as miles and jack searched the tourist town of west yellowstone for food (they eventually found a taco truck), i took it to myself to meander around its streets, trying to capture the mood i had felt as the day’s last light licked my face and a familiar cooling of the air took over the area. the end of the day in montana and wyoming was always a cool blue. it was may, but something in me felt like fall was either coming around or fleeing for the winter.
while walking in this back alley, i couldn’t help but notice an american flag with the image of a native american superimposed on it, representing native american heritage, as it flapped behind a dumpster that was next to a camper/trailer. busloads of people were promenading around this night as restaurants were filled with more tourists, and stores sold their #yolostone t-shirts. however, amidst all of the commotion, i managed to find a part of town in which i was completely alone and could be with the western wind. i felt like i was hiding in the direct center of town, as the madness unfolded completely around me, completely surrounding me. somehow, a place like this exists, a weird town directly backed against one of the most wild environments in america, and i am a part of it. as i took in the beauty of the great west, i couldn’t help but think about how it was once entirely of native americans, how an endless number of people come over the years to see the wild and have the animals eat their litter. a crow eats ketchup from a cup in the middle of wyoming as a grizzly bear is hunted down by 200+ L-Series lenses in a single moment.
a wise band (piebald) once said, “hey, we’re part of it. yeah, we’re part of it.”
west yellowstone, montana
mamiya 7ii // 80mm // kodak portra 160