admit I liked Woolf’s The Journal of Mistress Joan Martyn.At any rate, I thought I’d post a few pictures today of the general goings on… These are according to protocol, which is to say with the phone and not a stand alone camera – se la vie. I think one get used to using the phone for photographs and the truth is they do a pretty decent job. When the photo is not that great, I simply chalk matters up to ‘Well, consider it an abstract,’ and find myself perfectly content. The photograph is really about preserving a memory of some sort. That is the gist of it, really. If one goes through his day wondering, ‘How will the sharpness of that last one be viewed by folks?’ Or, ‘Gee, I really fouled up the exposure on that one!’ he’s bound to be doing himself a great disservice. Just take a picture of the kids and the dog and move on. Having alluded to the dog, I might as well note that Ajax has certainly been front and center. Is this really a surprise, given that he’s a four month old Newfoundland? He has added a little zip to everyone’s step, truly. Seth, Erin and I were getting in a few cross country skiing excursions in the Missoula area until the latest ‘climate change’ which put an abrupt halt to skiing in the low country. Last night we had a nifty little burst of rain. Todd mentioned seeing lightning in the blowing storm. There is something off kilter about lightning storms in the middle of winter. Weather today is what it is.I took the upper pano of Bonner and the old Mill site while traversing some of the hills above the river. One can glean the former dam site and the Clark Fork clean up/restoration in the photograph; below the stacks of logs which are lying in the former Mill’s yard. This is the Blackfoot’s mouth, where it flows into the Clark Fork River and where I used to fish for pike behind the old dam. Like most fishermen, I’m glad the dam was removed. Eventually the river system should settle and perhaps the Superfund Site cleanup will be deemed by most to have been a worthy project. It may take a while for some of the down stream residents to agree, however. As long dormant mining tailings were dredged up, some of the toxic debris inevitably made its way with the silt down to the next obstruction. I still can’t understand why the engineers decided to put an interstate bridge concrete piling smack in the middle of the Blackfoot River just above the confluence? Maybe there was no other option, but it looks pretty hazardous to water rec types in its present location.