In the mood for a Bison Burger.

Montana is pretty large. What has been happening with my day to day is that when I start my day in a new place the landscape, when I get nearer to a national park the preceding landscape looks ugly in comparison.

Montana has many farms along the roadside so there was a spoil to most of the land.

The sun was finally out and I was chasing the storms that were overhead last night.

the clouds moved over the land like airships.

They call Montana big sky country for a reason.

The sun hitting the clouds, and the clouds maneuvering over the mountains created tremendous light changes.

Northern slopes were quite snowy, and southern exposures were clear. The mountains still maintained an indigo hue.

This one mountain was like a portrait painting with eyes that always looked straight at you. It was always in my view.

The clouds looked amazing. I am glad that I have come across all weather types.

Like other national parks, Yellowstone National Park has many roads closed. I was only able to use the northern entrance and one road going west to east. I was bummed a bit. If you have not been clicking and enlarging the images you will definitely loose out on this image.

Mammoth Hot Springs were active and steamy. Of course I to see the normal sights, especially the pools of water with different colored organisms.

The top of the springs had some color, but not as dramatic as the pools. The color was dimmed by the extreme temperature difference between the air and water.

Minerals in the water created all sorts of shapes in the water. The web patterns here happen when plant stems drop in the water and get covered with minerals and organisms.

The valley view was amazing.

Only you can prevent forest fires. Asshole bear. Fire is normal for wild areas. It sucks when areas are set on fire on purpose or by accident, but it is a good thing for an area. The hillside looked as if it was full of matchsticks.

The huge stands of trees went in every direction on the ground.

We killed almost 60 MILLION bison. Sixty million. They are so huge and lumbering. before all of these guys i saw a Wolf walking along the shoulder. It startled me coming around a curve, and frightened me because another car was going really freaking slow right next to him so I couldn't get into the other lane. My brakes frightened him and he looked scared and pissed.

There were so many areas with bison grazing.

The cloud cover got thicker as I went east towards the NE entrance of the park. The NE entrance was closed so I had to come back this way eventually.

Such a large sky encompassed by the mountains.

The front that i was edging closer to looked foreboding.

This was the epitome of what the day was like.

Look at the front creating the dark.

I never look forward to going west in the evening because of the sunset right in my face. The mountains hid it from me.

I got to the other end of the park and was closing in on the dark clouds. The light took a turn.

It took a turn for beauty. The foreground was lit up like christmas and the background was dark as it could be.

It was a spectacular sight.

The colors just popped against each other and everything.

The clouds overhead consumed the entire landscape.

The air above the mountains rose and dimmed the peaks. A cloudy roll.

Heading back towards the entrance I was relieved that the light was completely different.

The dark light was only sheared by small amounts of sun.

I got to one area where bison had been before and this time they had moved. I had to stop. I rolled up slowly not wanting to scare them, but to let them know that I wanted to get through.

I loved that I got really close. I edged forward and in doing so they turned and looked at me. They just stood there for a minute trying to either intimidate me or size my car up. I laughed so much since they did not budge and just stared.

The herd was just grazing about minding their own business. Sometimes one looked up at me and just went back to eating.

After a few minutes the guys on the road scampered off right next to my car. I was not zoomed in. That is ones back, and he was just that close.

The darkness fell and blues fell on everything.

A lot of things remind me of people I know. I bet Tre is not hard to shop for, even if you didn't know his interests (PBR and spray paint). I am having a hard time dealing with my ego and survival instinct trying to overcome what I am trying to accomplish here. The safety and knowledge of Indianapolis seems like an option to my mind, but I know it's not.

I loaded up on non-perishable food before I left and all that is left are club crackers so I went grocery shopping. So I got the essentials. I try to avoid national chain restaurants as much as possible and frequent locally owned places, but it's not easy. The highway advertises chains, food signs point to chains, and not knowing an area I won't see a places sign until I have already passed. It's kind of nice having such a small stomach now though, but I'm tired of craving the damn food I'm used to eating, so I went for it.

