For the past three years I’ve had the privilege of visiting Mount St. Helens and carefully photographing her with wildflowers from the trails around Johnston Ridge. Seeing the way life faithfully returns to what was a barren landscape increases my awe of the place with every visit.
This is a collection of the pictures I’ve taken on those trips.
While I wasn't around when Mount St. Helens erupted, I've heard so many stories about what happened on May 18, 1980.
She fascinated me as a child, watching documentaries in school, visiting the mountain, and seeing piles of ash when driving across Eastern Washington. The mountain continues to amaze me today.
To see her now with wildflowers blooming, springing up from ash and rock thrown in the eruption, just seems so poignant with all that's going on in the world right now.
Beauty from ashes.
