Alone
A hot day in June. I had just driven a rescue dog out to the Tri-Cities and headed out to visit Palouse Falls. On my way back, this view to the west made me turn back to see it again.
Images of the Pacific Northwest from beyond the Cascades - east of the west.
A hot day in June. I had just driven a rescue dog out to the Tri-Cities and headed out to visit Palouse Falls. On my way back, this view to the west made me turn back to see it again.
In 2020, I drove cross-country four times. Late in one trip, I spent an afternoon exploring Glacier National Park. Going to the Sun Road crests Logan Pass on the Continental Divide at 6,646 feet, and a quick mile hike leads you past mountain goats and longhorn sheep to a lake you can’t see from the road – Hidden Lake. In a time of isolated 1,000 mile days, I was content to sit and stay a while.
During our October trip through Yakima Canyon in central Washington, we hurried to capture the light, with heavy clouds in the forecast. At the time, I didn’t know I already had great river light in my aerial shots, so I stood on the riverbank when I glimpsed the silver sunlight. I like to include human elements in my work – this time, four silhouettes, fishing against the afternoon sky and basalt canyon walls.
An editing “accident” while proofing Alone 2023—the same original image—led me to appreciate the great tonal contrasts of this abandoned house in Clyde, Washington.
In August 2020, I was driving cross country solo. Midafternoon, I pulled off to find gas - and found this station instead. It reminded me of Edward Hopper’s famous “Gas” at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. Also, my father worked for Texaco for almost twenty years.
On that October sunrise morning, I circled around to photograph the Thrall station from the road. The old canopy and its two columns looked better straight on, especially in black and white. There's a No Trespassing sign beside the entrance, which seems a little optimistic given the condition of the building. Still, there are plenty of unknown histories and untold journeys from this place.
On an early October morning at the head of Yakima Canyon, I came across this abandoned service station in Thrall along the old freight line. The old canopy is still standing, along with the peeling stucco, boarded windows and a green door that has seen better days. I love finding places like this and wondering when someone last stopped for gas.
The roof is broken, boards are missing, and I'm not sure what's keeping parts of this old service station in Thrall, Washington, standing. I photographed it a few minutes after sunrise, on a freezing October morning near Yakima Canyon, shooting toward the east with the sun coming through the big tree behind the building. Black and white seemed right for this one, especially with the contrast between the failing wooden addition and the station beside it.