Doing Montana with a Point and Shoot
23 Sep 2009
"Oh, no!" I wailed. I was taking photos of the Yellowstone River when suddenly, my Sony DSC F828 lost its mind. I was getting rainbows. Purples, greens, blues, hot pinks in the lcd screen. It had done this a couple of times before, but bed rest in the camera case and a quick reset usually did the trick. Until this trip. Nothing worked.
It was my lightbulb moment. Luckily, I had three backup Sony's with me – a T1 in a waterproof case for wet photos, and two lovable W50s, not made anymore. I drowned one accidentally and bought two more. That's how reliable they are.
I am so pleased that I had backup. They proved how important they are. I saved all the memories of my trip. Enlarged, some will look very impressive.
My writer/photographer friend, Donna, grew up in Montana, and she said she wanted to fill up my head with Montana so that someday I'd return permanently. She was right. Look at the images.
This trip sealed my fate. The Big Sky country has gotten under my skin; in my heart, in my soul. No place has ever been more "home": Wild and tame; mysterious and open; safe, dangerous; gentle and cruel - a place of extreme opposites. Montana and I are a good fit. No, make that, the perfect fit.
Someday... I can't slow down time. Why would I want to live anywhere else?