Straight Edge Life

I’m sitting on a bend in the river. It’s a wide and fast river but I do not know it’s name. I wish the evening air were a little cooler. The sound of the river is soothing and I have no doubt that I’ll fall asleep quickly. It’s 9:10 in the evening and down here in the valley it’s getting pretty dark. Idaho and route 12 are gorgeous so far. Nothing at all like the southern part of the state. There are rolling hills that progress into rolling mountains the farther you follow 12 east. I didn’t take many photos today. A few at smith and a few on the way up 12. It’s ok I guess. Today was about distance. Normally that word “distance” might mean more than just the span of miles between my bed last night and tonight; perhaps emotional distance, as I have often used road trips to put a buffer between me and storms at home. There’s something about physical distance that can even calm the storm within. Or hide it. But that’s not what this trip is about. It feels like business as usual. Like going to visit an old friend, when it feels like you saw each other last night, not 8 years ago. I’m at home on the road, and with a camera in my hands. More and more so I’m at home with a laptop and code in front of me as well. I’m glad they play well together. But I digress…

N 46 degrees 08.163 minutes

W 115 degrees 37.574 minutes

That’s where I am. Sketchbook in hand. Tomorrow it’s off to Missoula (a mere 120 miles away) to start my digital fine printing class. After that I’m going to find some fun places to photograph for a week or so and head home. Lots of work waiting for me. I hope this class is good because I’m eager to get out of town and shoot. Maybe this first week is just what I need to do research on where to go next.