Grand Coulee.

Since moving to Wenatchee, I've become a little fascinated by the river that runs through it. The Columbia. Last year some time, on a visit to the market, I discovered a book about it sitting on the shelf of the little free library. I took it home and read it cover to cover. Fascinating stuff. I'm still working things out in my head, but I'm envisioning my next photo project. I've driven past the headwaters, Columbia Lake, a few times now. I've driven through the Gorge a bunch of times. And the length, sort of now, between Wenatchee south to Portland and north to Omak. Again, almost thirteen years since J and I drove over it on our way from the North Cascades to the Palouse, K and I (and the Little) found ourselves at Grand Coulee.

It's massive. It's a story, one of the stories, of the River. I'm not sure how I'll tell it, but it'll involve, first, listening.