In the Quinault Rainforest is an otherworldly spot called Maple Glade. During the winter and spring a crystalline stream runs through it, which is carpeted with impossibly green marsh marigold plants. The forest is primordial and deep—softly crackling with the energy of ancient trees and a billion living things. I always expect some huge dinosaur to come lumbering through the forest at any moment. On this early February morning the moss-draped trees were still dripping rain as the canopy began to illuminate with an abalone shell mosaic of light.
Hike: February 2023, Painting February-March 2023