Gas Cover

Old man-hole
covers threat.

2015

The theory of nicotine-based herbicides causing problems with bees is clear to me.
I have photographed far too many dead bees, face deep in the flower's chemistry.
I noticed this one was still moving after taking a few shots.
Needless to say I tried to save its life.
It tried to fly.
Who knows if I made a difference.
I choose hope.


2014

A camera is a licence to inspect things I wouldn't have given a second thought. As I study flowers, I have found an odd phenomena: dead bees. It's an overdose. They're stone-cold, thorax deep in the good-stuff. Today, I noticed a bee flying around this plant. Then, I noticed the three dead ones, all assuming this same pose. But one didn't seem so dead. I blew on it. It moved, slowly. I blew harder and it seemed to roll over. I took a pic. Dead bees make great models and I have many pics. This is the first one I caught still alive.  It only looks like peek-a-boo, In reality, this bee is sprawled-out, dying. 

Single Red Rose

Standing next to the fence,
the red rose lives.

2015

The light shines from behind the tree,
washes upwards,
and covers the sky.

2014

Studies show a connection between the number of bumper-stickers and the level of road-rage. More = more. Whether on the right or the left, those with agendas force them on us with every opportunity. Nuance is difficult from some. For others, it's the enemy.

Young Love

Faces reveal everything.
Hands touch reality.
Young love laughs.

2015

The shape of the cloud and tree
create a touching moment of harmony.

2014

Living in the South, I always felt suffocated by the narrow perception of distance. I knew life existed beyond the trees and houses before me but I couldn't see it. Out west were the mountains rise above the horizon in all directions, I am always able to feel their distance, their reassuring reminder that everything around me is not all that is. There is a certain sanity provided by the perception of pure space. Nothing defines distance like a towering mountain range.

Setting Full Moon

The setting moon
looks over the valley.

2015

The shinny surface of a plastic fence
captures slices of a reflected image.

2014

A close up view of a tree knot
becomes a south-western canyon
with a little blurring.

Checking Things Out

A closer look
reveals less.

2015




A passing summer storm
does not interfere with the sport,
played at the park.

2014

When we remember just how great it is to live in a country were we have the time and space to enjoy simple things like a beautiful sunrise, it makes handling all the horrible news from all the distant places in the world just a little easier.

Sun-ray Morning

Thick shafts of light,
refracting off dense
forest-fire smoke,
hail the coming
sunrise.

2015

The soft colors of summer invite
the eye and mind to dreamy imagination.


2014

Having an answer to the question of life is not the same as 

knowing how to live it.

Bumble-bee Face

A big bubble-bee,
facing the camera
for a candid.

2015

Racing pigment rushes along withering petals.

2014

I don't take a lot of moon pictures because my camera is not, well let us say, of professional quality. But every so often, a shot presents itself and my camera rises to the challenge. I like this one because the fence looks like an urban version of the mountains or maybe a childlike drawing of two simple pyramids on the desert plain in early morning. 

Red Berry Light

Warm, red-cherry color
invites the eye's focus.

2015

The cloud flows from the mountain peak straight into the atmosphere in the shape of a fan
as if it is smoke, blowing from within the earth.

2014

Whenever I show this picture, people ask the same question:

"How do you know it was sleeping and not dead?"
"Because I woke it up and it flew away.

It was an early summer morning. I'd just got my camera. I found it on the road and decided to experiment with a few settings. When I was done, I was surprised the thing didn't fly off. It was in the middle of the road. If it was still alive, it could get run over. I blew on it. It moved. I blew again. It flew away and I continued my walk, happy with the closeup.

Bullies Don't Always Win

Just because you're bigger and more powerful,
doesn't mean you'll win every fight.
Bullies don't always win
when the bullied stand up.

2015

It's as if the flower celebrates
with streaming casts of color

2014

It looks like the sun is burrowing through the top of this mountain when in reality it is rising between twin peaks. The partial sun-dog is a bonus to a shot I'd been spending years locating.

Sunflower Light

Bubble-light floats behind
the yellow and green lines
of the sunflower.

2015

A cloud ball surrounded by color and form.

2014

I've always wondered about the ratio of happy accidents to discarded pics. One thing is for sure, if you wait for perfection, you're bound to miss a few. It sounds reasonable to me that one great shot for every ten marginal ones beats the odds.

Cloud Missile Attack!

The cloud missile streaks
across the sky
in deep orange
and bright yellow,
exploding behind
the mountain ridge.

2015

There is a nice tension between
the dark shadows, the steel form,
the soft gravel, and the warm light.

2014

These can be the hardest shots to get
because looking directly into the sun is not an option
but looking into the view finder is.

Sun-ray Clouds

A little smoke,
a few clouds,
a mountain ridge,
a perfect sunrise.

2015

Cloud shapes fan
from the horizon to the sky above
in a cascade of color.

2014

I often find objects on my walks that tell a story. This shoe was left at the playground, where the concrete edge of the road met the gravel pit. It's as if the child bolted into the fun, never to return for the shoe. It tells of both the child's memory as well as the memories of childhood; how we could literally run out of our shoes because they fit so poorly and our bodies were that powerful at that time. It also speaks of a child, so enveloped in the moment, a missing shoe doesn't even register when it's time to go home. 

Summer Trees and Grass

And idyllic field of grass
and grove of trees.
The color of summer.

2015

Really? A stonewall, a huge rock, and an explicit sign?
Seems a bit over-dramatic.

The Right Side of Zombie Logic

2014

If the world around us can no longer compete with the world inside our phones, how are we fundamentally different from the pods of humans in the Matrix? Do our devices serve us or do we serve them?

Read the article. 

Stony Flower Trail

A fuzzy, green, and yellow life
rises into the background
of stone and soil.

2015

Pouring moisture creates
bubbles of color.

2014

This picture reminds me a of dragon 
of fire and light, 
diving for cover behind the mountains.
Or maybe I just see things
while standing in church parking lots.

Tree Shadow Corner

The edge of the tree's shadow
caresses the edge of the
pioneer's home.

2015

A passing storm produces
a unique eye with extreme edges.

2014

See the bee? 

This sunflower matches this bee perfectly.

Or is it the other way around?