The Stunning Pacific Northwest through the Photography of Peter Tagore Tan!

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Here we can see how Peter Tan spent his summer vacation… Wouldn’t we all like to enthrall in the natural splendor of the forests and meander to the cliffs and sea?

In travelling the Pacific Northwest, Mr. Tan seized the magnificence of the mountains and rivers, and charted their course to the ocean. His keen eye for landscape and talent in capturing the movement and thrush of scenery catches the throat. Click on the image for a larger, breathtaking view of each photograph!  

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I love creeks and the music they make.
And rills, in glades and meadows, before
they have a chance to become creeks.
I may even love them best of all
for their secrecy. I almost forgot
to say something about the source!
Can anything be more wonderful than a spring?
But the big streams have my heart too.
And the places streams flow into rivers.
The open mouths of rivers where they join the sea.
The places where water comes together
with other water. Those places stand out
in my mind like holy places.
But these coastal rivers!
I love them the way some men love horses
or glamorous women. I have a thing
for this cold swift water.
Just looking at it makes my blood run
and my skin tingle. I could sit
and watch these rivers for hours.
Not one of them like any other.
I’m 45 years old today.
Would anyone believe it if I said
I was once 35?
My heart empty and sere at 35!
Five more years had to pass
before it began to flow again.
I’ll take all the time I please this afternoon
before leaving my place alongside this river.
It pleases me, loving rivers.
Loving them all the way back
to their source.
Loving everything that increases me.

–Raymond Carver

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The silver scapes of Oregon, with all its misty magic.

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Mr. Tan’s eye for contrast and symmetry harken us to see the sublime in unexpected places.

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I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
     flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
   I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
   I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
   I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
   I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
     went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
     bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
   Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

–Langston Hughes

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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

–Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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This exhibit composed and arranged by Mariah K Young.

ALL IMAGES ARE THE PROPERTY OF THE ARTIST, PETER TAGORE TAN, AND ARE UNDER COPYRIGHT. FOR INFORMATION OR PERMISSION/DISCUSSION PLEASE CONTACT THE GALLERY.

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