The trips I’ve made out here have literally been a religious experience for me. Nature is my god, and she is here. The Water. The Geology. The Flora and Fauna. The Night Sky. The Open Air. Any combination. of those. It’s just glorious out here.
Growing up in the Midwest and living in the South, and having visited the Northeast a few times, you get the sense that most everything east of the Mississippi is just variations on a theme. Sure there are subtle differences from one woods to the next, one field to the next, one hill to the next, and there are significant differences between the woodlands of the upper Midwest and the beaches of the South, or the Wetlands of the Deep South or the mountains of Appalachia. In most of the Eastern half of the country, though, the most you can see in a days drive is 3, maybe 4, different landscapes.
On this coast, the differences are vast- subtle is overrated. Within 6 hours of Portland I can physically touch at least 3 significantly different types of deserts; dozens of forests whose differences are identifiable in seconds; beaches of cliffs, rock, sand, glass and ash; mountains and volcanoes, dormant and live; hot springs, cold springs and glacial melt rivers; high plateaus; vast meadows and prairies; jagged volcanic gorges, slot canyons, and winding creeks; water formed caves and lava tubes; I can go on! There are just SO MANY different terrains.
It’s been a fun few weeks, as I get to spend most of my weekends out and shooting these places. The views alone confirm our decision to come here. Pics are forth coming.