Along the Wasatch - III. Still Here

On the weathered slopes of the Wasatch Mountains, a solitary tree holds its ground against the wind and time. There is something beautiful in its quiet persistence.

Along the Wasatch - II. Where the Grass Remembers

The trees stand in silence, guarding a path that seems to lead somewhere—and nowhere at all.

Notes to Self. Along the Wasatch

I recently discovered the work of American photographer Robert Adams and ordered his book Gone?. 

When I first opened  the book I was caught off guard—the images felt raw, muddy and ordinary. But looking at them more intently, I sensed something very close and familiar—as if the photographer had seen something I had walked right past.

What struck me most about Robert Adams's work is there is an undeniable honesty and a quiet, unexpected poetry hidden in the ordinary things.

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This morning I took my camera and headed into the Wasatch Mountains. 

I’m not sure what led me to this new corner, but I was struck by how different it felt. It was a quiet space that asked nothing more than to be honest and simply observant. 

Generally, life is good.

Familiar Streets - I.

Suburban old houses always attracted me. They are resilient and go through storms with quite a dignity. This one is no exception.

Generally, life is good.