The textures in the rather monolithic dune are revealed by front light at about 45 degrees, but the glowing grasses gracing its pate seem to be backlit. How can that be?
Yamhill County skies in Spring are often chiaroscuro displays of layer upon layer of seemingly separate systems. Here, the foreground building directs the eye up to where the action is.
I thought I’d photographed every corner of the winery over the years I owned it; but one day in a rather grungy corner I spotted this distressed glass vase in front of a ridged glass window. Somehow the plant, with one arm glowing green and the other bare, seemed to fit.
One of the great things about wilderness is the absence of clues of the time in which it resides. I chose to render the scene with the look of an earlier time.
The textures in the rather monolithic dune are revealed by front light at about 45 degrees, but the glowing grasses gracing its pate seem to be backlit. How can that be?
Yamhill County skies in Spring are often chiaroscuro displays of layer upon layer of seemingly separate systems. Here, the foreground building directs the eye up to where the action is.
I thought I’d photographed every corner of the winery over the years I owned it; but one day in a rather grungy corner I spotted this distressed glass vase in front of a ridged glass window. Somehow the plant, with one arm glowing green and the other bare, seemed to fit.
One of the great things about wilderness is the absence of clues of the time in which it resides. I chose to render the scene with the look of an earlier time.