Craig Smyres
artist and human

I live in the high desert at the base of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. The Truckee River runs beside my Reno home.
On twisting roads I whirled by pines and fir trees, lofting—dropping—thrilling drives over cresting mountainsides and deftly weaving across asphalt swirls around the contours of steep canyons. Sometimes I’d take it in with a slow cruise then find some dirt road to a rocky rutted path and some place I’d never been that I had all to myself. I wondered off out of sight of my car and modern life into nature. In a comfy spot, I lay my bag under the starry sky.