Condon, MT

I lived down the street from a church.

And a one-room schoolhouse. (There are only two students left. When they graduate, the school will close.)

The man across the street sold lumber on the same land his family had owned for nearly one-hundred years. (His grandmother had homesteaded in my cabin).

Inside, I never moved the industrial vacuum.

My friend the horse.

Remnants of where the grandmother lived. My firewood was there.

The Swan Mountains.

I continued to be interested in machinery.


One of two bars. The other was "The Hungry Bear."

Shed at night.