[caption id="attachment_1583" align="aligncenter" width="458" caption="Cheap beer, good eats."][/caption] Part of what I enjoy about photographing the foreclosures that we work in is that I feel like I'm experiencing a piece of America that is very much real, but often hidden from everyday life. But America's vast landscapes, varied cultures, and back alleys also merit mention. I'm currently on a journey to Seattle, and these are some snapshots from my first day outside of the Twin Cities. This is Miles City, Montana. [caption id="attachment_1584" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Closed until further notice."][/caption] The town has seen better days. Main Street is a collection of century-old dreams that have slowly decayed with the realities of modern life. Vacant storefronts sit like bruises along the proud brick facades of the town, while the remaining denizens wear cowboy boots tempered with just a tinge of despair. [caption id="attachment_1585" align="aligncenter" width="473" caption="Nobody's aboard."][/caption] Miles City flourished a century ago, but nearby Billings grew into a transportation, finance, and commercial hub, leaving Miles City to languish in the western Montana heat. [caption id="attachment_1586" align="aligncenter" width="425" caption="What lay on the other side?"][/caption] Tomorrow I'm heading west on Highway 12, through Helena and Missoula, en route to Spokane. I'll let you know what I find along the way. [caption id="attachment_1587" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="This is the West."][/caption] The heart of the West is stretched out before me, and I hope to cross much of it before nightfall tomorrow. Every mile is a new adventure.

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