Bitterroot and Bergamot

Thinking about texture, this scene in Wrangell Harbor, Alaska has it all: the rough rock in the foreground fading back to the pine silhouettes and the mountains shrouded in clouds.

And the boats! What is their story? You can probably see by now that I am drawn to abandoned, derelict structures that obviously have had a rugged history. They are an antidote to the generic, plastic world that so often surrounds us. Perhaps that's why I like wild places with texture and dimension. They allow the imagination to unfold and peek into the nooks and crannies, the bumps and swirls and shrouds of mist. Texture is part of earth's richness.