ZanaWoodArtZ in Montana (August 2021 - July 2022)

This blog will be filled with photos of my trips, my art made in Montana & lyrics.

  - handmade in Montana!

  Jewelry

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  August 2021

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 Glacier National Park

We spend a weekend in Glacier. This is one of the most beautiful parks I have ever been. On our Saturday hike we had our first close grizzly encounters. In total we saw eight bears that day, four on our hike. On Sunday we got to hang out with mountain goats. Mountain goats are most amazing creatures!

  July/August 2021

My husband and I are some of the lucky ones who did a cross-country trip through the US before we settled into our new home in Missoula.  The diversity and beauty of this continent was often just breathtaking. And for me it was a constant reminder that we humans are just a small part in the complexity of nature. It is on us to preserve this beauty for future generations and to live as sustainable as possible.
I wrote this poem when we reached the west coast in Washington.

The Journey

From the peaceful waters of the Chesapeake

we follow the path from East to West

to live a true heartbeat

of this land’s eternity.
 

We pass through softly rolling hills

and endless farm- and grassland

with their simple complexity

to reach the desert’s bizarre formations.
 

We breathe the air of

pine forests and lush meadows,

filled with mushrooms and wildflowers,

sparkling in all colors.
 

We touch the sky

on a rough, tundra-like mountain

high above the turquoise-white glacier

embedded in the moraine’s gray scree.
 

We cross crystal-clear streams

to feel completely humbled

below one thousand years old trees

in an overgrown, moss-covered rain forest.
 

We sense the pearling-fresh humidity

of misty fog on our skin,

vanished by the sun’s warm touch

at a mystic mountain lake.
 

And finally,

we end our journey on a beach

with white-weathered wood

and the wild roaring sea.

In the state, where the mountains are calling.

August '21