montana
postcard from along the spectrum of light
The state is a giant rectangle. I’m orienting myself. Our Airbnb—a literal log cabin, hand built by the owner and his wife—is north of Livingston but south of Clyde Park, somewhere off a gravel road in the rolling nowhere land that faces a mountain range called the Crazies. They’re called that because a pioneer woman went insane and ran into them after …



