But something changed when I began slowing down in old-growth forests.

I stopped asking anything of them.

I simply began to be there.

For reasons that are difficult to explain, I have always been drawn to preserving a moment as I experienced it. One frame. One exposure. One slice of time.

And sometimes, if you slow down enough to notice, the smallest parts of the world are the ones that teach you the most about how everything holds together.

Watch your step. The smallest lives are doing some of the most important work.

A reflective essay about patience, hiking and photography while sitting at the foot of Mt.Jefferson.

Being a winner is the best. Everyone says so.