The mountains became a place to step outside the ordinary demands of being.

These photographs were made while walking without a fixed destination or photographic objective. Trails, paths, rail lines, and what ever route presented itself became a way of moving through the landscape until a particular view, relationship, or moment produced a feeling strong enough to stop and look.

What drew me to the mountains was not simply their scale or beauty, but the temporary removal they allowed. There is little practical reason to be where some of these photographs were made, the terrain is difficult, the conditions can be demanding, and the places themselves offer no necessary destination. The experience exists largely for the experience itself.

Within that environment, attention could settle. The constant movement of thought and expectation could quiet enough to simply be present for awhile.

The photographs are attempts to hold onto something from those moments. They are not intended as description of the mountains so much as small remnants of what it felt like to be there. A temporary space of escape, where nothing was required beyond looking.

The landscape remains the landscape and what changes is the person standing within it.