Time travel is possible. To drive to Butte, and to pass through the surrounding small towns, is to travel into another time (and perhaps dimension). Whatever money was here has clearly left. What Butte's heyday left behind to our benefit is a treasure trove of pre-war architecture, cool neon, and a really big hole in the ground. The whole place (at least for this outsider) is like some sort of art-movie set. As a photo illustrates below, Butte (and the Marlboro Man) is just a shadow of its former self and I love it.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
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