Teton Perfection

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

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

Stand under a Natural Arch in the rain. Live the life with abandon. Stop long enough to get wet and then see the beauty of nature. Not the dull day to day nature, but the spring-fresh nature. Smell the wet rock and verdant vegetation. Taste the sweet, clear air. Hear the drops hitting the rock above your head and then feel those drops splash on your face as you peer into the water logged sky. You walked miles to this place, to this special place.You need this balance in your life. Your soul will remember this moment...Live long and prosper...d This is the "Tower Arch" in Arches National Park..A long and joyous hike...

The wind whispers with the faint sounds of summer laughter. The elders are gently urging the community to increase their efforts.Winter is coming.The warm summer breezes at this 7,000 ft high community will soon turn into the shrieks of a harsh cold winter wind. But today, all I can hear is that faint laughter from a thousand years ago echoing off the warm canyon walls... dennis But today, all I can hear is that faint laughter from a thousand years ago echoing off the warm canyon walls... 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

We all walk through life not really observing the view. We put one foot in front of another as fast as we can. The destination is our goal. I suggest, that is not always the best path. I submit that the journey is the goal. The destination is the result of the journey. I seem to be traveling a bit slower on my journeys recently. Taking time to observe the steps in front of my feet, but not forgetting to peek back at the steps I have just past. This journey of life is not designed to be all about the result or the destination. You see, the destination is death and the result is similar. Life is, in its nature, a journey as opposed to a destination. Live your life a bit slower and look for the forest bridges to cross. When you reach the bridge in the forest, stop and look back. Stop and look forward and thank God for the beauty of life and the wonderful experiences we encounter on the journey. May your destination exist beyond your horizons.....dennis

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

       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

"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