Reflections... The Events I Remember Are The Messages Of My Life.

 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 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

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

  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

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

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

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...

"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

               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….