In 2013 I visited my mother at her assisted living place in Eugene, Oregon. I was driving her car, and, for a break, I took a drive up the Willamette Valley, something I always loved to do when I lived there. When I was at University of Oregon I would pack my painting equipment into my car drive out into the middle of the valley somewhere, in summer, and paint. I would get sweaty and gloriously covered in oily paint, soaking up the sun and the landscape. Driving back I was nearly intoxicated by the odor of turpentine and linseed oil. Somewhere Ken Kesey mentioned “the comforting outline of the Coburg Hills,” which resonated with me. Priceboro Road was a place I always meant to paint, for its view of the hills and the flat valley plains in the foreground. I never painted there, but on a June day in 2013 I took a lot of photographs at a bend in the road, somewhere near where it goes under I-5. I made this collage in 2020. What took me so long? My mother liked driving around the Valley as much as I did. We did it together on occasion. She died in 2016. This is a remembrance of her.