Three aventures climbed into the old truck. The one parked next to an equally old jeep. The steering wheel moved back and forth as his little hands drove to “work”. “I need some music”, he said. “Can you go get your phone? I want to listen to music on my way to work.” For the moment three Brothers were on the grandest adventure. The kind where time stands still for a moment. The sun was slowly setting behind them. Pretty soon mom came out and called to them, “time for bed boys.” She smiled as she saw them playing in the same old rigs she played in as a little girl. Visiting the cabin is a tradition that is being passed down from generation to generation. Here where the creek runs by, the birds are constantly singing their songs, where the camp fire crackles and memories are made. Here at the cabin.
Life is an Adventure/Exploring Montana/Family Photographer/Love & Honey Photography
