“The Egg Precedes The Hatchling. The Hatchling Cradled In The Egg. Alien Shapes And Forms Are Not Unique,
“The egg precedes the hatchling.
The hatchling cradled in the egg.
Alien shapes and forms are not unique,
except to the alien viewer.
You and I are the aliens here.”…dennis
Last Light
The last drops of the light.
Light that is almost liquid.
I am sure this light is the
pastels that nature paints
her masterpieces with. dennis
I travel through the natural world.
It is my center, my soul, my being.
The beauty and diversity is revealing.
Nature pushes us to SEE in different terms.
Nature gives us the strength that society seems to steal from our hearts and souls every day.
Celebrate diversity ,Celebrate nature,Celebrate YOU! — at Saguaro National Park.
Wisdom..
Time marches on.
Collecting rust and memories.
As that same time passes quickly the
The heart and soul become more visible.
The “new” beauty is replaced by
Wisdom,
Strength and knowledge.
So life pretends to honor youth
And discard age
While I try to exonerate the purity of design.
…… dennis….
Snowflakes
A snowflake drifts slowly
and inevitably down onto the
white blanket of winter.
The heat of the sun transforms that snowflake
into a drop of liquid blue,
like a caterpillar to moth.
The snowflake spills into the trickel
as the trickel rushes toward the stream
with the eventual destination ever present .
The destination is not the lake like you assumed
,it is instead the eyes of the lucky few
to see the snowflake pass over the lip of the
green moss covered cascade.. dennis
Downy, soft clouds gently coercing
the intense rays of an August sun
to travel in practiced patterns.
Shadow and Light slowly dancing
with the red rock spires as their partner.
It is only thru the benevolent nature
of the Earth Mother that such joyous
sights are revealed...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
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
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