Berkeley Mine, Butte, Montana

This is not a beautiful place, but it was, for me, a beautiful moment. I was in Butte, Montana, March 31, 2008, with my niece. It was a bitter cold day. We stopped and parked in the middle of town, almost a ghost town, all turn of the 20th century prosperity. We both loved it. An old guy, looked like an Irish miner to me, said, "Pea soup weather, ladies, pea soup weather," and he ducked into a bar.
Oil on canvas, 8 x 10