Sound Of A Distant Rain Across The High Desert is More like Soft Evening Jazz  Than A Philharmonic... 

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

Sunset is the end of the day. It brings a sense of completion to the wanderers in attendance. And yet sunset is not the end, but the beginning. The start of the next phase. It is a birth as much as a death. ….dennis

Faith needs no symbol. It is by definition a fervent belief that a human holds in their soul. Still ,we have continually objectified "faith" and built incredible businesses around the symbol of faith that has no price.. I hold my faith very close to my soul and need no false gods.. Still I do love architecture...dennis

        Dragons The night can hold many dragons.  As a child, they live under the bed.  As a teen, they hide in school tests.  As a adult, they can hide in the sky. The building clouds on a spring evening very quickly turn into giant behemoths that spew fire and scream at the earth with voices that thunder across the plains and into the ears of the adults huddled safely fearing dragons.  Well perhaps not fearing, but certainly aware that dragons are out there,  lurking in the soft fluffy clouds of spring. The weather is a part of nature we all need to be aware of and respect...dennis

“The egg precedes the hatchling. The hatchling cradled in the egg. Alien shapes and forms are not unique, except to the alien viewer. You and I are the aliens here.”…dennis

The End... The seasons come and go as the months turn from spring into fall. The fresh buds of spring have turned into the verdant green of early summer and then to the vibrant colors of fall. The final bit of life energy is transferred from these leaves into the host tree that they have shared for all of these months. They gave their all and now the time has come. The end of life so the tree may live on. This is the way of nature. The way of life. The life as it is intended to be....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

The warm afternoon sun-baked the west facing wall as the artist approached her canvas. She stopped. She looked. Then considered the words she wanted to paint. She needed to leave a lasting impression for anyone that happened by this site. The Fremont Indian Rock Art is considered the best representation of these ancients. These images really spoke to me as an observer almost 1,500 years later...d

     Dark Skies...

The ever present Dark Skies: attempting to gather the light of the night into a gentle hug. Trying to smother the ability of the cosmos to keep a small light burning in the window. This night, those Dark Skies will lose their battle. They will be defeated by the forces of light. Fighting without the moon, the stars are themselves the star. Fight on Milky Way. Show us the way home. Keep the light lit in the sky we love...dennis

Needles and petals..... Sharp and soft..... Color and drab..... The essence of nature   The beauty of contradiction. ..dennis