Photographs

This series of photographs began with a tree 200 yards from my house. An old pine standing by a stone wall lost its top and died perhaps twenty years ago. After several years the bark began to fall off, revealing the bare wood with the stains and shapes made by growing fungi, as well as decorations by insects and woodpeckers.

The patterns called to me as I passed by on my daily walk and asked me to take pictures of their intricacy. I began noticing similar patterns in the ice of puddles and streams, and then saw related patterns of colors and organic forms in water and rock faces. All of these photographs were taken within a few miles of my house in Pelham.

The colors are those of nature. Blue reflects from the winter sky to turn aged wood azure; fungi stain wood to sienna and navy; streams reflect every color there is.