Views across to the Medicine Wheel plateau in the Big Horns, down the Absarokas by Cody, the cut of the Clark's Fork Canyon and west along the Beartooth front past Granite Peak. Less than two hours from home to camp in the southern Pryor foothills, yet no other humans seen for two days. Blissfully quiet nights. Exploring canyons, climbing whimsical outcroppings to find new vistas, brushing against new growth of sage to release its fresh scent, marveling at the tiny plant worlds near tree line in this high desert land and the evidence of massive geologic events. My soul food reward after turning in my grades from an unexpected, but, in itself, very rewarding semester of teaching and gallery directing.
A place to decant my brain, to capture inspiration and share fresh insights. [Posts from 2015 onward]