wooden masses arise from the ground, I stand agape

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 as I encountered them around city and forest. Over the years I’ve supplemented my home's heating with the firewood cut and split from dead scavenged trees. I own a small share of a section of woods in southern New Hampshire; part of a hemlock/beech forest with which I’ve become intimately involved, both in my personal image making and in learning about the role of trees on Earth. I have a deepened sense of awe and respect for these wild slow-growing things/beings that have been a context for so much of my life, so often finding them in 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.