Who I Am
When I look back on my childhood, I don’t remember ever being bored. We lived in a neighborhood full of kids, all close in age, whose playground was the entire neighborhood. We spent our days playing softball, building forts, riding our bikes, or skipping around the neighborhood singing “No Bears are out tonight” – and fearing the appearance of said Bear. Imagination was everything.
Weekends were often a time when we would be packed up into the station wagon, or the Willies Jeep, to go into the Owyhee Country of Eastern Oregon to seek out the latest rock or mineral dig location. During those rockhounding years, we spent countless hours with our parents in places not recorded on maps. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of being on those adventurous trips in places so remote that only the hawks and coyotes knew we were there.
While the grownups spent their time digging, I spent mine exploring the area around us. The closer I got to the rocks, plants and animals around me, I discovered that there was incredible color and life in those lonely places. The passage of time was marked by the changing colors and shades of light on distant buttes and hillsides. I think those days in the desert inspired my love of color and texture and the magical effects of Light. And I still love rocks!