These are the images of Montana which sit with me when I am away: a rise on the pond at dusk; a freshly rolled hay bale in the middle of the day; an early morning spiderweb on a rusted barbed wire fence; our dog waiting to be invited to join my wife for swim; and the house at night.
These are the images of Montana which sit with me when I am away: a rise on the pond at dusk; a freshly rolled hay bale in the middle of the day; an early morning spiderweb on a rusted barbed wire fence; our dog waiting to be invited to join my wife for swim; and the house at night.