Occasionally, individuals encounter a landscape that awakens and stirs something within them.
As I breathed in the crisp, Idaho air that day, I committed this landscape to my memory: the parallel of the river and road, the sloping of the mountains -- somehow harmoniously perfected in form. The various curves throughout the scene were effortless yet intentional, quietly asking to be noticed. Unconcerned and untouched by time, the landscape continues to do what it does best: purely existing.