I grew up split between the plains of Montana and mountains of Central Oregon, and while I haven’t traveled the road between them in many years the changing landscapes and skies remain deeply ingrained in me.
There are times in my mind that I can vividly see a specific landscape, with its rolling hills, sharp cliffs, or pink skies but more often than not the vistas have blurred together and all that remains in the memory of how a place made me feel.
