Landscape photography gives me a great excuse to keep me out and about in the wild areas of the world... down to the Andes of Patagonia, up to the Great Bear Rainforest or Haida Gwaii in Canada or on the narrow, winding roads of the Aran Islands in Ireland.
Our own North American continent is still so wild and wonderful and empowering I don't really have to venture far from home to still be in the wilds. Living in Washington, we have the wheat fields of the Palouse, which are to me frozen ocean waves, changing only with the seasons of winter and summer wheat colors. Our Rainforest is ever changing and majestic, the silence surrounding the royal maples and firs. The Washington coast is untamed and wild, never the same. Photographing my own state has become a private love affair with my corner of the world.
When I compose a picture, my mind is focusing not only on the structure of the scene, but the emotional impact that I want to convey. It becomes a religious combination of intent.
I have been a professional photographer for 12 years, and I can admit that it took me years to be able to say that I had mastered the craft. I think that my work has matured from an Ansel Adams wannabe to someone who has her own vision. Mysterious at times, but hopefully compelling.