“There is no explaining this simple truth about life: you will forget much of it.”
― Ann Patchett, Tom Lake

I have traveled to the four corners or our beautiful state this summer. Dipping down to the Oregon coast for a few days and even into Idaho for a bit. In these travels I have reconnected with family and old friends, bringing them back into the fold of my tiny world.

In each of these places I have also found bits and pieces of myself. Bits and pieces that I had forgotten, or buried deep because the pain was too hard to bear. Some I had just given up on, or simply lost somewhere along the way. Memories of every age I have been, along with every stage of my life, float around now in my soul.

These photos were taken on our last trip of the summer as we drove home from Eastern Washington where we both grew up. Some were taken out the passenger window as the car traveled 70 MPH. Some were taken at a rest stop along the Columbia River, where I was too “rattled” by the snake sign to meander through the paths. I am okay with that, as I have learned, with no apology, that I am not a snake person.