The light was right

This morning on a trip to the city for some supplies, as we drove along the lower part of the Flathead River a hundred miles or so downstream from Glacier Park, I looked to my left and it suddenly occurred to me that the light was exactly right on a scene I’ve always enjoyed. I pulled off the road immediately, got out of the truck, and after a careful stalk of about a hundred yards was able to capture these two photos. The river is maybe 150 yards wide through here and the country on the far side is still wild. It’s far different than the high mountain ridges that I love so much, but it does have its own brand of beauty.