blaze • blue

sycamore

moss

burl

hemlock

white pine

pole

binary

cut marker

canoe

beech

line

garden

rhododendron

scrub

cork

power

interstate

parking


Trunk Show
For some time now, I’ve had a thing about trees. As a kid I collected leaves and obsessed about species identification as I encountered them around city and forest. Over the years I’ve supplemented our home heating with firewood that I cut and split from dead scavenged trees. I own a small share in a little piece of woods in southern New Hampshire, a hemlock/beech forest with which I’ve become intimately involved in both my personal photography and in learning about forest management issues. All this has awakened an increasing sense of awe and respect for these wild, outwardly static-looking slowly growing live things that form a context for so much of my life, and which often find their way to the foreground of my vision. 
Under the quiet cover of snow, a base of serenity provides an opportunity for meditation and visual musings. It’s an over layering of the micro with the macro, landscapes mitigated by a fine mist scrim condensed out of the warm air within our cabin: the breath of deep dreams, the heat of our bodies, the steam from last night’s boiling pasta. Looking out from this still comfort I attempt to reconcile the safe contained feeling of being there with the open possibilities of what lies outside the glass.