From the moment I arrived in Red Lodge I started meeting the most endearing people. I spent a good deal of time chit-chatting with many locals. both in their businesses and at their homes while they watered their lawns as I passed by with cameras in tow. Continue reading
There wasn’t a sound save for a piece of metal on the roof of one of the buildings. It swayed and squeaked reluctantly and ever so slowly in retaliation to the blowing wind.
I arrive in Red Lodge tired but somewhat amped after a long day of driving (the box of Milk Duds I ate had nothing to do with it at all). My first thought after checking in was to get the camera out and start taking pics. I didn’t want to drive around aimlessly though because after an already full day of driving it was going to be a quick shoot (and seriously how much driving can a girl do in a day?). Continue reading
It was as if Wyoming had said “a tout a l’heure” (with a stately giggle) and sent me on my way into a vast land of “nothing”.
My journey to Red Lodge began two days prior with a few phone calls and some pretty swift packing. According to my map the quickest route was I 25 north through Wyoming with a quick left once into Montana. Easy enough. Route planned, cameras and computer packed along with a suit case and my cappuccino machine…yes, my cappuccino machine.
A departure time of 3:00am was set. Continue reading
“My mother was so mad. The first thing she said to me when she got off the train was…
I’ve always wanted to go to Red Lodge, Montana. Okay maybe not always but I’ve wanted to go ever since Grandma Lou (her name was Lucile but we called her Grandma Lou) told me that’s where she grew up. Continue reading