Why do my landscapes look the way they do? Is it because of where I choose to shoot? Eastern Washington State? Montana? New Mexico? I’ve thought a lot about that over the years and my answer is no. My images look the way they do because of what is inside of me. There are a lot of “pretty” landscapes where I go, certainly in Montana. I gravitate to the bleak, lonely, and isolated because of what resonates inside me. It’s what I see, because it’s what I feel. Even as I write this, I feel disturbed saying the words. I’ve attempted to go against my instincts. It’s never worked out.