I find that looking back and sharing the memories associated with images is more cathartic to me than just sharing the images themselves. It’s my memories of what surrounded me when I pressed that shutter button that ultimately make my images mine. These memories are what allow an image to live on in posterity within my heart. And the memories range from the weather at the time to the scent in the air. If the image is a visual representation of that moment in time, the memory of it serves to fill the rest of the gaps.

This image was taken back in August with Ben Canales and a group of other photographers. We found a wonderful, secluded section near Timothy Lake that had a perfect view of Mt. Hood. Our goal was to photograph the Perseid Meteor Shower. I remember that, despite it being in the thick of summer, the winds blew so strongly that my tent flew about 20 yards away. I also remember the taste of my summer ale as I sat by my camera as it clicked exposure after exposure. I also remember being in awe of just how many stars were visible and thought, ya just don’t see this sort of thing in Brooklyn.

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