A slow landscape journal
Walks, drives and early mornings in the American West, written down afterwards and turned into simple digital sketches.
Fog over the harbor
A grey Sunday morning at the marina, and why I keep going back on the days everyone else stays home.
Notes from a desert road
Three days driving east with too much water, not enough shade, and a notebook full of horizon lines.
Dawn on the ridge
An early start, a short climb, and twenty minutes of the best light of the year.
An evening at Pine Lake
Spring thaw, still water, and the first warm evening of the year.