Eternity in the Heart of Man
It's early morning in the small town of Three Forks, MT. The clatter of a Dead Freight is running through town just a short way across the State Highway. It's about to make its stop in town for switching and crew change. A small cafe sits on the southwest edge of town and a collection of hard and gritty looking trucks is collecting outside the front doors. Working and retired veterans of the plains are gathering at the start of another day as the sun rises again and begins its race across the boundless western skies. The people gathered inside show the solidarity of those familiar with the land and the daily work that is required. Their eyes are sharpened and harrowed by years in the sun, their skin is cracked and dry from the blowing of the hot winds that roll the plains. Though the Rocky Mountains paint a backdrop, there will be no relief from them on this summer day. They cast a rain shadow that extends from their peaks out to...