Eight years ago I moved from the familiar green pastures and dense forests of my childhood home in new England to create a new life in the desert. Here I discovered a land where sun, sand, wind, drought and flood gave tenuous hold to only the hardiest plants. I walked the washes and mountain trails amazed at their adaptations to survive this harsh climate.
Over time my initial trepidation turned to awe - a reverence for the austerity of desert life and a transformation in my aesthetic sensibilities. My photography - both technically and spiritually - became more attentive to the subtle, muted, tonal dimensions of my adopted home, and my photography of Smoketrees, symbolic of this personal transformation.
When I first spotted Smoketrees from a distance their wispy tangle of thin gray branches looked like a puff of smoke. Fascinated, I walked the washes in search of their scarce, small groves. As I spent more time with these curious trees, I fell in love and they revealed their grace: light, lyrical, dancers in the wind.
So I dedicated my photographer's craft to bring the barely visible - these puffs of smoke - into photographs to share with others their ephemeral beauty.
This body of work documents the Smoketrees growth and blooms; their tenacity and vulnerability. It is a success the extent that I am able to help others to see and treasure the Smoketrees unique, dynamic and fragile elegance. To make the invisible visible. To fall in love.