Sometimes it is fun to be very particular about a scene, sort of enjoying it in depth, studying all its detail, trying to travel with the eye where the legs can't carry me. Actually I think that's why I enjoy painting so much, it is like meditating on a place, really seeing it. If I were a bird I would fly from top to top of these spectacular mountains.
The road, wrapped abound the last turn before the top of this birds eye, feels like the thinner air and the sense of mountain majesty
that makes Olympic National Park such a treasure.