The weight of the West carries differently here. The bison—shoulders scarred by years, eyes steady—stand as reminders that survival is never clean, but always certain.
The Tetons rise behind them, sharp and unmoved. A wall of stone that has seen every season, every herd, every story long before us.
Photographed in black and white, the details strip to essentials: form, shadow, endurance. This land doesn’t ask for embellishment. It demands witness.
— MVM
I have been in this area, and the buffalo there is astounding. You truly have captured the buffalo roaming in the area. Marlon & I went to Custer State Park for the annual buffalo Roundup. The roundup takes place at the end of each September. Your photography skills would capture the skills of the cowboys and the stampede of the buffalo coming over the top of the mountain