Summer… its soft murmur wrinkles back to every summer : lazy afternoons on the lawn, pancakes cooked under tall trees in the forest, picking through rocks for finds on the beach, transistor radios in the bean fields. And now these Montana summers spent recording skies and birds and empty spaces are punctuated by holiday gatherings with food and drink and dancing in the street and meeting legends, some whose names are steeped in local history and some who like ourselves are gradually being accepted as having a stake in future. All of these things, past and present, layer deep into each single summer moment.
