Pole with House | Badger Mountain, WA | 2015
Our arid landscape in Central Washington has vast areas of treeless terrain and unbroken sky. The natural emptiness means that man-made verticals — flagpoles, grain silos and power poles — are often scorned as visual blights. I’ve come to appreciate them, however, as welcome elements that break the bleakness. What amounts to clutter in a crowded city can be viewed on a shrub-steppe plateau as lending variety, depth and perspective. It’s a place where the under-appreciated — both objects and people — can stand proud and upright.