If there is any place adorned with spirit and not just beauty or pathos, it is this enormous place, wounded, leaking, relentlessly giving to both residents and transients. I've driven through Montana at breakneck speeds, admiring the view perhaps, but attached to a schedule, until finally coming here in a vehicle which allowed me to stop and look at my leisure. From the badlands of the east to the glaciers of the west, I managed to avoid metropolitan life even while sneaking into Kalispell for sushi. These galleries are dynamic, shifting and temporary, not yet published or spoken for . . .
