A retired friend of mine here in Montana has quite a few original paintings, mostly by Bob Kuhn and Dave Wade. He bought them years ago, and has so many that he has to rotate them on the walls of his house. He's getting old enough now that he's starting to think about selling them off (he's already started selling his hunting rifles off) but can't bear to think about parting with any. He doesn't need the money (though he's by no means rich) and the paintings have become part of his everyday life, now that he's pretty much given up hunting and traveling.


“Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.”
John Steinbeck