Moody Montana

Before I show you these pictures, I will remind you that I'm not a photographer.

I'm a wife, a mom, a friend, a sister, a daughter, a cook, a maid, a personal servant, a cow checker, a chauffeur, a psychiatrist, a teacher, a physician's assistant, a cow midwife, a bookkeeper, a financial adviser, and a writer.

I have quite a bit of on the job training in all of the above occupations. My training in photography began when I was hired as an agriculture reporter for a small newspaper. My boss plunked a 35mm camera in my hands along with six rolls of film. My job was to goof around with the camera for a weekend, come back and develop my film, and learn from my mistakes.

Following that crash course, I had four babies. I thought they were pretty cute, so I took quite a few pictures of them. They're still kind of cute, and I still take quite a few pictures. Thousands, to be exact.

Lately, my camera has been pointed elsewhere. Every time I go out to check cows, it seems that Montana has put on another mood. March is quite a moody month for Montana; we experience 60 degrees one day and snow the next.

The clouds are fascinating. I thought you might agree.