When not working with my hands -- creating and tending a myriad of gardens both perennial and vegetable -- I've been documenting my town in a mystical, magical, dreamlike way, wandering quiet roads, striding through the silence of fulgent valley fog to catch fleeting glimpses of vernacular landscapes where heirloom apple trees still fruit in abandoned one-room schoolhouse lawns and livestock still graze in verdant valleys. When the pandemic began and the world became topsy turvy, my explorations settled on a smaller and smaller radius, a challenge to see newly just footsteps from home.
