While I was in Montana, there were some incredible skies.
A pretty magical place for me to wander around.
Walking up the road to a wagon.
It reminded me of me of the wagon trains back in pioneer days.
I noticed the rainbow coming out of the grass.
Gee,I wondered how the rainbow would look in the middle of the old rusty wagon that sits on the grass looking well used.
The skies were rupturing, it was grand.
The pink flower looked broken...
Red squirrels multi task with getting ready for winter, constantly keeping an eye out for anything that moves.
Sort of like what women do all of their lives.