In 2016, I took my first flight of many across the country, flying from Boston, Massachusetts to Seattle, Washington…then taking a small aircraft to the hardly-known town of Walla Walla, Washington.

Having flown over large winding rivers, many a farm land and every time mesmerized by my only purview (as of yet) of the snow-dusted Rockies, I have many grooves of memory dedicated to imagery from these trips.