MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH MONTANA ROADS began on what we called the Sheep Dip Road north of Columbus where I grew up. I learned to drive on this road accompanied by my driving instructor, also known as Dad. He patiently explained as best he could, while Elvis Presley’s “All Shook Up” blared in the background, how to move forward without throwing the Plymouth Fury into reverse.
Photographing these roads, I simultaneously take three different forks, embarking on symbolic, emotional and literal journeys. On these roads less traveled, I examine the results of the route taken, and acknowledge the residual introspection of the fork not taken (or the safe path of merely identifying a road such as “I-90, East of Billings”).
These journeys sometimes are harrowing, sometimes spiritual, sometimes both, and often just the means to an end. But they always are beautiful...
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Tobacco Roots Bend
Morning in the Ancients
Down the Middle
The Cowboys of Central Montana
A life of endurance in focus
Visions of Nature
An ode to Montana’s homesteading past inspires an intimate Yellowstone Club home
Taking Stock of our Wild Trout Waters
Fly Fishing the Outlaw Trail
This rendezvous with Outlaw Canyon had taken years of scheming and dreaming to come to fruition