Holly Brook, late September, above Hidden Lake,
Eagle Cap Wilderness (XI.17.08) . . .
On the road in the Northwest of America.
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
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.
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print gallery. Above is a set of 37 recent images.
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.
|Ponderosa Pines— after burn||Manzanita