Size: 18” x 36” with a 1” white border on Hahnemuhle 300gsm cotton rag paper

Signed & stamped in verso

Up early and on the road before sunrise, my mom and I, coffees in hand, wander to the North Cascades, to a dirt road covered with late spring ice. We are on the hunt for a scene, for an adventure, for an escape from the confines of daily ritual. This is our rite, our creative pursuit alone, no one else is invited into this intimate world of ours. Here we stop, I hear a waterfall echoing off mossed canyons. I climb down, she stay up top. What is she thinking, I know what I am thinking, lost to my own landscape triggers I see nothing but composition, lens choice, tonality, forest poetry in front of me, but her, up there, what is she thinking. She’s a mystery to me, quiet in her thoughts. Mothers are the birth center of our existence, we all came from them. Is that attachment, physically severed at birth ever severed from within. I held her hand when she died, did she at the end of her story remember the beginning of mine, or were her thoughts elsewhere, to some distant memory, a moment that to her represented peace and love and acceptance.

Location: Nooksack Falls, Whatcom County, WA

Technical: Canon 5D, Canon 24-105, 4 vertical vertical frames, Polarizer