
I’ve lived in Montana for over two decades, in the far northwestern corner, the wettest part, and I had heard about the “sacrifice zone” of the southeastern part of the state, and about how it has always been isolated and barren — as if that emptiness summoned a terrible loneliness that people could use to rationalize the degradation and destruction. ... I had seen [Hanson's] pictures long before I visited the place, but when I finally went to Colstrip, over twenty-five years later, I was shocked and surprised anyway. I had thought, for instance, that on the eastern side of the state, folks would be careful with something as rare and valuable as water. Not so. The power companies were still slinging it all over — piping it in from far away to aid in the processing of waste slurry, sucking it out of the ground, and then, once it was contaminated, letting it seep back down into the groundwater. An anthropologist in the future could infer that it was here on history’s timeline that our species went mad.Much has changed in the last three decades — our environmental awareness, our aesthetics — and yet the economic forces that shape southeastern Montana are largely the same. With the publication of these photographs, Hanson opens a window on that earlier era of environmental urgency. The automobiles and the color palette are stuck in the Reagan era. But Hanson's “Notes on Colstrip” raise the question: How much have the politics of coal changed in the age of Obama?
I drove on, heading for Colstrip through the blue dusk and into the night. Every now and again I descended one of the hills into a little velvet basin of pines and grass where the lone light of a ranch burned, but mostly there was only darkness until I reached the town, which was much more beautiful than I had imagined it would be. The power plant blinked, pulsed, and glowed like a brain hard at work, or a dream illuminated in the night. It sat right in the heart of Colstrip — beautiful yet ominous, like an electric toad, black as obsidian and laced with rows of light. It could have been the set for a Batman movie. A toxic citadel.

