blaze • blue

sycamore

moss
pole

burl

hemlock

white pine

binary

cut marker

canoe

beech

line

garden

rhododendron

cork

power

interstate

scrub

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 in my encounters with them around city and forest. Over the years I’ve supplemented my home's heating with firewood cut and split from dead scavenged trees. I am a part owner of 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 the interrelationship of humans and the woods. It's awakened an increased sense of awe and respect for these wild, slowly growing living things, and their remains, that are a context for so much of my life, and so often find their way into 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.