The Potomac River lay just a couple of miles to the southeast, forming the border between Maryland and West Virginia. When conditions were just right, the river fueled gentle fog banks that carpeted the valleys below. The road construction revealed a vantage never before seen, and one that would soon be gone when the rock cut came down to grade 350 feet below.

There was a glimmer of promise watching that timeless orange ball rise in the viewfinder of the F-3. There in the ground glass, I could capture the truth by manipulating the shutter and the lens aperture and record it in a 24mm x 36mm frame of light sensitive Kodacolor VR 100 emulsion. It was an interpretation of truth, but a truth nonetheless.