Cortez is a town in Colorado that is backed by tall mountains in the distance. I never get tired of mountain backdrops, snow capped, baldly jagged, always imposing. They represent to me, a different and wilder kind of life, being the sort of scenes I’d only seen through on a screen or in print, until recently. It is always the small things in these places that get to me though, shadowed by commanding vistas as they are. Like a green Mustang parked by a green corner store, time kept by 7-Up, dreaming of when Clydesdales hauled ale.