From Enchanted Ground. On the Zumwalt Prairie, there was a moment when the familiar seemed to slip slightly out of reach. Spring light, distance, and silence held the land somewhere between what was there and what I would remember.

From Enchanted Ground. Copper radiates across the grasslands of the Zumwalt Prairie beneath a gathering spring sky. Color swirls through the land, stirred awake by the season. The old fence keeps its crooked vigil as the weather gathers, one frail line holding its place against a land in motion.

From Enchanted Ground. At Paradise on Mount Rainier, spring remains half-veiled in fog. The world beyond softens into uncertainty, where what is hidden carries as much presence as what remains, and the landscape lingers at the edge of knowing.

From Enchanted Ground. In Oregon's Wallowa Valley, spring gathers beneath a sky swollen with weather. The canola burns gold against the coming storm, a brief abundance of color caught in the charged air before everything changes.

From Enchanted Ground. Spring floods Oregon’s Wallowa Valley with color, turning cultivated earth into something fierce and radiant. Gold climbs toward the hills beneath a darkening sky, holding one brief, impossible moment before the light changes again.