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The door....

A door can be the beginning or the end. That same door can bring with it the hope of a new acquaintance or the renewal of a long lost friend.

Doors are nothing more than walls we build to close ourselves in and to lock others out. I propose to you that the appearance of your "door" can shout to the world "This is me " or can say stay away in a sheltered voice.

Choose to open your doors to the wonderful possibilities of love, companionship and, yes even, disappointment.

Travel with me through my doors if you can...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

Open your Soul

Empty your troubled mind into the vast Nevada skies. Let your heart see the the options that life offers in the arms of nature. Fill your soul with the incredible possibilities that lie around the corner... dennis

     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

               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….  

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

“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 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

                           Teton Perfection

  The dark skies and heavy clouds were, just moments before, a solid sea of churning atmosphere. The rain was pelting the windshield. Without letting the viewer see, those same clouds were silently laying a blanket of snow over the green pine forests above me. Then as if a giant wand passed over the world, those same clouds opened.They relaxed their hold on the earth and as if to show off their work,and allowed the mountains to see the sky. At the same time, my truck came to a stop to view this perfection the rain caused. Nature was showing off her makeover. She was smiling and allowing the world to revel in the intense handiwork she had completed. I stared. I searched the wall of the mountain for a small part that was not perfect; it did not exist. The beauty that nature created was perfect. As I drove away, those clouds closed back on the mountain and the rain again covered the truck. Awesome moments in time..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

         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

        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

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

  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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rural.. Abandoned.. Dreams lost.. Life........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

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

I travel through the natural world. It is my center, my soul, my being. The beauty and diversity is revealing. Nature pushes us to SEE in different terms. Nature gives us the strength that society seems to steal from our hearts and souls every day. Celebrate diversity ,Celebrate nature,Celebrate YOU! — at Saguaro National Park.

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

"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

"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