Coming Next: Yellowstone Art Museum’s Annual Auction, https://www.artmuseum.org/engage/yellowstone-art-auction/. Simply Trees, above, was accepted into this auction.

BOOKS

Book 2, Microscapes

Stitched together with haiku, Rosella Mosteller’s photographs weave a visual tapestry of America. These archival pigmented photographs portray an intimate view of our landscapes as a collection of Microscapes. The close-up views of our stomping grounds pattern the nuances of a patchwork quilt. Cover up and enjoy this book within the comforts of shelter!

The archival printed photographs in Buy & Collect that you see are cropped versions of the full image. If you would like to see the full image double click on the image. You can find the images listed by page (i.e. P 3) numbers with the heading, Microscapes. Sample pages below.

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Rosella Mosteller's black and white images of the natural world are stunning in their composition and elegance.  With her technical ability and sharp attention to detail, she captures singular moments in time...images that have the power to enrich anyone who views her work.   —Rita Fitzsimmons, Designworks

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Book 2, Microscapes, was juried into the Montana Book Festival, Missoula, Sept. 2022.

Book 1, Montana: Mountains & More was juried into the Montana Book Festival, Missoula, Sept. 2019.

Regionally it is for sale at the following:

Frame Hut & Gallery, 1430 Grand Avenue, Billings MT 59102 406.245.9728

Paris Gibson Square Museum of Art, 1400 First Avenue N., Great Falls MT 59401 406.727.8255

Hockaday Museum of Art, 302 2nd Avenue East, Kalispell MT 59901 406.755.5268

Missoula Art Museum, 335 North Pattee Street, Missoula MT 59802 406.728.0447

Both Books: Montana: Mountains & More and Microscapes

for sale here in Buy & Collect.

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Sample pages from Microscapes below:

A Stream of Consciousness: Hiking as a Photographer, Hiking as a Photographer, Hiking as a Photo…….

Buzzzzzzzzz… a cloud of honey bees swarmed over the trail. Like clockwork they each seemed to know their role. Leaves had begun to change and somehow the frenzy communicated an urgency that time mattered. Survival spoke of a mission related to a tree adjacent to our path. In fact, a side jaunt gave space for man and insect to continue their business. The community endeavor brought back memories of last winter’s experience. A lush desert lay live with action by my feet. Leaf cutting ants waved flags of palo verde leaves as they entered home. Ah…groups of individuals accomplished so much in quick order. Just how could they possibly carry something that dwarfed and shaded them. Rings intersected rings. Below a pattern of crossing circles dimpled a lake. A hatch hovered over clear water. A moment would pass and I heard yet another splash, then another, and waited for the next indication of a tail moving through water. Yesterday I walked along the Missouri River, my shirt soaked from the heated workout. Mud peppered the banks. A crossing in front of me demonstrated prints from ungulates, birds, and a sizable snake. I wanted to be a dragonfly in the mud by the mighty Mo. To dart alongside the pirogues of Lewis and Clark if only for a spell and see with my many eyes everything possible. Grasshoppers were under every possible step I took. The drought monitor verified conditions in the area as lacking precipitation. Nature has its way to create balance when given a chance. That year I noticed grasshoppers that were previously off my radar. Mind blowing colors graced their armor. Dry grasses polka-dotted with reds and brilliant, bright flags waved in the current.

Today Ansel Adams impresses me with his conservation work. How one photographer could make such a difference for all of us. Although Yousuf Karsh mostly used artificial light for his images I am sparked by his visual acuity that could apply to ambient light. Dorothea Lange nurtured a relationship in the field and retained her unique eye for compelling compositions. I haven’t forgotten a number of you! Every image I see makes an impact.

I hiked past recent dry creek beds. I saw leaves turn yellow by the end of August. I drank an ice cold cup of water out of a spring. My overheated core supped in the coolness. Mosses and coastal brook-foam thrived.