By Scott McMillion
Big Sky Journal
Chris Boyer has a thing about junkyards. Flying at low elevation across Montana, you or I would likely dwell on the prairie undulations or jagged riverine breaks, the erose peaks or that great big sky we’ve entered.
Boyer marvels at all that, too. But he focuses on the junk, the atolls of our discards that speckle the land. He takes special interest in these monuments to our ethic of disposal and replacement, miniscapes that, if left alone, will disappear only at the speed of rust.