Through this image and the vibrancy of inks, Tina Weitz relates the experience of standing in the arms of this sacred place, Hoh Forest. There was such quiet. Peace. Moss and growth thicker than I have ever seen, majestic ancients, giant trees filtering the light with every shade of green imaginable. The green glowed as if God had an emerald lens filter in front of the sun. You feel the clean air. Yet also dense, dark, so mysterious.

The trails are natural routes from the elk that are part of this eco system. There are halls of moss, and you begin to believe in fairies.

This protected area, once reverent for one of the quietest places on earth, is now being invaded by noise. Not only from the record number of people visiting parks, but the noise pollution that lurks from above.

Click here to read an article from the National Parks Conservation Association regarding noise. *Pricing on the Sacred Hoh editions does not include framing.