Alice Lynn, landscape photographer I have always been a wanderer. I grew up in a family who believed that the roads you travel often prove to be more intriguing and edifying than your intended destination. This wanderlust style gave me an appreciation for the ever changing and always surprising dynamics of the great landscapes of America. Six of us would pile into the station wagon (a.k.a. "The Taco Bean Wagon" and later "The Yellow Bomb") full of camping gear, headed, for example, from our home in the San Francisco Bay Area to our grandparents' house north of Seattle. We knew where they lived and how to get there, but boy did we stray and explore and adventure along the way, never repeating the same route. A lonesome old dirt road; a broken down barn or an abandoned, rusted jalopy; a ghost town in the desert; historic sites and museums; rivers, waterfalls and lakes, canyons, rocks and trails, trees and wildflowers; all could stop our progress for hours, even days. With only a rough itinerary, a general direction, no apparent schedule, maps galore and Sunset Magazine must-see recommendations at the ready, and equipped with cameras and sturdy shoes, we drove into the wilderness and wonderland that we could access from the Great American Highways. That was the 1950s and '60s. In the '70s I took off on my own, finding work in Grand Canyon and Yosemite National Parks. In Yosemite I had the privilege of getting to know my neighbors Ansel and Virginia Adams. During those years the Adamses spent their summers in their Yosemite home, running the Ansel Adams Gallery and conducting photo workshops. Ansel, on occasion, filled in as guide in the open-air bus that toured the valley floor. They were friends, neighbors and a source of inspiration to all of us living and working in the park. In the late '70s I moved between a variety of theater companies in the western states and worked for the State of Alaska as an itinerant music, theater and dance teacher traveling between Eskimo and Indian villages throughout the Alaskan Arctic. Then in 1980, I ran away and joined the circus! For the next four years I performed with Ringling Bros.-Barnum & Bailey Circus, criss-crossing the country on the circus train. Who better suited than a wanderer to live on a train seeing America? From the late 1980s to 2020, I had the privilege of traveling the US again and again with two regional theater companies and seven Broadway touring shows. From 2002 on, my husband, our dog, and I drove our own car from city to city on those Broadway show tours, a fabulous opportunity for me to photograph this amazing country. I have always marveled at the breathtaking range and beauty of our nation's landscapes. With weather and seasons and natural events you will never experience a vista or scene the same way twice. Our road trips offered infinite opportunities to try to capture those stunning sights, on film and in pixels. Since moving to upstate New York in 2017, my landscape photographs have been featured in a variety of group shows and have garnered awards and recognition in adjudicated shows. My solo show "American Vistas, A Photographic Journey" was presented at The Third Floor Gallery at Mahopac Public Library December of 2024.