And this, too, shall pass away.

My road lies East.

Since ever I remember, wilderness photography, for me, meant the American West. In my twenties, my wife and I would drive for days to come to where the rocky spine of the world broke the plains. At the beginning of my thirties, I lived for three years on the incomparable hearth of California.

May we all be so lucky.

Be it six months away, eastern my road lies and come fall it I will travel. I hope I have room in my bags for a few lessons learnt on the strands and mountainsides of a wild, western land.

We always knew that this, too, would pass and knew also that we'd be forever grateful for these 36 months. To the next six, may they be even a shadow of their larger part already spent.

And this, too, shall pass away
And this, too, shall pass away
And this, too, shall pass away
And this, too, shall pass away
And this, too, shall pass away
And this, too, shall pass away
And this, too, shall pass away
And this, too, shall pass away