On a Sunday morning 46 years ago, I left my home in Los Angeles. The next morning I was working as a lumberjack in the Sierra Nevada mountains. It was supposed to be a one year gig to earn money for photography school. The landscape, language, people and work was nothing I had ever experienced before. I fell in love with the opposite of what I was groomed for. One year turned into four. I worked as a choker setter, knot bumper and catskinner. That experience has fueled a lifelong passion to photograph the questions that lie in the tension between using and abusing the generous nature of the tall ones.