Water is ephemeral. Much like it’s cousin, snow, it takes many forms and behaves in mystifying ways—it is frightening and it is enchanting. On an ocean beach it sighs in and out, beckoning onlookers to a duet; or in a fit of anger it hurls itself at bystanders, boulders, or buildings, taunting and challenging their permanence.
We would shrivel up and die without water. We drink it, clean with it, grow foodstuffs with it, play with it.We harness it’s power, we contain it and it contains us. It trickles and it plunges.It waves and lies serenely still.It is easy to capture but not easy to master. I am it’s slave.
This collection of images range from the coast of Oregon, to the falls of Iceland. It is but a small sample of my attempts to capture and understand the mysteries of water.