Echoes of the Wild

The landscapes of the American West have always stopped me in my tracks—vast and unyielding. There is a silence here that speaks volumes, a raw beauty shaped by time far greater than our own.

In the presence of mountains, glaciers, and sweeping high deserts, I feel both awe and humility. These are not places we can ever truly possess. We may walk among them, photograph them, even build near them (or attempt to build over them)—but their essence remains beyond ownership.

These images are my way of listening. They are quiet testaments to the power of wild places and reminders that our role is not to conquer, but to care. In each photograph, I hope to honor the truth that the land does not belong to us—we belong to it.