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| Bozeman, Montana |
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LINK: Abortion opponents gather at annual March for Life in downtown Bozeman
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Granny's Donuts
At 4:30 a.m. on a recent Friday morning, Robert McWilliams arrived at his doughnut shop in Bozeman, as he has done for more than fifteen years. The shop is regularly lauded as the finest place for doughnuts in town, if not the state, and the pressure to maintain that reputation appears to have missed McWilliams. The tunes are bumping, the fry kettle is hot, and McWilliams is chatting about the Challenger Space Shuttle disaster.
Granny’s Donuts is a hole in the wall in a city of increasingly hole-less walls. McWilliams arrived in Bozeman in 1978 to attend Montana State. After working at several restaurants, he opened a small bakery, making “cinnamon rolls, sticky buns, scones, that sort of thing. It was okay,” he said, “but just wasn’t enough to hang your hat on.” So he bought a used kettle and glazer in Calgary, and figured out how to make doughnuts.
“Baking is a numbers game, where you want to hit your numbers,” said McWilliams. The numbers for this particular Friday are 1,400 doughnuts, fried 40 at a time in palm oil hovering around 370 degrees Fahrenheit. The tempo is relentless, but, “this is where the music comes in,” said McWilliams. “Music helps me keep the rhythm.”
Eventually, three staff members arrive to help put the finishing touches on the pastries and assemble boxes of assorted dozens. At 7 a.m., the line of customers forming on the icy sidewalk outside the shop are let in, and the glass display case that McWilliams spent hours filling with his famous doughnuts begins to empty.
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Season of light
The shining sun is a luxury in the depths of winter. In its place, a surplus of darkness. However, what we may lack in natural light is made up for with a variety of unnatural light that illuminates everyday scenes in unexpected ways. That, paired with a blank canvas of snow, creates unintentional works of art throughout town that are unique to the darkest months.
It is the reason why, despite being so dark, winter is called the season of light. Humans need light to orient ourselves in time and space, to communicate, and to feel human. Artificial light in the winter can be both ornamental and functional, something to celebrate, yet not to take lightly.
13.2.22
Football frenzy
Football fans are prodigious screamers. They scream for touchdowns, they scream for tackles. They scream for the cameras synced to the jumbotron. They scream things their mothers might not appreciate, if only their mothers could hear over all the screaming.
These are some of the faces we saw screaming at Bobcat football games this fall.
