sweetgrass

Big Timber, 2024

They run as far as my eye can see, these grasses in Sweet Grass County. Standing in them, I understand Monet’s repeated return to haystacks, and the local name. These grasses are always something else, endless patterns and runs of color, shifting with weather, wind and light. At the same time, they are a deep-rooted constant. Here, they are essential.

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