I visit my brother, Greg, in Montana for a week every year. He lives just south of Missoula and we had to drive by this park just about everywhere we went in and out of town. Like Textures Clashing Silently, driving by it repeatedly and obsessing about it forced action. I had to make it my destination. I spent more than an hour circling it from various distances before concluding that the view from the street was the perfect angle to shoot a portrait of the perfect tree. |
