When going up Mt. Evans in Colorado one spring, I saw bighorn sheep running across the broken, granite boulders as they moved to high mountain meadows. The sheep were in the middle of their spring shedding cycle and I was struck by how well they blend into the mountain habitat. Their shaggy coats looked so much like the rock that it was difficult to see them when they were not moving. I knew right then that I wanted to do a picture of that phenomenon.
I learned that the lodge-pole pine when killed by pine beetles, has blue streaks in it so I went on a quest to find some of this wood to bring home with me. This wood came from a log cabin building operation where I was able to obtain split logs.