Collection: Dan Noyes: Under the Mountain

The birds have vanished into the sky, 
and now the last cloud drains away. 
 
We sit together, the mountain and me, 
until only the mountain remains. 

This short poem by Li Po sums up my own attraction to mountains.   

I have been fortunate to have lived under mountains all my life with rivers at the base of  the mountains. And blue skies above it all. These ingredients show up in my prints.  

These prints reflect my encounters with mountains and the miraculous patterns in nature and in life itself. These prints feature shrines, semblances of birds and other creatures and the color blue-the great color of the sky and water.