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Behind the Painting
You can’t really tell how big Mount Rainier is from a photograph. It’s like the moon, pale and far away. It always looks insignificant. Photographs can’t really capture the emotion of a place. You have to paint it.
It certainly looms large on a clear day, from a stony beach somewhere south of Seattle. When the only things around are the rocks and bleached driftwood. A sign reading Stop, Private Property. A group of teenagers with a stack of six pizza boxes. A family in waders fishing in the shallow water. Tall trees, climbing up the hillside, stopping abruptly at water’s edge. A wooden overlook above the slow blue waves of the Puget Sound.
