White Trillium and Spring

White Trillium Wildflowers

One of the first wildflowers I always look for in the spring is the trillium. This one is a Western Wake Robin, or trillum ovatum, that blooms early in the spring, and is a wildflower that I often see deep in the forest. Bright spots all along the trail. Wake Robin because it’s a flower that blooms before the Robin begins nesting in the early spring.

The white trillium is thought to be a symbol of purity and recovery; also thought to symbolize the Christian trinity, among other interpretrations.

Sunlight in the Hoh

A visit to a little known trail up along a windy lumber road in the Hoh Forest. In the middle of winter, we had a lovely sunshine-filled morning as we hiked along the trail. Thick forest growth allowed for moments like this, where streams of sunlight cut through the shadowy trail. Another one of those magical moments in nature. Hoh is one of the largest temperate rainforests in the U.S. and truly an amazing experience.

Stars in Macro

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Ruby Beach and stars and sea urchins everywhere. My favorite time to visit is in the spring when visitors are few, the environment raw and bracing, and miles and miles of beach to roam. Here, a starfish waiting patiently for the tide to rise and sweep it away. But for now, it simply waits, as do many others along the beach.

Any time is a good time to walk the beach, especially with a camera in hand, and a panorama of beauty in any direction, from cliffs to sea.

Morning, Mountains…

From a distance, a broader view of springtime Olympic Mountains. Morning again. I love that morning sunlight. Moody silver skies, snowy white mountaintops,  angles, and shapes and curves, sunlight and shadow. A vista to take your breath away. That moment in time captured, like a breath caught suspended. And a remembrance of that one special moment.

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Intimacy and Snow

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There is an intimacy with nature that I truly enjoy with photography. I do like to do some landscape stuff as well, but I am about the detail, the things we miss when we move too quickly through this world. I think I’m more about my impressions of nature, the dreamline quality of removing ourselves from civilization, form city pavements and roadways and experience the sublime peace of walking through a forest, or by the side of a lake or river.

In winter, there’s a certain¬† quality of stillness in the morning, a muffled sense of solitude when snow blankets the ground. There’s a subtlety to winter in nature that I trully embrace.