The wide-open Texas Plains have always been a spectacle for me. I spent a great deal of my childhood exploring these landscapes and driving through them. I have shared space with the land, horizon, and sky for hours. Nonetheless, there is a falseness that clouds my memories. Returning to this flatland after living away for a decade, the landscape began to be more than the background to my childhood. Becoming re-mystified with the wide-open spaces of my early memories, I began to work through my relationship with home and reality. This work is a love letter to the place of my childhood, while simultaneously an exploration into the fragility of memory/place.