I feel important when I walk in an old growth grove,

like I’m part of something bigger than anyone has ever spoken of. when the wind is blowing and clouds are moving quickly overhead, I cannot help but stare at them, their changing shapes migrating slowly somewhere downwind, someplace unknown, scraping their bellies on jagged mountain tops. Ravens play on these same wind currents because they know something we have mostly forgotten.

whether it be right off the road or miles from the nearest trail, I find a place filled with so much beauty that I have to sit and absorb it all until my stomach is full and a memory has formed. Sharing these memories is why I take pictures.

and hopefully my photos provide some mental soil for that thought process to grow. Capturing the motion of wind and rising mist is essential to this. My images are meant to be calming; to imitate the feeling of sitting in a field watching the wind blow waves through the grass and flowers or lying on your back with a friend, twiddling dry stems between fingers and watching clouds drift overhead.

come sit with me and be full