Into the New

Scrambled Contrails

Traces of the turbulent past dissolve in breezes eternal, leaving only a faint memory in the serenity of the new day’s dawn. Adieu 2018.


Foretelling - Lighted edge of distant weather-1936

[A Retrospective] An old friend lost a child, a tsunami swept a village out to sea, and an entire species teetered on the brink of extinction…meanwhile another life was saved, we caught a glimpse of interstellar space, we dreamed a few good dreams, and the sun touched a face from out of the darkness and brought it hope….All the foretelling in the world could not prepare us for the joys and sorrows that we simultaneously feel each day, but watching the sky as the soft morning light slowly creeps over the horizon, we can stop to imagine how it illuminates us all indiscriminately. We all experience that which the other experiences, each in our own way…We can be like the light, washing over each other, pushing back the shadows, sharing in one another’s sorrow and joy, and letting each other know that no one is alone.


Explore Utah-Springdale and Zion-9662

[A Retrospective] When one’s home is graced by surrounding splendor, it is difficult to imagine a moment without distraction…constant sensory infusions of the spirit of earth…the subtle voice of the landscape inviting us to communion. We spend our days traveling over such magnificent scenes, but often fail to hear the call, to engage with the landscape, to honor the earth as we wrap ourselves in all too common concerns of work, time, and stress with our window shades drawn and our senses dulled by electronic distractions…casting off our self imposed distractions and opening our eyes to the world around and beneath us, we open our hearts and imaginations to mingle with the wonders that await.

The Story of Quiet

Illumination of Mist Layer in Sunset-3789

[A Retrospective] In the quiet of the evening sky, something emerges that leaves me begging for more…The scene is set in a place of solitude; it may be one’s vision of heaven or it may simply be that place where the chill of a great universe scintilates and penetrates our skin, overcoming us, leaving us, not shivering but, quaking with a sense of the unfathomable greatness of which we are a part…The languid movements of light through the atmosphere, lazily and effortlessly rolling in and out, touching elements that are defined in our world, illuminating those things which we otherwise would fail to percieve…This is the story of “Quiet” and Light is the animator.


Looking up toward the sky, drifting contrails on the winds aloft fill the heavens with music.


Sunset over Monterrey-8249

[A Retrospective] Everyone perceives a slightly different aesthetic in the setting sun. Perhaps it’s the amorphous nature of clouds or the rapidly shifting spectrum of visible light…Flashes of color painting the sky, illuminating the dust and vapor, subtly changing as the sun slips toward the horizon.

Ledges of Zion

Explore Utah-Zion-Court of the Patriarchs to Angels Landing-9675

[A Retrospective] Anticipation. Premonition. A sense of knowing what’s over the next hill. Marking the moments as we approach a place and perspective of which we dream, we paint images in our minds of what we expect to see. We fill the dark void of senseless imagination with color, texture, and the electric sensation of first sight. Casting our view toward the advancing canyon floor, we feel the place as much as we see it…two sensation, indivisible…and we engrain the contours of the landscape forever in our consciousness. Preserving these places is tantamount to preserving our souls.


[A Retrospective] It’s a simple phenomenon when the air above is warmer than the air below. Ordinarily, it creates layers of weather that we hemstitch in search of smooth, ice-free air…but sometimes, it can create another world where the clouds become sea and landscapes, while mountains become dramatic cloudscapes. These secret worlds created above the earth are our sanctuary. We pass through them inspired, only to descend beneath the overcast into the world that others see, all the while holding onto the sensations of the world we left up there.

Balance Restored

[A Retrospective] A balancing act between lightness and darkness, a gravitational equilibrium on display. We express our sense of weight in terms of light. Perhaps it is easier to understand this heaviness we feel within ourselves when we can compare it to something we can see and understand. While the force of gravity has no opposite, the forces exerted upon us do have competitors…objects or ideas radiating with greater gravitas. We are drawn toward the heavens, feeling a lightness in our souls, climbing until, escaping the heavy shadows, we touch the sun. We soar into the light of day and leave our burdens below in the darkness. Our sense of balance restored with perspective.

Where or When

Sunsetting on the Eve of the Summer Solstice-8356[A Retrospective] We are here now, in this place, to experience a singular moment…Afterwards, all of this will be sustained by our dreams where the indelibility of memory reunites vanished moments with the reality of the places where we reside. A distinct image, plucked from the ether of imagination, rekindles sensations that have long since passed. We feel that moment again, but it seems hollow and leaves us longing. That moment was solitary and our memories tease us in their elusiveness…as though we are trying to hold a cloud or catch a ray of light, the sensations slip through our fingers and fade into shadows.

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