Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Sugarloaf Mountain

Overlooking Sugarloaf Mountain, Wyoming, from Dead Indian Pass.  The haze to the right of the mountain is residual smoke from forest fires, but it seems to add to the magic atmosphere of this place.  After seeing many beautiful places, I have to say this one held me captive the most.

Friday, June 24, 2016

"Going to the Mountains"

Pilot and Index, two peaks in the Absaroka range in Wyoming.  This whole area is incredible, so if you haven't been through the Beartooth All American Road, I highly recommend it.  Being from the western side of Montana, I've seen Glacier National Park several times, and to rank this above Glacier is a bold statement, but being able to look out over the world at 10,947 feet is truly incredible.

Friday, November 27, 2015

Our holiday sale starts today!

I am thankful everyday that I get to do what I love to do.  To say thank you to all of you who support me and my work throughout the year, I am hosting a 40% off sale for the rest of 2015!  The website is stocked with new work, including photos on canvas and wood photo blocks, all of which you can use the discount code. Visit www.montanaphotojournal.com to see what's new and shop for some gifts!  

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Taking in the Fall scenery...

I took a drive over MacDonald Pass a couple of days ago.  A few friends had mentioned the colors through there were spectacular, so I decided to go before I missed it.  Fall is my favorite time of year for so many reasons.  The air is crisp, but not biting like in Winter, and the forest is dotted with the vibrant colors of Aspen trees, making everything look like an impressionist painting.  It's hard not to smile when you're driving through the mountains and everything looks like this.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

"Taking Shelter"

Finding an old barn, no matter how small or dilapidated,  is pure joy to me.  This one is tucked out of the way, almost unnoticeable, under the shadow of the tall red grain elevators in Clyde Park, Montana.   I was focused on taking pictures of the grain elevators when I saw the red of this barn through the thick trees.  This turned out to be my favorite shot of that day, so you just never know.  I love Montana because there are so many of these old buildings to find.  I love them in their rough, weathered state, but it's also bittersweet as I know this means they are slowly decaying and will soon be gone.  I hope we can save some of the authentic character that makes me so proud of Montana.