The Window Garden

The window green, early in the morning.

Sunrise in the garden.

Early morning in the garden means as the sun rises. Regretfully that can mean coyotes and bears looking for breakfast.

Looking towards Hollywood.

On a long road trip from Canada to the end of California. Several well known sites from perspectives other than the usual.

The woodland pathway as spring approaches.

After a few days in the Arizona desert I came home and went back to the woodlands with my camera. There I found a complexity I welcomes like an old friend.

A Walk Through the Cranberry Farms and Marshland.

These images are from a short project I have been working on during a break in the rain. These paths seem endless, with walkways across the cranberry fields, through the marshlands and then by the river. Some are wide open walkways, some roads and then, suddenly you can be bending over to make your way through an archway of winter-bent tree branches. Eagles, floatplanes and clouds pass by endlessly. There is a rumble of explosions from quarries in the mountains echoing back and forth across the valley. Remnants of last season’s berry crop, bright red, break through where there was snow and ice a few days before.

A small garden in early summer.