I am not looking for the heroic beauty of the land, but rather the story behind the grandeur.
As others hurry down the trail, anxious to see what lies ahead, I amble along, considering the specific nature of trees. My slow pace allows me to look at trees enmeshed in their tangled environment, trees left that have been left to themselves - trees that have succumbed or persevered.
In this close observation I see the life process played out with sometimes sublime patience or, as often, cruel force. The intimate act of photography reveals the fragile balance between dominance and acquiescence, between chaos and grace.