Hi-di-ho I-da-ho

As much as I love traveling for work, it's always a strange experience coming home again after a long time away. It feels as though you've set aside your life, and put it on a shelf, only to check back in sometime later to find that the clock continues to tick without you there. The eggs in the nest on the back porch have now hatched into birds. The grass and weeds in the yard haven't stopped their march to the sky. People have come and gone. But everything remains largely as you've left it.

I recently got back from a two-week stint on a documentary feature film in Idaho called American Creation: Cowboy Preacher. The film centered around Tri Robinson, an evangelical pastor near Boise who was one of the first to start preaching "Creation Care"; an idea that it should no longer be considered taboo for conservative Christians to talk about environmentalism. A novel idea, and one that (I feel) makes more and more sense the more you think about it. It's a case where people have become so comfortable in the lines that have been drawn in society, that they fail to realize that some lines can be crossed. Or that some lines only exist in our minds, as preconceived notions of the labels that have been put on certain cultural groups.

The film was a total blast to work on, and it was a pleasure to spend time with Tri's family and the crew up at Tri's ranch: the Timber Butte Farmstead. It was a good hour away from Boise, and the nighttime offered a silence that you can only get when you're that deep into the wilderness. No traffic. No planes. It's a sound guy's dream. And, better yet, there's no cell service, so it offered a nice reprieve from every day life.

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Principal photography wrapped up nicely, and it offered a couple thrills: castrating calves, slaughtered lambs, dancing sheep and run-ins with rattlesnakes. It's a different kind of living out there.

Another positive to the whole experience was the fact that I chose to drive up there, rather than flying. On the way up, I stopped for the night in Moab and camped out. It might feel a little tourist-y to go to Arches National Park, but I had never been there before so I felt like I would have to make a stop. I'm glad I did, too. It was a beautiful day and I feel like I got some pretty nice photos while walking around. If you'd like to see them, check out my Flickr album

Things will calm down a little now before they ramp back up next week, so it will be nice to have a few days to acclimate again to everyday life.