Powerful Sky

Power pole.
Powerful sky.

2016

Flowers are soft?
Tell that to the asphalt.

2015

This year the blue-moon set in the western sky
as the sun rose in the east;
the bold, celestial alignment
begins this day
in the Rockies.

But about an hour before,
it appeared as a bluebird in the sky.

2014

Magic is intentional misunderstanding. 

White Flower Bud

Morning light
give form to
the flower bud.

2016

Between the mountains
rises the sun,
hailing its presents
with golden-lit clouds.

2015

A study in the balance of tone and color,
captured in stripes of differing examples.

2014

Flowers are beautiful;
for some, they are a bounty of riches.

Flower Color and Textures

The colors and textures
of flowers invite.

2016

The journey from
mortality to eternity,
begins beyond the reflection
of one's self within
the universe.

2015

It's early morning.
The sun shines from just the right spot.
Clouds fill with moisture.
I ask myself:

How is this a rainbow?
Today there's no rain.

The most intense 'rainbow'
I've ever seen (this one)
was created
without rain.

2014

Nothing clears the air of the mind like a long walk.

Fiery Sky

Fire clouds
as fiery colors.

2016

The perfect Western morning,
sun rising from beyond
the distant mountains.

2015

The most beautiful
and frightening people in history
are alive today.

2014

Is there anything more satisfied than a bee, 
covered in pollen?

Metal Lines

Metal lines
interact to create
and interesting texture.

2016

The hair, the spotlight, the face,
only the Donald stands out
as the Trump of flowers.

Don't look at them...
Look at me!

2015

This cloud looks like an eye,
starring somewhere.

2014

Coincidence is everywhere, 

when one looks for it.

Classic Sunrise

The classic form
and color of the
morning sky.

2016

A swing fit
for a little princess.

2015

Parts we spend little time looking at
-like the backside of a flower-
have a beauty of their own.

2014

Is it any wonder we see faces ever where when the largest lobe in the brain is the visual cortex and a huge portion of that is dedicated to facial recognition? Add a pair of glasses to a simple fire-hydrant and the trick is complete.

Sunflower and Bee

Sunflower and bee
meet in nature's dance.

2016

Clouds form light
into hues that streak
across the sky.

2015

What looks like such a small bolt
makes so much light.

2014



The question is no longer 
if someone’s watching 
but why.

Dark Finger Forms

Tree limbs
create fingers
of dark form.

2016

Complimentary colors fill
the background with light,
framing the flower's form.

2015

Soon the city lights will sleep
as the night gives way to day.

2014



This picture reminds us that sometimes the most beautiful sights are right above. We focus so much on what's in front or who's behind; we almost never simply look straight up and take a moment to enjoy the majesty.

Shadow Lamp

Morning shadows
hide the lamp light.

2016

From the right angle
the sunlight
lights man's lamp.

2015

Sometimes facing the day
is sunnier than others.

2014



I walk past this canal everyday.
Each day it is different, reflecting the time of year.
It doesn't look like much in the winter,
but its summer face is certainly nice.

Smoke and Fire Sky

Sun, shadow, clouds.
Fire form and light.

2016

A bee at work
is not to be
interrupted.

2015

A mountain peak rises
into the reflective magic
of a man-made image.

2014



There is no one out there 
I want to hate.

Cloud Waves

The morning sky
fills with
cloud waves.

2016

I get
one tiny cell
among all the others.


2015

The morning sun casts
the shadow of a young pine
across an old house.

2014



A sun-dog (the rainbow ring around the sun)
becomes a plasma ball
with the help of a barren tree.

High Voltage

Steel door.
Rusty metal.
High voltage.

2016

Like fire streaming
across the sky,
morning light
illuminates the atmosphere.

2015

Even in the sticks,
reasons exists to prepare
for the worst.

2014

A family portrait, cast in shadow. Jupiter Juice (my rotty), me in the center, and India (my pit-weiler) on the right. India is the biological daughter of Jupiter. When I brought her home at a few weeks old, she sniffed the carpet, her tail began to wag a million miles an hour, and the two played as if they had never been apart. She knew instantly she was home and he knew she was his little girl. To be honest, she bullies him a bit more than I like but everyday I thank the universe for them.