USA - elkins
Driving through central Wyoming, my friend Justice and I came across a single house surrouded by an eternity of wilderness, where a man in a blood-smeared butcher's apron and rain boots invited us inside to see his collection of bison skulls.  Recognizing this as a scenario from a slasher film we declined his invitation, but I managed to snap this shot of a mound of bones piled on his lawn.  If it's any indication of how enormous it was, this shot was taken from standing heigth looking up.

May 2003

Driving through central Wyoming, my friend Justice and I came across a single house surrouded by an eternity of wilderness, where a man in a blood-smeared butcher's apron and rain boots invited us inside to see his collection of bison skulls. Recognizing this as a scenario from a slasher film we declined his invitation, but I managed to snap this shot of a mound of bones piled on his lawn. If it's any indication of how enormous it was, this shot was taken from standing heigth looking up.

May 2003