The Work

Abstract

Adirondacks

Companions

Landscapes

Maine

Wildlife

For a While

Company can be enough.

This Way

I went exploring after the snowfall, looking for possibilities.

A Place Imagined

What would bring you here?

Closer

Looking is only part of the encounter.

Almost Familiar

The eye finds its own way through.

Still Delicate

We stopped to rest. I found more to look at.

Beyond Me

We have this moment. The rest is his.

What Now?

The same gesture can belong to more than one story.

Between

The same moment can hold more than one way of seeing.

Another Look

Sometimes familiar things change when we look again.

Look Left

Some moments only ask that we notice.

Being There

The view was only part of it.

Settle In

I just wasn't ready to leave.

Quiet Morning

I wasn't sure what the photograph would become. I only knew there was something in that morning I wa...

Still Moving

He seemed to notice, yet there was a stillness in his motion.

Poise

I wanted the portrait to hold the experience.

Unfolding

I saw the flowers and knew what they could become.

And Then

I saw him turn and look back.

As I Was

It passed by as though my being there changed nothing.

Still

I wanted to make a place I could step into and sit down. Would you join me?

Winter Script

Winter can make the landscape visible in ways the other seasons cannot.

Along The Way

Along the trails, it is often the small things that make me stop.

As If

I found them in the wilderness and, for a moment, they seemed to become something more than two flow...

Elsewhere

Sometimes attention is most visible when it turns away.

Skin Deep

I began with something beautiful. By the time I finished, that was only the surface.

From Here

How far does the eye travel from here?

Remembered

I stopped for the color. In the end, the tones were what stayed with me.

Point

What happens when every line leads to stillness?

She Asked Me To

Was she following the path—or making it?

Between Them

I couldn't know what passed between them. I only knew I felt something in the moment.

Almost Gone

Just when winter seems to have let go, another trace appears.

No Hesitation

Nothing in his approach suggests he considered turning back.

Keeping Watch

What keeps him near, even when there is nothing to do but wait?

Somewhere

It seemed too short to have much purpose. That was exactly what made me curious.

Just Then III

And for a moment, it seemed the watching had changed sides.

Just Then II

After all that waiting, I was suddenly trying to keep up.

Just Then I

I had packed up and was ready to leave. Then the waiting ended.

Out There

The little skiff was enough to make me imagine the rest of the story.

What Comes Through

I wasn't sure about this image until I began to see what the contrasts were doing.

Something Familiar

What is it we think we recognize?

Unmoved

Sometimes movement is what allows us to see what remains still.

All At Once

How many directions can one place hold?

Within

Sometimes presence is not separate from place. It becomes part of everything surrounding it.

Either Side

I remember seeing two sides. Looking at it now, I can't tell how much of that belongs to the photogr...

For Awhile

Some encounters ask nothing more than that we remain with him for the time he gives us.

Return

I knew I loved this image. It took looking again to understand why.

Parallel Play

I saw the lines and wondered what I could do with them.

Drawn In

I didn't know why I stopped. It simply looked interesting. Maybe the photograph explains what I coul...

Fortune

Sometimes everything comes together before we have time to understand what we've been given.

Sentry

What lies beyond the frame?

The Gaze

Which one of us is watching?

Illumination

The ordinary, for a moment, became something else.

X

A mark. A place. A moment.

In Step

Three moving together, each following their own path, yet somehow sharing the same quiet rhythm.

What Remains

What looks like an ending may already be feeding what comes next.

Nowhere

It looked like a path. But where was it going?

What Was I Thinking?

I don't remember what I was trying to create. Maybe that's why I still look at it.

Stay Awhile

Some places don't ask us to understand them. They simply invite us to stay awhile.

For a Moment

The rocks felt hard and unyielding, yet the water found its way through them quietly. For a moment, ...

Why Not?

A red Jeep. A snowy road. Where would you go?