Welcome to my home turf. The oak-dotted, grassy pelted rolling hills of the San Francisco Bay Area are some of my earliest and dearest memories. Every lone oak tree perched atop its own knoll, with gnarled, lichen-covered branches, is a quietly eccentric character in a Shakespearean landscape production.
Photographed in infrared and presented in false color or black & white, this collection of fine art landscape images calls attention to the individual personalities of some of my favorite arboreal friends, and the beauty of the wide open spaces where I meet them.