Sometimes, to real get the good shots,
You have to get up earlier than usual.
Sometimes, in spite off all the planning,
What you get is more than you could have
ever hoped for.
There is a time between Winter and Spring, in Montana,
a micro season, called Mud!
After spending several months in the deep freeze of Winter,
Snow up to your wazoo, and bitter cold that freezes the snot in your nose.
Finally, the first hints of Spring begin to show themselves.
And, with that, we have the micro season of "Mud"
It's time to get out for those "Day Trips" that you've planned
all winter long, as cabin fever set in deeper by the day.
Past fields of livestock feeding and the early calving season,
for hope, and new life spring eternal, every Spring.
Mixed in with all of this new, is a glimpse into the past.
Old barns, in near collapse...
Old hay stacking racks, revolutionary in it's day
Leaving behind Haystacks,
not bales or rolls of hay,
but haystacks.
A sign of the past but still in use today in the far reaches
of the Montana prairie
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