Presque Isle State Park Print by Curtis Waidley
Presque Isle State Park 12x18 Print by Curtis Waidley
For the first 21 years of my life, I had never been west of the Mississippi. Though, that never stopped me from always being an outdoor kid. Growing up, my summers in Pennsylvania were spent in the woods, wading through cricks looking for crawfish, running through fields to catch lightning bugs, and just being outside, camping, hiking, canoeing, anything.
However, I still always caught myself hypnotized by dramatic photographs of the western landscapes. I even remember changing the desktop wallpaper on my parents' home computer once a week to photos of Yosemite and Canyonlands just so I could daydream about one day seeing these places for myself. At that age, the West seemed like another world.
Presque Isle State Park 12x18 Print by Curtis Waidley
For the first 21 years of my life, I had never been west of the Mississippi. Though, that never stopped me from always being an outdoor kid. Growing up, my summers in Pennsylvania were spent in the woods, wading through cricks looking for crawfish, running through fields to catch lightning bugs, and just being outside, camping, hiking, canoeing, anything.
However, I still always caught myself hypnotized by dramatic photographs of the western landscapes. I even remember changing the desktop wallpaper on my parents' home computer once a week to photos of Yosemite and Canyonlands just so I could daydream about one day seeing these places for myself. At that age, the West seemed like another world.
Presque Isle State Park 12x18 Print by Curtis Waidley
For the first 21 years of my life, I had never been west of the Mississippi. Though, that never stopped me from always being an outdoor kid. Growing up, my summers in Pennsylvania were spent in the woods, wading through cricks looking for crawfish, running through fields to catch lightning bugs, and just being outside, camping, hiking, canoeing, anything.
However, I still always caught myself hypnotized by dramatic photographs of the western landscapes. I even remember changing the desktop wallpaper on my parents' home computer once a week to photos of Yosemite and Canyonlands just so I could daydream about one day seeing these places for myself. At that age, the West seemed like another world.
