Montana is cold

Cold. As in negative temperatures cold with blowing winds. I'm not complaining one bit, however, because as it turns out, every place I am fortunate enough to visit seems to reveal an interesting distinction; and eastern Montana isn't much different. There is an insane amount of history: fossils, native Americans, prehistoric artifacts, manifest destiny. . .
I don't want to forget about the 'Now' though, because even though we don't think about it, we are creating history everyday. I pull out the trusty ole' Nikon for these images. A few "cold" ones and a few more for my "sign" theme.