The Place

One of my favorite places in Montana is, well, a place.   It’s not a postcard town along the bend of a famous trout fishing river.  It’s not a celebrated state or national park.  It’s not a panoramic view of an island mountain range erupting from the plains.  The place is a particular spot where a gravel road going from nowhere to nowhere plays tag with a creek oxbowing through tall grass.

I drive the road going from nowhere to nowhere several times each year.  I almost always stop my truck when I reach the point where the creek elbows directly at the road.  Something inside me needs to walk out and stand beside the creek so I can take in the view, the sounds, the earthy scents.

Posted are three photographs from ‘the place.’

Des in the Flowers

The Creek

The Creek

—Mitchell Hegman