I Travel Through The Natural World. It Is My Center, My Soul, My Being. The Beauty And Diversity Is Revealing.

"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.

Downy, soft clouds gently coercing the intense rays of an August sun to travel in practiced patterns. Shadow and Light slowly dancing with the red rock spires as their partner. It is only thru the benevolent nature of the Earth Mother that such joyous sights are revealed...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

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

 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

I look into the past to see the future I look into the future to experience the now... dennis

Four walls blocking the light. A door which speaks to the visitors. Walkways leading your eyes to the darkness and the latent smell of incense mixing with the warm air. The intimidating house of worship calls, no, beseeches, "Enter and be among friends and companions" and yet one soft piece of beauty shines without favor. Beautiful sunlight streaming onto the old pine floor. Blue sunlight softened by the glass art of a craftsman. Soft blue light making this gathering spot like a welcoming friend. San Francisco de Asis Mission Church,Taos,New Mexico An adobe church surviving thru the years of adoring fans.

  Home...

The smell of eggs frying on the stove still linger in your mind as you walk through the place you called home. Until a few minutes ago, this home was yours and the animals in the fields were your friends.

   The creek out back gave this world a reason for existence. The vegetables grew and the chickens laid eggs. The days were long, but the tired was beautiful. 

  Home is the area where the kids played and grew. Season after season, they prospered. Not prosper like the city folk, but like the country folk. Money was scarce, but happiness was abundant. Then more people started to move in across the valley and to chase their own version of this small perfect dream.

   Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell that little stream up the road a bit to increase its flow for those downstream. The stream flowed less and less. The water was becoming brackish.

   The man packed the old truck with the few belongings he owned. The two kids in the seat next to him and a photo of his wife’s grave next to the now dead tree, taped to the dashboard…

    life, interrupted…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