upper camas lake -- selway-bitterroot wilderness

I’ve never really considered going into the wilderness as escape. I grew up around wild country, and have spent much of my life around wild country. I never thought of my wilderness wanderings as escaping from anything. I was simply going home.

I still pretty much feel that way, but after spending a year in LA I’m much more able to relate to the idea of escape…

Beartooth Mountains

Alright then… I’m back and I’m situated in an apartment in Los Angeles. If someone would’ve told me a couple of years ago that this would be the case I would’ve just laughed. Now here I am. Sure beats living in the car though…

I got the few things I kept out of storage last week — books, my desktop computer, some kitchen tools. I hadn’t seen any of it for a year now, and I’m having a great time getting reacquainted with some of my books and with photos I’d forgotten I had. Just for old time’s sake I thought I’d post this one from a foggy snowy day by a lake in the Beartooth Mountains on the Wyoming/Montana border. It was done about 25 years ago, and the neg is long lost. This was scanned from the only print that exists of this photo, a work print I made back at the time. It’s a bit rough, but it will suit it’s purpose for this blog.

I’m also going to recommend a book. It’s one I picked up in a used book store in Missoula shortly before I left, and I re-discovered it the other day when I was unpacking. It’s a compilation of the working lives of well known documentary photographers like Mary Ellen Mark, Eugene Richards, Sebastião Salgado, and several others. I haven’t finished it yet, but I can already see it’s well worth reading. It’s called Witness in Our Time: Working Lives of Documentary Photographers. Check it out.

I’m also going to get back to my schedule of doing two or three posts a week here. My posting has been kind of erratic lately due to circumstances, but it’s time to get this show back on the road. Stop on by any old time and see what’s going on.