As I review the photos I snapped yesterday, I was struck by these visual “frames” I intuitively tried to compose for the landscape, where (in reality!) there really are very few frames. Vertical elements are rare. Lots of Whitmanesque horizons, with distant teasing glimpses of badlands (north and west) or scarps (south). For my Michigan friends and family, I would compare a trip on the White River Road to following the Triple A from Big Bay to Skanee, only the White River is a bit longer, flatter, and has no pine trees whatsoever. Like the Triple A, there aren’t a lot of signs. Some cattle on the road, but at least you don’t have to worry about running into a logging truck!