As I start digging up my long-forgotten past for a nonfiction project, I'm wandering through album after album of old pictures. My family was stingy with the film; lots of pictures of vacations, but sparse documentation of everything else. This shot is from a vacation to Canada, probably somewhere between Banff and Jasper, sometime around 1982. I was raised in the woods, and when we went on vacation, we always found more woods.













