I entered this place of isolation with the purpose of seeing more.  I wanted to see every detail in this vast landscape and capture the small scenes that reveal the depth the park had to offer beyond the parking lots and paved trails most people never leave.  Yet the clock was ticking, I had three weeks (one week in January, and two weeks in June to tell a story) I had transformed from educator of small children to artist.  I thought I was just being drawn to photograph shapes, patterns, and areas of contrast.  What I later realized was that I was really drawn to each subject not by what it was, but how it was transformed by water into its current state.  The petrified wood that started in a river and had each organic piece slowly infused and replaced by the mineral rich water it lay in.  The curves and shapes sculpted by varying surges in the water level and intensity.  And finally, the mixing of various sediments over both short and long periods of time through the water, and then reshaped yet again.   Each of these subjects transformed from one form to another.