blaze • blue

sycamore

fence

moss
pole

burl

hemlock

pine

binary

cut

line

beech

garden

rhododendron

cork

power

scrub

park

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 the firewood I've cut and split from dead scavenged trees. I own a small share of a little piece of woods in southern New Hampshire; a hemlock/beech forest with which I’ve become intimately involved, both in my personal image making and in learning about the interrelationship of humans and forests and trees and life. It's deepened my sense of awe and respect for these wild slow-growing things/beings that have been a context for so much of my life, and so 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.