My brother at home.
Overlooking the Spokane River toward Little Falls.
The Spokane Reservation.
Saturday was a day for my brother Brad. He's been away in the military for more than 10 years and tends to come home somewhat infrequently. He's in town for the next few weeks before his next assignment in Germany.
His absences are too long, but no matter how much time he spends away, it feels like home to see him again.
This weekend, we drove on many of our old hunting trails, and remembered the times we spent with our dad. Every part of the land inspires a different memory. The rivers, lakes, hilltops, and valleys; all of them combine to make our dad live again through us.