(in memorium)

I had been doing rather straight-forward motion studies of the tumbling waters in Boulder Creek near the mouth of Boulder Canyon and took a stretch-break, walking up the bank a short distance. I saw the white flowers on a tree and began to think about the idea of their being engulfed in a flood. That engendered several composites and I ran back and forth between stream bank and tree for each of the exposures. Though I could place the floral elements where I wanted them in the image, the tumbling waters of Boulder Creek were a bit unpredictable, and none of the images turned out to be anything alike. This is my favorite from the series.

This image is dedicated to my virtual mentor, whose images and books have long inspired and instructed me, but whom I never met. I was planning on attending a workshop with him in Nepal in the summer of 2002, but the events of September 2001 intervened and the workshop was cancelled. Instead, I went solo to photograph on the Oregon coast, and while I was there he died in a plane crash.