Above: Mt. Peavine in a furious winter storm.

How did phart.art even become a thing?

I never imagined becoming a photographer.

However, steaming brown events sometimes become the fertilizer to an unexpected bloom.

You see, I lost the first and the second houses I owned.  Each had a unique beauty I miss to this day.

I was fortunate to build a third life chapter sufficient to get modest house – this house had an unappreciated mountain view. 

But past experiences made me fear I might somehow(?) lose this house as well… 

So, I thought I thought the best thing I could do was to create an extensive photo library of the spectacular views around this house. 

That is how these pictures began.  Digital blooms growing out of a do-do history.

Over years I found more and more beauty here – not just to beauty to admire, but occasionally beauty to astound. 

So, a sad backstory turned into beautiful experiences nearly every day (except for $&^#^## web programming).  How good is that?  And now I can share.