It is hard to explain how and why certain small details of the landscape speak to me. Sometimes it is colour. Others texture. Others still a sort of curiosity about what something is, how it got there. In this case, it was the sheer visual beauty of the colours of the bark, only vaguely […]
Upper Columbia River Region
An afternoon walking along Mark Creek in Kimberly, B.C. Everything was rusted by a late-autumn season. I gathered the rusted pieces up and taped them onto the page.
One of my earliest notebook entries from 1999 — this takes me back to a golden, late summer day.