East and West. Passing along the single tracks and old roads that wind through the sylvan hillsides, once pastureland. Above me patches of bright blue sky peer through the maple and beech canopy.

And truly no different, there is fresh snow on the junipers. High billowing clouds rake across the sky from the mountains. They postpone the inevitability of the sterile, spring, afternoon sunlight.

Beauty in the open expanses as well as the hidden valleys and rolling peaks. Hidden Crag seeks to present the creative process, paying equal accord to the tangible products of our imagination and the personal grace of movement through nature.