Andrew Moore

Andrew Moore - Round Up 2, Photography 2024, Printed After

Archival Pigment Print A buffalo can jump a six-foot gate, so for years buffalo ranchers built very substantial fences: six wires with taller posts.  Now they build a three- or four...

Archival Pigment Print . Riding Fence, Sheridan County Nebraska, 2013 Heidi and Brock Terrell and their son Royal (led by their red heeler) ride fence along their land in Sheridan ...

Americana Collection Digital C-Print on Archival Photographic Paper Available sizes: 30" x 45", Edition of 15 40" x 60", Edition of 10 48" x 72", Edition of 5 Few photographers in ...

Series: The Americana Collection Archival Pigment Print Unframed Sizes: 32" x 40" - $6,250.00 48" x 60" - $9,500.00 60" x 75" - $12,250.00 Framed Sizes: 39" x 47" - $7,750.00 55" x...

‘Land of the Living Skies’ by Mike Grandmaison Sperling, Manitoba. Canada The word ‘prairie’ often evokes a vision of flat, endless and uninteresting landscapes. However, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, that is accompanied by the acidic aroma of conifers. Occasionally, a sweet waft will come to you from some unknown source, and the peat-softened ground muffles a sound, leaving one with a sense of quiet and calm. The green pallet soothes the eyes. You touch a tree that has fallen decades ago, perhaps a giant Sitka four feet in diameter, and it stains your hand. Soot, lichens, fungus, and a variety of microscopic detritivores have left their mark. You catch a glimpse of a rodent that is living in the hulk. A small snake...

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I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, that is accompanied by the acidic aroma of conifers. Occasionally, a sweet waft will come to you from some unknown source, and the peat-softened ground muffles a sound, leaving one with a sense of quiet and calm. The green pallet soothes the eyes. You touch a tree that has fallen decades ago, perhaps a giant Sitka four feet in diameter, and it stains your hand. Soot, lichens, fungus, and a variety of microscopic detritivores have left their mark. You catch a glimpse of a rodent that is living in the hulk. A small snake...