Distant smoke – LIFE AS A HUMAN

I saw the smoke risin’ over Eugene. It looked in that moment like a memory from before I was born, an image of America beyond the Hudson River, the small towns, mills and factories, the heart of America. I was born in the city, New York that is, but after a while I wanted to be out there, to “Go west and grow with the country” is what I heard. Eventually I made it, I have never looked back.

The second image is from some poking around in a deserted fishing camp off the road to Port Angeles WA. I was on my way to a photo/race shoot in Victoria BC. I stopped for a minute to grab some rest. On the left side of the road were the ruins of what was once a store and post office and another road, more like a dirt track. I followed it. I found the fish camp, turned around and found the smoke risin’ in the mist. “Lookin’ for the home I’ve never found” as an old song puts it. For the rest of the journey that image stuck with me as it does to this day.