Faith Needs No Symbol. It Is By Definition A Fervent Belief That A Human Holds In Their Soul. Still ,we

"On a Dark Desert Highway,Cool Wind in My Hair..." Your eyes settle on the faint outline of a dust devil swirling near the far off mountain. The day is cool and there is a softness in the air. Still, something is unsettling,something is ajar . Whoosh... Then you realize the romantic vision of this valley you had is being distorted by the vigorous growth of a new forest. A contemporary forest . A forest for the "new" age. A place where these "trees" are planted and grow to full maturity in weeks, not years. A forest of sight and sound, of light and shadow. Whoosh...Whoosh... The sound fills your head and then settles in your heart. This beautiful valley is now the power for your cell phones and devices. Because power is what a contemporary forest is all about. Grand and beautiful power. Whoosh...Whoosh...Whoosh... These trees do not have a flavor.They cling to your sight and sing to your ears. Still they do not smell fresh. They leave a slight "sour" taste in the back of your throat; a sadness as much as a taste. The contemporary tree is not about pleasure like its counterparts in the natural world, it is all about power. Whoosh...Whoosh...Whoosh... Cry these "contemporaries"and my soul.....dennis

The space between this and that, Between here and there. Spaces not left or right. The space where imagination weaves wonders...dennis

         The Last Minute

The last hours of the day. The last minutes of the hour. The remaining seconds of the minute. Every second counts. Every minute is important. Every hour is critical. Live your life as if a second is all there is… Breathe in the beautiful light, breathe out the darkness… dennis This is Stillwater National Wildlife Reserve. One second before darkness…..dennis

The light of the forest. Calling out to the travellers with a gentle voice, in rhythmic tones. Journey to the forest. Trust your senses along with the forest song  strolling thru your mind.        dennis

       Last Light The last drops of the light. Light that is almost liquid. I am sure this light is the pastels that nature paints her masterpieces with.     dennis

September nights changing from warm to cool. September days changing from long to short. September leaves from green to gold. The September of our days confirms natures need for constant innovation. September urges us to begin to adapt to the coming sleep… dennis

"Dol Guldur" Land of legends and ancient secrets. Darkness rules the land with evil intent. Light slowly erodes the darkness; Revealing the art of wind and the sculpture of nature . Last seen somewhere in the vast area of "The Swell" central Utah. Enjoy the story ...d

Into the deep forest  where the quiet rustling   of air fills your ears  with peace and joy...  Into the light  of the darkness..... dennis

               Wisdom.. Time marches on. Collecting rust and memories. As that same time passes quickly the The heart and soul become more visible. The “new” beauty is replaced by Wisdom, Strength and knowledge. So life pretends to honor youth And discard age While I try to exonerate the purity of design. ……  dennis….  

Sound of a distant rain across the High Desert is more like soft evening Jazz  than a philharmonic...  My home..dennis