Frosty Snowy Branches

Frosty Snowy Branches

This was along the Highway outside of Haines, Alaska. There had been just a dusting of snow, then it cleared off and some heavy frost locked the snow in place. This is along the river valley, so these are poplars, alders and such. The river meanders across the valley, favoring quick growing varieties of tree. No 400 year old cedars growing along there.

Misty Ridge

Misty Ridge

One of my favorite part of living in Western Washington is watching the cloudy weather blowing through the trees on the ridges of the Olympic National Park. It reminds me of Japanese prints and Zen poetry.

Trees, laced in mountain mist, patch broken cloud;

Yang Wanli

Gallery Show

Death Valley Juniper

There is a local group of photographers that meet once a month for “Print Night”. Needless to say, it lost a little with the transition to Zoom-based. Just before the Covid closures, a local gallery associated with the Port Townsend School of the Arts (also a sponsor of Print Night), scheduled a month-long exhibit of the work of the Print Night participants. That got cancelled.

The show has been re-scheduled for January-February 2021 and is currently open. A total of 18 photographers submitted work. It’s a great exhibit and shows the wide range of photographic interests in our small town. When print night was ‘live’ instead of virtual, I remember often coming home so wound up with inspiration that I couldn’t sleep for hours.

The website for the show is: https://www.northwindart.org/grover-gallery

The three photos on this page are my images that they accepted. I printed them with archival materials (using my Epson P800 on Epson Hot Press Bright), Crescent Bright White mat board, Nielsen frames and museum glass. (My framing philosophy is that if it is your best work, treat it that way.) The rectangular prints are 14″ x 18″ framed to 20″ x 24″. The square is framed at 20″ x 20″.

Sun Point Snag
Tree with Roots

Tree Shadows

Single Track Road
Tree Lines

The road is in the hills southwest of Chelan, Washington. Once you’re on it, it’s a little hard to find a place to turn around. So, I just kept going. I ended up in an area that had been involved in a fire in the last year or so… and the shadows crossing the road were dramatic.

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