Mallorn Imagery

Pacific Northwest Photography

About Mallorn Imagery

My name is Justin Miller and I create the images that you see on this website. My passion is wildlife photography and spending time in the outdoors. I’m located in Portland, Oregon, in the beautiful Willamette Valley between the Pacific Coast Range and the Cascades.

I’ve been pursuing photography seriously since 2009, but have years of interest in photography before that and a lifetime of experience in the outdoors. I grew up in rural Pennsylvania and upstate New York and as a child, I spent as much time as I could hiking and exploring the woods. I’ve always been fascinated by the order, chaos, patterns, behaviors, and power of natural things, as well as our response to them and their effect on us.

Today, I spend time, usually in the wee hours of the morning, tracking, watching, and waiting for animals to photograph and looking for beautiful scenery to capture. The large portion of my work is in the Portland area, but I’m always looking for a reason to travel.

Thank you for visiting my site and be sure to check back soon – I will be improving it in the near future.

About The Name

I seem to have a knack for picking names that are personally meaningful, but which cause others to scratch their heads. In this case, I chose the word mallorn from literature.

Its bark was silver and smooth, and its boughs somewhat upswept after the manner of the beech; but it never grew save with a single trunk. Its leaves, like those of the beech but greater, were pale green above and beneath were silver, glistering in the sun; in the autumn they did not fall, but turned to pale gold. In the spring it bore golden blossom in clusters like a cherry, which bloomed on during the summer; and as soon as the flowers opened the leaves fell, so that through spring and summer a grove of malinorni was carpeted and roofed with gold, but its pillars were of grey silver. Its fruit was a nut with a silver shale.

J.R.R. Tolkien Unfinished Tales

The description of the mallorn tree reminds me of that “golden hour” that photographers seek, the times near sunrise and sunset when the landscape is bathed in a warm light from the low angle of the sun. Photographic light takes on a magical quality at these times of day.