It's a Montana fall. The type of fall that slips into winter before the leaves even find the time to change colors. The type of fall that leaves summer behind in one effortless motion. It's the type of fall the doesn't melt the seasons into one another - its motion is far more extreme. This is a Montana fall.
So in this cold, a recent snowfall struggling to melt, I stand in a field. It's just me, my guitar and the mountains closing in behind me. My guitar is my life. My Montana is my soul.
looks like an amazing picture sauce, congratulations
ReplyDeleteis that a taylor? my bf used to make em :o)
ReplyDeletecan he send me one?! haha. no, it's an alvarez.
ReplyDeleteAnd, of course, the make the mighty Gibson J-45 (and maybe even the guitar in your logo) in Bozeman.
ReplyDelete(I wish I hadn't been forced to sell mine in a fit of financial insecurity 10 years ago - at least it went to a good home).
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