Wyoming
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
