These are road maps: framing the way through while guiding their inscription during the drive itself. They negotiate an impasse: I’ve been here before, and don’t know where to go next. Collage as both process and product is a form of memory, the act of deliberate juxtaposition being a form of 're'-membering. I cannot do the depth of this place justice in any attempt to distill it into one form. Yet collage, however paradoxically, is a form of all forms: a snippet of a vast expanse, plots mapping a larger acreage. This work creates and pushes up against its own windswept becoming, its unbounded temporality. Substantiating a pastoral heritage, where borders of shadow merge with shafts of light, this work invokes an acute Idahoan pride. But as any rural native knows, it is undeniably more than that.