Nevada Photographer - Blog Posts

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

         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

  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

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

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 

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

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