The other confession of Timm's work, of course, lies in his photography. "Beauty heals," Timm once wrote, an observation certainly derived from the beautiful images which he husbanded with his camera. He found beauty everywhere -- that was his talent and work, one which he hoped to earn a decent living at some day. He didn't make it to that day, but the astonishing volume of quality photographs which survive in his archives gives testament to a solid and enduring accomplishment.
It is in Timm's vistas -- panoramic sights of the living world -- that beauty becomes something transformational, heart-stopping images that rip a sigh of Yes from the heart. Timm's vistas are angelic, they capture the immortal in the moment. Each easily outwieghs the ten thousand words I could write about them. The harmony of composition and light and pristine element create a music for the eye which is unparalleled.
Timm travelled far to catch the following vistas, often going it alone. Lots of wear on tires and boot-soles to recover the pristine, to capture a view of the world as Beloved. And, having arrived there at last, it wasn't a simple task of just taking the picture. Timm took dozens of frames to get just the right one, worrying what to leave in and take out of the frame, changing lenses and f-stops, fretting over the placement of a loose leaf, attempting for the most natural view, putting in much work after the fact to tweak the image in Photoshop until the immortal emerged at last in the naked view.
This tells me that we look for sights already composed in our hearts, ones we were born with perhaps.
Each of the following vistas, culled at random from his digital files, is a birth into beauty, a re-birth, actually, recalling the wonder and joy of the loving, nurturing mother, so that world becomes womb again, safe and right here. (To get the full effect, click on the picture and a larger one will come up; hit the back arrow at the top of the browser to return to the post.)
Good work, Timm. You'd probably be out taking pictures this Memorial Day weekend, taking advantage of the extra day off to go further into the wild, forsaking commercial freelance jobs to get to the real stuff, the true art of the heart revealed through eyes sighted by beauty.
"South Falls, Autumn" 
"Valley Mist at Sunset"
"Tulip Field with Tractor"
"Cherry Trees, Mount Angel"
"South Falls, Autumn"
"Portland Crystal Spring, Autumn"
"Cedar Griss Mill"
"Pacific Surf at Sunset"
"Mount Angel July 4"
"Hecta Head Lighthouse"
"Crater Lake"
"Coast Sunset"
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