the nearest place called home

The road from Bozeman brought me to my grandparent's house and ranch in western Montana, which feels wonderful to return to. Jack and I spent our time visiting the folks, sewing pillowcases out of random fabric that I've accumulated, and exploring the surrounding area.    Above is the view from the Knotty Pine Bar in Trout Creek, looking out toward the Clark Fork River.

Old things around the ranch

who would have thought a greasy rag could be beautiful

a life at work

Grampa's welding table

the old Massey-Ferguson

sustainability