The only vertical print in the series — and it changes everything. The same slab, turned to portrait, and suddenly the grain reads differently: taller, more singular, more like a presence than a landscape. One growth center dominates the upper field, the rings radiating outward and downward in tight, energetic arcs before the composition opens into white at the lower edge where the crack widens into open space. Eleven prints were made horizontally. This one wasn't. Whether that was intention or discovery, it produced something the others couldn't — a print that stands rather than spreads. It will hang differently on a wall. It will read differently in a room. It is different.
