This time feels like one of those in between moments. I guess that's why I picked this picture for it. I took it a few years ago while traveling back from Minnesota to Washington (state), where I was living at the time. It was a moment where we were in between everything. We had been driving for over a day (the trek actually started in Michigan after the vacation we had there) and we stopped at a diner in the middle of no where, not even really sure what time of day it was, just that our bellies were empty. As we walked out I saw the dog eyeing me.

There were actually three dogs in the truck, but he was the only one interested in what was going on around him. He was trying to decide whether I was bark worthy. He barked a little half.. or maybe even eighth-hearted bark that sounded more like a grumble and then decided I was a friend. His ears perked and I heard his tail thumping in the bed of the truck. I snapped the picture while he was still in middle of his decision.

This is one of my favorites. We were on our way to Spokane, and saw the Rockies for the first time. Driving through the middle of them, we went from a dry brown day into a snow storm. I say storm, but it never really hit us. It just touched the tops of the mountains. It was massive and silent. We began listening to audiobooks of The Lord of the Rings to pass the long three day trip. My impressions of the story are now fused with seeing the rockies and vice versa.

I spent a lot of the time during the trip setting the metering on my little camera while driving with my elbows, nudging ocala out of sleep, handing her the camera and saying, "Get me a shot of that". Poor girl. : )

A wintry day a few years back on the way from Spokane to Chicago by train. I liked the hint of color and interest in the endless field of brown and white.