the air is so polluted I can barely breathe.
yet that is one of the things we do best – continue to breathe.
– clouds descend in portland.
a black and white silver gelatin print of a wood sculpture I made a while back.
a tree falls, a tree is cut, the wood sits, the rain falls.
then it is placed and formed.
It was a rainy day. The pile of wood which was unceremoniously left in the yard when the tree was cleared begged to be played with. It was sorted, stacked, tumbled down, and stacked again.
The soft light of overcast skies illuminating the scene for this 4×5 film shot with my tachihara and 90mm lens.
From Stevenson, WA up into the hills to join the PCT and enjoy the beauty around Table Mountain during the full moon.
(a long trip report from late summer,
full slide show with captions at the end of post)