I remember when...
By David de London
11 Apr 2008
"Most of the tales told by the old timers around here usually begin with "I remember when..." I thought perhaps that might be a good way for my tale to begin as well.
I remember when...as a green kid growing up in the cattle country of south central Montana, looking up in awe at the majesty of the of the Beartooth range of the Rockies, the pristine snow capped peaks rising high into the depths of that unbelievably wide blue sky. Even then, over half a century ago, I was struck by the breathtaking grandeur of those peaks, the eons old mysteries hidden deep in those shadowy canyons, the secrets still silent in the deep blue-green timber marching up those ageless slopes, and all right there in my own back yard.
After wandering the wide world, the wildernesses of other lands, for that proverbial forty years, hearing the call, answering the soul's urge to return, I've come home, back to my own personal 'holy land'.
It is my hope to capture the beauty of the mountains and the culture I call 'home', and to share it with you, in photos and now and then in prose. Periodically I will be adding more photos from all across the high country of Montana. If you find some that please you, take a moment and let me know. Thanks for dropping by. Hope to see you here again soon..."
David de London
1 response
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Irmingard Anna gave props (7 Dec 2008):
“Ah, linger on, thou art so fair! Then may you fetters on me lay, Then will I perish, then and there! Then may the death-bell toll, recalling Then from your service you are free; The clock may stop, the pointer falling, And time itself be past for me!" - from:Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
