Mount Hood: Trees, à la mode

Just before Thanksgiving, 1859 Magazine asked me to head up to Timberline Lodge on Mount Hood to make some pictures for the January/February issue. It was a thrill to explore the lodge and the side of the mountain for a few days as snow fell and skiers rejoiced. After dinner, editor Kevin Max and I ventured out… Continue reading Mount Hood: Trees, à la mode

Timberline Lodge in 1859 Magazine

It was raining in Portland. No surprise there. I wasn’t sure, however, what was happening up on Mount Hood where I was heading for a wintery story. I’d heard snow and I’d heard rain. Thankfully the driving drops turned to graceful flurries below Government Camp and the accumulation got deeper and deeper as I powered… Continue reading Timberline Lodge in 1859 Magazine

Salmon catch (in the van)

From the rocky precipice that is the northwesternmost point of land in the contiguous United States, we watched a half-dozen bald eagles perched in the trees and an otter frolicking in sea. Waves crashed against sea stacks. Sea birds circled and dove and rode big swells. The wind carried bits of rain. And always the… Continue reading Salmon catch (in the van)

Million bottle milestone

Somewhere in the Northwest, temporarily tucked in a little black and yellow box with eleven of its buddies, is Hopworks bottle number one million which slid off the tiny bottling line late last week. I stopped by the brewery yesterday to shoot the new-and-improved 22-ounce Abominable Winter Ale bottle as it came off that same… Continue reading Million bottle milestone

Dayshoot 30 Exhibit at PDX

On July 15th, nearly two hundred photographers fanned out across Oregon to make pictures of this incredible state as part of the Dayshoot +30 photography project. The intention was to create a ‘visual time capsule’ for the Oregon Historical Society much as photographers did on July 15, 1983. I raced around a little bit and explored… Continue reading Dayshoot 30 Exhibit at PDX

The Leo and Jack Trail

When you become the proud owner of two explorers, it’s best to just sit back and observe. I try to direct the flow, to keep up, but in the end I wind up watching. They dig, throw, study, pick, prod, poke, run, swim, whittle, balance, heave, crunch, crank, grind, balance, jump, leap, run, sprint, crawl,… Continue reading The Leo and Jack Trail

Traveling the Backroads of Oregon

It’s one of those places where you announce, though quietly so as to not disturb the silence: I could live here. That rarely happens to me these days. But as I drove backroads chasing motorcycle riders across the northeast corner of Oregon, it did cross my lips. The peace, the beauty, the elk, the rivers,… Continue reading Traveling the Backroads of Oregon