The Story Behind The Photo...

Have you ever watched a city breathe out the day and breathe in the night?

I stood at the top of Camel’s Back Park, the dusty trail beneath my boots cooling in the evening air. The climb up “The Chute,” that steep sandy hill locals have conquered for generations, had left my heart pounding, but the view was worth every step. The air smelled of sagebrush and cooling asphalt, carrying the faint sounds of laughter from the playground below and the distant hum of traffic on 13th Street.

Spread out before me was Boise, the “City of Trees.” Legend says French trappers first saw this green valley in the high desert and shouted, “Les bois! Les bois!” meaning “The woods! The woods!” Seeing it now, blanketed in autumn colors and fading light, I understood their awe. The trees were a dark ocean, and the Capitol dome glowed like a lighthouse in the center.

Photographing this moment was a race against the sun. The light was fading fast, turning the sky into a bruised purple and pink, while the city lights flickered on one by one. My fingers fumbled with the settings, fighting the dropping temperature and the wind kicking up dust on the ridge.

But when the shutter clicked, everything settled. I hadn’t just taken a picture of a skyline. I had captured the spirit of a place that feels like a hidden oasis, a perfect blend of wild grit and city grace. Standing there, watching the “City of Trees” glow against the twilight, I felt completely at home.