On a late August expedition along the Dalton Highway, I spent a week photographing the Brooks Range: Alaska’s northernmost mountain range, where mountains and tundra stretch to the horizon in every direction. While the group descended to Marion Creek to work with the water and light, I stayed behind on a hiking path enclosed by trees. Using intentional camera movement, I let the forest dissolve into something closer to how it felt than how it looked, and made one of my favorite images of the trip.
When I look at this image, I no longer see a forest: I see how a forest feels. The intentional camera movement has freed the spruce and birch from their solidity, lifting them into luminous, ghostly columns of soft green, grey, and pale yellow light that seem to breathe rather than stand.
