Bryophyta

Living in the Pacific Northwest we have the privilege of witnessing the changes of the seasons.

Five days a week, twice a week, I drive a route through a valley and along a treeline. It has been three years of driving this same route and I've come to know it quite intimately. In the Summer the drive is full of lush foliage. In the Fall the drive is flecked with patches of yellow, orange and red. In the beginning of Winter the drive is a wonderment of tall spindles twisting, curving and intertwining. However the most incredible view of this treeline is during the end of Winter when a blanket of vibrant green moss wraps the branches of each tree. Although all other seasons have their moments of grandeur, I find this part of the year most captivating. These natural forms of line, texture and shape; these moments of awe in such an everyday scene along a daily commute, remind me of the treasures in life to not take for granted. It's interesting how a synonym for "awe" is worship...

After multiple passes through this valley, after numerous accounts of wanting to stop and photograph this mesmerizing backdrop, I was finally able to capture this portion of the season that has fascinated me for so many commutes.