Lewis + Clark

My mother and I grew up in the deeply-greened breast of the Pacific Northwest. The concrete grows mossy all but two months of the year, and the remainder is always green.

Uprooted to the beige, hilly terrain of Idaho with nothing but quiet - there's a stark dissonance to her surroundings.

Exploring rocky river beds untouched, hillsides too steep, houses unoccupied. We embarked on new adventures of exploration.

The hills are always greener in Oregon.  It's time to come home.