Our Place

Our travels to Scotland's Hebrides are not on account of our daily lives here on the Camas Prairie being devoid of color. To the contrary.

October 2017  Crack of dawn on the Bitterroots, view over east pasture on the "W" (Whitley Place)

October 2018  Sunrise; view over east pasture on the "W" (Whitley Place)

 
Indeed, we spend many pleasurable moments marveling at the riot of colors, from sunrise to sunset, here in our little piece of Idaho.  A majesty provided by Eternal God.

June 2018  A Rainbow Spear, view over east pasture on the "W" (Whitley Place)

We travel, not to flee from crowded gritty urban streets; not to escape.  Rather, we travel to exchange colors, to compare, contrast...to see in the difference the comfort of the same.    

October 2017  Canola field near Fenn, Idaho  Cottonwood Butte in background.

And in the exchange, we humor ourselves that we better understand what it is that constitutes a People.  A heritage.  A place.   A rendering, a distilling to the spirits, that which is important in life.

September 2017  Sunset's last rays behind Cottonwood Butte; view over the west pasture on the "W" (Whitley Place)

I wrote a song two decades ago..."Out in the Gem State".  "West of the Clearwater and east of the Snake...there is a place I'm going to make my home."  This is our place.  This is our world. In the context of our own time.

We go to the Hebrides, really, to exchange sunrises.

March 30, 2018  Sunrise over Oban Bay View west; sun rise (opposite direction behind the photo) just catching mountains on Isle of Mull

To trade sunsets.

March 31, 2018  Sunset behind Isle of Mull, over Oban Bay, Argyll & Bute

To match lives and stories.  To share the common labors and same loves and laughter with a People half way round, on the other side of Earth...at the ocean's edge.

March  2017  Port Askaig, Islay; view north across Jura Sound; Isle of Jura in background

By our transactions, we profit.  We better our own humanity, better understand our place, our time in eternity...at the Table of Generations.

Scotland!  The teacher of the clans.  Of families.  Of culture that is not without, but rather is within...everlasting.  From father to son, mother to daughter.  Scotland!  The singer of songs, teller of tales.  The pipers of Amazing Grace.