Sunset Is The End Of The Day. It Brings A Sense Of Completion To The Wanderers In Attendance. And Yet

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

        Dragons The night can hold many dragons.  As a child, they live under the bed.  As a teen, they hide in school tests.  As a adult, they can hide in the sky. The building clouds on a spring evening very quickly turn into giant behemoths that spew fire and scream at the earth with voices that thunder across the plains and into the ears of the adults huddled safely fearing dragons.  Well perhaps not fearing, but certainly aware that dragons are out there,  lurking in the soft fluffy clouds of spring. The weather is a part of nature we all need to be aware of and respect...dennis

Sticks and Stones

We fulfill our destiny in this life as the events dictate. We wake up and go to sleep every day. We sit by the fire in the winter holding deep conversations with those we love and cherish. We consume the prepared food at the table in the corner. We cook,clean and even breathe under the watchful eyes of the home.

Under the roof and cuddled in the arms of the walls around us. The home, the house, the place we go when we need the gift of love.

Sticks and stones with flesh and bones... 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

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 

"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

Needles and petals..... Sharp and soft..... Color and drab..... The essence of nature   The beauty of contradiction. ..dennis

The warm afternoon sun-baked the west facing wall as the artist approached her canvas. She stopped. She looked. Then considered the words she wanted to paint. She needed to leave a lasting impression for anyone that happened by this site. The Fremont Indian Rock Art is considered the best representation of these ancients. These images really spoke to me as an observer almost 1,500 years later...d

September nights changing from warm to cool. September days changing from long to short. September leaves from green to gold. The September of our days confirms natures need for constant innovation. September urges us to begin to adapt to the coming sleep… dennis