quiet beauty to fill your belly
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 over head, I cannot help but stare at them, their changing shapes migrating slowly somewhere down wind, someplace unknown, scraping their bellies on jagged mountain tops. Ravens play on the same wind currents because they know something we have mostly forgotten.
I have spent a lot of time in the woods, exploring creeks, camping on islands, climbing up mountains and little knobs, listening to the wind rush through a forest and watching mist rise off spruces on a hillside. Every once in a while, whether it be right off the highway 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 and places is why I take pictures. I learned quickly that taking my camera with me on hikes was a way to take a small piece of these places home with me to show my friends and say, “look where I was! That place is real and I’ll take you there.” Most often these places and times are so subtle and easily overlooked, which makes me feel even more privileged to find them. These moments must be recorded because I may be one of only a few who actually see them.
I think people need to be reminded of their connection to nature 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.