The Door....

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

         Snowflakes  A snowflake drifts slowly  and inevitably down onto the  white blanket of winter. The heat of the sun transforms that snowflake into a drop of liquid blue,  like a caterpillar to moth. The snowflake spills into the trickel  as the trickel rushes toward the stream with the eventual destination ever present . The destination is not the lake like you assumed ,it is instead the eyes of the lucky few  to see the snowflake pass over the lip of the       green moss covered cascade.. dennis

Lost in the sea of grass, the humble cabin watches the waves of amber sweep through the front door and out the back. The circle completes itself with or without our help...... dennis

"Thunder crashing, Lightning flashing right through the middle of it I go dashing..." Moments in time are how I see light. It happens every day in one way or another. Seconds? Minutes? Perhaps a bit longer. I search for those "Moments in Light"...d Captured in Canyonlands National Park,Utah.

Reflections... The events I remember are the messages of my life.

The passage of time is calculated in short mental notes.

The soft voices in my mind are whispering the cadence of music.

Musical voices of children... it is those children that make me a father.

Thank You Zane, Kevin and Kaitlyn.

This Is the famous Stillwater National Wildlife Refuge

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

 A child of the ages created from the sands of time. Not blue or azure, but red. Desert red, as is expected from a creation of and for the desert southwest. While it is normally a placid and regressive puddle, there are the times the red beast roars to life.  Again, screaming at the stars that it is indeed alive and well!! Grand Falls, along the Little Colorado River, in "The Desert" of Arizona...dennis

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

Sticks and Stones

We fulfill our destiny in this life as the events dictate. We wake up and go to sleep every day. We sit by the fire in the winter holding deep conversations with those we love and cherish. We consume the prepared food at the table in the corner. We cook,clean and even breathe under the watchful eyes of the home.

Under the roof and cuddled in the arms of the walls around us. The home, the house, the place we go when we need the gift of love.

Sticks and stones with flesh and bones... Home... dennis