I Smell Like A Glacier Shit in a Bar

Robin Schwartz - Portraits Of Amelia #32

Well, hello. Fancy meeting you here. Us. Here. Together. Again. I've been gone and I've been neglectful, but I've brought back some stories to tell you about beauty and the state of Montana. I'll start with this Connie Smith song that snuggled warmly between the harshness of conservative radio sermons, overlapping mountain ridges, and beer bongs along my path. It has the innocence of open country much like Robin Schwartz's life portraits of her daughter Amelia. It has the beautiful hurt of sleeping under the stars and then under a downpour. And most importantly it has the memory, the mental embrace, of the things we will never forget.

Connie Smith - Burning a Hole in My Mind (mp3)