Along MT 80 near Square Butte, a weathered yellow bulldozer rests in the open prairie beneath the pale cliffs of central Montana. Snow traces the ridgelines and settles into the folds of the buttes, while dry winter grass glows warm in the foreground. The machine sits quiet in front of an old tank, dwarfed by the vast geology behind it — a small mark of human industry against land shaped over millions of years.
Along MT 80 near Square Butte, a weathered yellow bulldozer rests in the open prairie beneath the pale cliffs of central Montana. Snow traces the ridgelines and settles into the folds of the buttes, while dry winter grass glows warm in the foreground. The machine sits quiet in front of an old tank, dwarfed by the vast geology behind it — a small mark of human industry against land shaped over millions of years.
