Its hard for me to relate back to the Salmon River Wilderness through photos. They rarely capture the emotion I associate with the River. I recall time there and the inescapable feeling of human mortality that followed my every step. Much like a road trip to places unfamiliar the experiences turned into distant memory almost instantly.
I think this is one of the most iconic elements to Central Idaho's Wild spaces. The land does not comfort or conform. The picturesque is dwarfed by the sublime. Shear granite cliffs, and steep hillsides dotted with Ponderosa Pine, Douglas Fir, and Mountain Mahogany end at the banks of the Salmon River, the River of No Return. This is the place which spooks my memory.
I speak of identity given and identity constructed and the wild spaces of Idaho, like the Salmon River, play key roles in this duality. I did not choose to be born to a family which took time to visit the Salmon every year, but I did choose to use those years and experiences to inform my artistic voice. I took elements from those formative times and added them to my structure.