Holly Brook, late September, above Hidden Lake,
Eagle Cap Wilderness (XI.17.08) . . .
On the road in the Northwest of America.

NIGHT ODE

One bright clear flame,

hearth-center of my world at night.

I watch its moods—a

single white candle—one

moment a motionless monk

the next, a fickle young woman

looking for her lost car keys,

flickering back and forth

with the whims of a cool autumn breeze.

Either way, the candle burns wholly now.

Not tomorrow, when markets or farms

may fail,

or yesterday, when other

calamities reigned supreme.

No. The candle burns wholly now,

centered and silent,

letting the winds of the world

and the coming winter

bring what they may.

October Path, East Eagle

Lostine / Hurricane Divide

View Through Barbed-wire

Dipper Falls— whisper veil

Cusick's Speedwell

Eagle Cap— reflections

Western Mountain Heather

Harmonica & Fiddle Duo— Ricland Summer Festival

A Broke Bride between Two Brothers

25 Decades of Tree-time & WHEN GROWTH IS 'FALSE COMPARE'

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I might just mention here, following my ethical principle,
First, do no harm, I never use cars or snowmachine. I
do everything on foot, bike or ski. I think this in a
deep and direct way affects my work, and how I see
the world. So all the photos above were approached
on foot, including all the in between spaces, sometimes
involving journeys of weeks or months.

I would not want to work any other way.

South/North Sister— first light

Hut, Black Butte

Ponderosa Pines— after burn

Manzanita Spring!