Where Distance Takes Shape
A road passes a rock tower. Roots follow a canyon rim; a sea stack fades into fog. Across the West, immense distances become visible through the smaller things standing before them.

A Piece of Sky Held Open
Curving sandstone narrows around an opening of blue. A small cloud passes through the space the canyon leaves to the sky.

Holding the Edge
Exposed roots follow the rock at the canyon rim. Beyond their reach, the land falls into folds of pale red stone.

A Tree Before the Distance
Bare branches stand against the canyon. Their small divisions give the eye a place to begin before entering the distance.
The Wind Leaves a Shape
Dune, shadow, and footprint repeat a movement at different scales. Across three photographs, the wind's broad forms make room for a brief human passage.

I
Shadow follows the curve of a dune. Fine ripples cross the foreground, repeating its larger movement at the scale of a footstep.

II
Bright ridges fold into dark hollows beneath broken cloud. Across the dunes, the eye follows one crest into another.

III
Footprints climb toward a small figure on the ridge. A human passage briefly joins the longer work of the wind.

Beyond the First Ridge
Pale granite rises above dark forest. Each ridge opens onto another, carrying the eye beyond the first horizon.

A Road Through the Long View
A car follows the road past a rock tower. Telephone poles mark out the distance in small, repeated intervals.
Between Two Islands
Near rocks and distant sea stacks meet in the coastal mist. Water separates their forms while fog draws them toward resemblance.

Where Green Takes Hold
Green strands cling to a dark rock on the gray shore. Their color draws the eye close to the surface of a much larger coast.
The River Writes Downward
The falls and the winding river belong to one descent. Across two views, blue water gives the pale canyon a continuous line to follow.

Under a Small Moon
Bare trees rise from pale terraces of stone. Above their branches, a small moon gives the open sky a point of nearness.

The Sky Lowers
Dark cloud gathers over the Teton Range. The green valley remains open beneath it, holding the space before the weather arrives.

Branches of Another Life
Weathered antlers rise from the moss beneath bands of cloud. Their branching forms return the eye to the sky.



