"Marching Trees" Near Augusta (Click each image to expand.)

Joanne Berghold

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Without Compass Back 40: Old Windows - Old Doors

HERE IS AN INTERESTING QUESTION: What if miracles are around us always, and it is not the miracles that are the rarity, but instead, the people who can see them freely, readily?

We seem to be a species that appreciates art and beauty — and how rare and lonely, even isolate this is, in the fullness of nature — for no reason, no selective advantage at all. 

We do not pollinate beauty. We do not distribute it in our spoor so that other species might better utilize it, nor do we make the soil more fertile with it.
   

"Hyalite Canyon Falls"

"Dirt Road Storm"

"Burnt Tracks"

"S Field"

The condition of awe, I can understand. There is selective advantage in learning how to be still, how to be humble; of how, in the words of the poet Mary Oliver, to fall down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed.

But such extreme awe, as found here in Berghold’s photographic beauty of tone, beauty of composition, beauty of shape — whether in replicated patterns of parallel convergences, transects and contours, or the unmappable pleasure of curves, sines and asymptotes of a grace — seems to exist on a different plane entirely, as if in some wonderful universe where the hard needs of life are not present. 

Or perhaps this awe exists only here, in this world, where those very same hard needs require the solace of awe.

"Flat Field and Storm"

"Barley Balls" Near Ringling

"Five Cows" Near Wilsall


Editor’s NoteIn this excerpt of Without Compass, Joanne Berghold shares her lonesome journey to collect images of Montana’s splendor for her third book that incorporates prose and poetry from Montana authors.