A giant sunflower at the Bozeman community gardens with its head bending over and its petals in disarray.
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.)
We’ve had a nice spurt of Indian Summer weather here the last couple of weeks, with temperatures in the low 80s some days. The downside of this warm weather is that it has spawned a major hatch of flies in my studio. This has happened before during a warm fall. I’m not sure why–my studio isn’t anymore of a pig sty in the fall than any other time of the year. The upside of the situation though is that there are more flies inside than outside so I can leave the door wide open and enjoy the fresh, warm, fall air while I’m working. Then when I leave and close the door, there are actually fewer flies than when I came in.
This post should have been titled Flies in the Studio, but the situation reminded me of my favorite John Prine song which contains a line that starts There’s flies in the kitchen…”. Here’s a nice video of Bonnie Raitt singing the song with an appearance by David Bromberg (standing in the back playing slide guitar) who I don’t think I’ve seen or heard for decades:
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.)