Every place -- and every moment -- is unique. Vegetation, weather and the angle of the sun are continuously changing. If I were to return to this spot today, I am certain that it would look quite different. Yet, for all this change, some things change very little over time scales that humans can easily relate to. And the character of a place we have lived in, the lay of the land, as it were, is something we recognize as we would our own mother.

I had included this image in an exhibition, not because I thought anyone would recall having been there, but because I like the topography, vegetation, colors, and the play of light on the land. My feeling was that it's such a narrow view of the landscape, with no obvious identifying landmarks, no one would recognize the location -- and that was just fine with me, because I felt the image stood well on its own merits. Nevertheless, I happened to be present when one lady, the instant she saw the image, cried, "Glen Coe!" Stunned, I asked her how she knew that. "Why, that's where I grew up, many years ago. Of course I know where that is!" And the corners of her eyes became moist.