Through the lens
Landscape Photography
The farm sits where the valley opens up to the mountain, and the sky does most of the talking. The sunrises and sunsets are where the colors shine — a few minutes of gold, magenta, and rose that you can’t quite mix on a palette. Here is the light we keep coming back out to chase, captured from the gate, the pasture, and the studio porch.
Mount Rainier stood bright beyond the pasture while the trees caught their first autumn gold. A lone hot air balloon crossed the clear blue sky above the fence line, with the old red tractor resting in the foreground — work and wonder sharing one view.
Where the colors shine
Golden Hour at the Gate
Evenings on the farm are when the light earns its keep. Framed through the cedar at the gate, the snow-capped peak catches the last warm gold of the sun while the fence line settles into cool shadow — the moment every painter out here is chasing.
The sky catches fire
Magenta Twilight
Some evenings the clouds do the painting for us. A column of magenta-pink light rises over the pasture, layered against storm-grey and lavender above the fenceline — pure pigment you can't mix on a palette.
Pink over the pasture
Soft Light on the Peak
When the sun drops low, the snow takes on the color of the sky around it. Here the peak holds a soft rose while orange and pink clouds drift over the rolling fields — a quiet, unhurried end to the day.
Everything turned gold
The Farm, Aglow
A few nights a season the whole farm goes amber at once — the outbuildings, the tractor, the standing hay, and the low cloud all bathed in deep orange. These are the sunsets we wait all year to see from the studio porch.
August visitors, drifting in
Balloons over the Valley
One August morning brought a fleet of hot air balloons right over the farm. This one hung in the soft morning light with the mountain glowing behind it — the peak in alpenglow while the balloon drifted slow above the fence line.
Balloon against the sunset peak
Evening Drift
Later that same August visit, a balloon crossed the sky just as the sunset lit the snow pink and gold. The low golden light over the pasture, the purple-and-rainbow balloon, and the mountain all sharing one frame.
Down the fence line
Two at Once
Two balloons at once, one high and one low, drifting down the long fence line as the evening cooled. The mountain sat small and snowy on the horizon while the whole valley turned soft blue.
Right above the house
Over the Farmhouse
One balloon came in low over the farmhouse, drifting above the white porch and the tall evergreens while the meadow grass caught the last of the light. A quiet, wonderful way to end an August evening.
Evening at the pasture gate
Under the Old Maple
The big maple by the gate frames the whole valley in one view — grazing cows below, the fence line wandering off, and the peak catching that rosy evening glow. An ordinary evening here, which is to say an extraordinary one.
The peak turns rose
Alpenglow Through the Branches
From under the tree canopy, the mountain looks almost painted — every ridge lit rose and peach while the valley below settles into cool green shade. Moments like this are why we never hurry in from the field at dusk.
Seed stalks and the mountain
Grass Heads at Sundown
The tall grass heads in the foreground catch the last orange light while the mountain behind holds its pink glow — a simple field view that changes every single minute until the sun is gone.
After the storm cleared
Double Rainbow over the Pasture
A passing storm broke just as the evening sun came out, and a full double rainbow arched over the whole pasture — the trees lit gold underneath and the fence line holding the foreground. You run for the camera when the sky does this.
Right past the fence
Rainbow over the Gate
From the yard, the rainbow looked close enough to touch — its colors softening into pink where it vanished over the golden tree and the fields beyond the gate. One of those evenings that stops everyone mid-chore.
From the yard to the hills
Arching into the Field
The rainbow's arc rose straight out of the far end of the field, spanning fence posts and storm clouds all the way down to the hills. The wet grass in the foreground still shone from the shower.
Where the color ended
Touchdown at the Tree Line
The bow's bright end came down right at the tree line behind the gate, glowing yellow and orange against the deep blue storm sky. It hung there long enough to catch properly — a rare gift of an evening.