This entry has nothing to do with landscape, Smith Rock, nor meandering Crooked rivers. It isn't about photography either. Today, I'm talking roots. Have you stopped for a minute lately and really contemplated where you come from? Where I came from was uprooted when I was six and Oregon is a hard place to leave. So, I spend a lot of time looking at where I came from. I was also the youngest and relegated to an observer role. Now I'm a photographer.