The kids usually know what's up in an art museum. All these chairs and I can't sit in any of 'em.

Today I woke up and finally, and suddenly like a sledgehammer on top of me, felt terribly lonely.

I was ready to leave Estes Park and the mountains for now to see the art museums in Denver. Since I arrived Sunday night and museums are closed Monday, I had to back track. This was the first time I had woken up before noon Indiana time. I did not want to wake too early as to hit Denver rush hour though. The early morning light on the mountains was a nice change.

The road out of the Rockies was spectacular when I came in, but now since I saw the untouched Rockies they didn't pack as much of a punch.

The change from mountains to completely flat is so dramatic. There are mountains then there aren't, simple as that. Denver's skyline doesn't look great at all, but most of the buildings downtown aren't that tall and are very modern.

the new portion of the Denver Art Museum is a crazy looking building. It has an overhang that goes straight out over the road and almost touches the old portion on the other side.

Before iIwent inside I toured the "Golden Triangle" district.

This dumpster was covered in Denver Museum stickers. And this facade being exposed made for a very inviting graffiti spot.

When I walked inside the new portion of the museum, the walls were crazy shifty everywhere. The temporary exhibition was great, it had all sorts of artists do installations all over the building. the stairwell had this persons work that I enjoyed. I eventually realized whos it was, I bet Tre can figure it out. the extension cord confused the hell out of me as to where it was going but that made sense later.

Erin K. Drew, this reminded me of you. There were cut out paper words on the back wall that looked like Erin's handwriting.

Right next to this room was full of western themed paintings of cowboys, sort of like the Eiteljorg. The only one that I liked had this bear eating a deer it stole from wolves. Old people LOVED this gallery. It put them at ease because they were pissed off at what else was in the museum. I hope I don't hate the crazy shit that other artists will make in the distant future.

This woman is Jessica Stockholder. I knew straight away with out seeing her name anywhere. After realizing where that extension cord went (it shined a spotlight on this installation) I just knew. Her work amazed little kids. The painted chair pissed kids off, well they were pissed at their parents for not letting them sit on it. More chair stuff in a bit.

Grommets and vinyl, a lot of the work i saw in the museum reminded me of all the damn good artists in Indianapolis.

That kid snuck a sit on the chair when his mom wasn't looking.

This room installation was too messy for my taste, but the imagery was subtle and dirty as hell which I enjoyed. Dudes on dudes on dudes on dudes riding girls peeing, all in a cafe.

Kids just made this museum trip fun. I really enjoyed seeing how much they loved the work and how involved they got to be. This room was completely filled with bunjie cords strung floor to ceiling. A video of this piece is below.

It made my day. It was so fun. It was so enjoyable. It just made me happy.

Oh, foxes. They are having so much fun. there was ONE red fox that freaked me out.


You have to click to enlarge this photo to get what I'm saying, but they worked really well next to each other. Both were so classically awful to enjoy. The chairs in the fox installation, and a designer chair display had a kid mumbling "All these chairs and I can't sit in any of them...".

Look at these colors with this imagery. Another one was of firefighters putting out corn.

The older building had your typical stuff. Really nice American Indian collection, obviously because of the area. By the way, I went to the Denver contemporary art museum today as well, and it sucked. If you ever go, make sure to look at the website and see if the pictures of whats being exhibited look even remotely interesting.


This was somehow from the plains, even though there were macaw feathers. Amazonian art looks amazingly similar to this.

Of course on my way back I stopped by the contemporary works.

Kids had an easier time getting through this.

I finished my night by going to Vertigo gallery, I had pictures of the closed gallery earlier, and spoke to the owner for nearly 2 hours about the art world, graduate schools, the painting professor in the show, and unmonumental works being made today. It was great to speak to her with a critical and naive angle. I am going to spend Thankgiving driving through the mountains. I wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving, be thankful for what you have before it is gone. I have been uploading today at a 24hr Burger King and I have met more than a few "houseless, because home is where the heart is" friends here like me. I have a lot to love, and so do you all.