In times of struggle, times of hardship, times of wondering why and trying to press on, one tends to lean, or push in towards a peace that will keep ones foundation pure and calm.  The land (not straight, yet ever rolling) still grounds the tree.  Witnessing these fields, this island, one tends to think on Casper David Friedrich and his light.  The train of monks entering the trees....as of now I photograph and a thirst develops to be those monks. For how exhausting the existence to those who live a life of slander and manipulation. For the Progress of the Pilgrim begins....and the knights are waiting. Oregon Territory, 2015