Big Timber

I strive to see things as they are – simple, honest, profound. I try to let go of attachments, expectations and judgments. This is hard.

When I spied the sign for Big Timber Campground, I conjured up an image of RV’s and cookouts, lawn chairs and children frolicking. Perhaps a pond or creek nearby, maybe a swing set or tire swing.

But what I found, instead, was a cluster of neglected and dilapidated trailers, more last resort homes than vacation dwellings. Not a soul in sight, but evidence of a community marked by a long line of mailboxes and a sign with the slogan, “a quiet place to kick back and relax.”

These photographs touch me for the humanity they reveal.