This needle-filled crack reminded me of an Andy Goldsworthy creation, maybe an early one anyway before his work got so fantastically elaborate. Or maybe this naturally occurring design is the kind of thing that inspired him in the first place.
The cafe at the stockyards was closed for a while even when the stockyards were still open. Then it was purchased by a new owner and opened up for breakfast a couple of days a week as what might be called a low-scale, neo-funky restaurant (kind of in the same way that Cracker Barrel is upscale neo-country). It was quite popular among the true and weekend bohemians in town but I’m not sure it’s open these days. Except for the cars out front, they did such a good job of maintaining an abandoned look it was kind of hard to tell it was open even when they were serving breakfast.
The view from the parking lot at the defunct Bozeman stockyards and an equally defunct grain elevator. (Several images of this grain elevator that I took a number of years ago are part of my Elevations traveling exhibition.)
I like the “Mondrianesque” grid structure of this building’s facade–with the rigid geometry offset by the peeling paint and tangle of blind slats in the windows. (Note I was able to comment on the contrasting elements in this composition without use of the overworked and pretentious “j” word.)