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
