The Drive to Badger Hill Orchard

It takes me twice as long as it should to get to the studio these days cause I stop every three minutes in total awe of the view. I'm always looking for the perfect photo to paint. Today was exceptionally beautiful with all the reds, oranges, blues, and the different shades of purple everywhere, even the clouds are periwinkle this week. Fall is such a magical time of year where for a moment we are able to embrace the luscious plunder of summer and meditate for a brief moment on the cycles of life. If you're in Montana fall means that hunting season begins, the snow is coming, and if you haven't harvested your produce, you better start soon, and beauty everywhere. In our house, Fall is the smell of Apple Cider brewing in the roaster, long weekends rolling in tall grass with the dogs, bright orange early morning hunts with dad, and a slow acceptance that the pace is about to change. And for all this we are thankful.