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Finding tree farms in eastern Oregon is not too difficult, the region is full of them. So much so that it is difficult to know where one ends and another begins. And the roads; they go on and on for what seems like forever. It is no surprise to you, then, that it has taken me several overnight trips to find a scene like “A Sun Story.” All the elements have to line up for a capture such as this: the field, the light, the degree to which fall has taken hold, and luck. One has to give credit where its due and I attribute A Sun Story to luck. I had been driving for hours on my second day on the farm roads and the sun was already two spans above the horizon by the time I spied these three trees. They stood defiantly against an autumn that had claimed the winter’s toll in leaves from an entire forest. I was blown away by the contrast of life on display.
I had been driving for hours on my second day on the farm roads and the sun was already two spans above the horizon by the time I spied these three trees. They stood defiantly against an autumn that had claimed the winter’s toll in leaves from an entire forest. I was blown away by the contrast of life on display.
About the prints: I print on premium lumachrome paper that is unparalleled in depth and luminosity. All pieces come face mounted to acrylic and ready to hang using french cleats. I also offer Tabacchino and other handmade framing options. All my pieces are editions of 50.
Above, A Sun Story is shown above in a 4″ Tabacchino Dark Ash Frame and a 5″ linen liner, to scale. Show below at a float mounted 24″x72″
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Thoughts from shore,
If ever a journey were to have beginnings it was surely by leaving somewhere behind. Leaving is what this story is about. Standing where I am, watching this small schooner leave out, I realized that the stories never follow the people left behind. Our story isn’t harrowing; it’s everyday. Our struggle is safe harbor vs ocean gale. Left behind, our struggle is to give wind to that little voice that begs, “explore,” from a shadowed nook of our minds; to strike out security for the chance to add a legacy to you lineage and brand your soul with the badge of bravery or to hold fast to shore. I am a vessel, like this ship, and a ship is safe in harbor, but that is not what it was made for.
My friend, Iron, asks me if I ever sleep. Its morning and the sun is already high. The fire is smoldering to life, as if a film playing in reverse, and I am already editing this photo. I do sleep, too much in my opinion, but when I am close to nature I feel that sometimes Nature itself conspires to keep me awake.
Two hours ago I was trying to ignore the brightening sky. I spent the entire night awake hoping for another
glimpse of aurora (see Wild Horses below). The KP was hitting 8, or it was before we ventured off into wilderness, but nature was showing me how condensation in the upper atmosphere works. If there were northern lights, we couldn’t see them. Some time around 3AM I give up and climb into the open back of my jeep. At around 4:30AM the most persistent and curious fly the size of a grape falls in love that my ears, or can’t figure out how to get out of the jeep, and torments me until I give in and get up. Read the full story here.
20×60 Olympic Lines in a 4″ Tabacchino Italian made cigar leaf frame with a 4″ linen liner. Total size: 36″x76″ Mounting options include wire hanger or D-rings (preferred). As Presented: $4,799
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